It really has been ages since I’ve done a book review on here so I’m back with more two sentence reviews for my fall reads. Thank goodness for WeBook which helps me at least keep track of what I’ve read or I’d have completely forgotten some of these!
<a href="The Man Game | Lee Henderson
Set during the days when Vancouver was still known as Hastings Mill Henderson conjures up an alternate history that centers around a logger’s sport called “the man game” which is performed in the nude and involves a series of complicated dance-like moves. His characters are colourful, though the Chinook jargon employed seems a bit off to me, not to mention their general English (cremains? I don’t think that word was invented in 1896). Overall I enjoyed this but I thought it could have used a much better edit (a frequent complaint I have about new Canadian literature) – there is an attempt to tie in a modern story that doesn’t really go anywhere, and many of the conversations in the historic plot-line don’t seem to advance anything much. I did want to like this a great deal but in the end I found it only somewhat amusing and the anachronisms distracting from the main story line.
The Glass Room | Simon Mawer
I’m trying to find a way to call this book lovely, tragic and simple without sounding mawkish or silly and it’s proving difficult. Set against the backdrop of Czechoslovakia’s 1920s heyday slipping into decline during fascist and then communist takeover – Mawer tells the story of Viktor and Liesel Landauer, a Jew and gentile of prominence who build a modern architectural masterpiece of a home and then are exiled from it at the height of WW2. About love, betrayal, art, pride and the circumstances that bring people full circle – this is a historical novel that hits the mark all around. (Shortlisted for the 2009 Booker)
Thin is the New Happy | Valerie Frankel
A quick little self-help read about one woman’s search to get off the diet-anxiety train and learn how to enjoy life again. Not much new here, take it out of the library if you want to read it.
Last Night in Twisted River | John Irving
I really love John Irving but sometimes I feel like he goes for quantity rather than quality in his storytelling – and this book is in danger of being accused of that. A novel about life on the run for a man and his son (who accidentally kills his father’s lover at the age of eleven), Last Night in Twisted River has many great elements including sharp characters and an interesting plot trajectory – but at the same time it’s as though Irving wants to throw in everything including the kitchen sink and the book meanders quite a bit more than need be. Only a true Irving fan would read this all the way through, it’s not one I’d recommend (check out Until I Find You if you want a recent Irving novel that manages to meander and still come back to itself by the end).
Muybridge’s Horse | Rob Winger
This was one of the books Brian and I read aloud over the summer and absolutely loved it – a book length poem about Eadweard Muybridge, a groundbreaking photographer who proved in 1878 through with 50 precisely-timed still cameras that a horse’s four feet all come off the ground during mid-stride (his work was a precursor to the development of moving pictures. This book-length poem, or really a novel told in verse charts the life of Muybridge and his work – vividly and in language appropriate to the task of taking up the life of the enigmatic and impassioned man. If you like this sort of thing I would highly recommend.
Reading Like a Writer: A guide for people who love books and those who want to write them | Francine Prose
A worthwhile guide to close-reading and recognizing the strengths and weaknesses in the prose we read and write. I took this out of the library but now have it on my list of books to own – a handy reference of things to think about and watch out for in the quest to create great literature.
Dirt Music | Tim Winton
I wouldn’t have minded this book – the writing isn’t bad and the setting is quite vivid (roughneck fishing town in Australia) – and it was shortlisted for the Booker and all… but I absolutely detested the main character, a woman “trapped” in a relationship with a man she isn’t interested in. I just couldn’t help but see the entire story through his perspective, a man with a past he’s trying to overcome, meets a woman he thinks would be a good stepmom to his kids after his own wife dies of cancer and in exchange she becomes a total alcoholic and cheats on him, makes unfair accusations and ultimately engages him in a whole lot of drama he doesn’t need. Yuck. Apparently this is coming out as a film in 2010. (Shortlisted for the Booker in 2001)
Cheri and the Last of Cheri | Colette
Oldies but goodies – two novellas document the story of Cheri, a coddled boy raised by French courtesans, his ultimate marriage and later downfall as a boy who never quite becomes a man. Classics of literature for good reason, and a snapshot of Parisian society at the end of the Edwardian era which provides just enough intrigue and gossip without losing the modern reader in historical allusion.
<a href="The Collected Works of Billy the Kid | Michael Ondaatje
A GG winner in it’s day (1978), I’ve seen this book referred to as the best of 20th century Canadian poetry and I’ve got to agree. Brian brought this home one day and over a two-week period I read it aloud to him – gutwrenchingly violent in language at times, other moments catching love and camaraderie – I was stunned by Ondaatje’s ability to narrate a life so faithfully in verse. If you only read one book of Canadian poetry ever – this should be it.
<a href="A Good Man Is Hard to Find: And Other Stories“>A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories | Flannery O’Connor
Although Flannery O’Connor didn’t live very long (she died at 39), her short stories are some of the most masterfully crafted of the twentieth century. Set in the US South during the twenties to fifties, O’Connor’s tales revolve around the moral frailties and failures of her human subjects – seen through the eyes of an onlooker though without the judgement one might expect. Race, religion and rural hardship are central themes – the struggle to get along, to get one over on each other, told in the language of her time and place.
Drown & The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao | Junot Diaz
I’m lumping these together for the sake of brevity and also just to say that Junot Diaz is one of the most talented writers out of the US these days. Originally from the Dominican Republic, Diaz explores race, immigration, impoverished childhoods, domestic abuse and the brutal history of the DR in his imaginative, wistful and almost-funny stories. I can’t recommend another writer more than Diaz – The Brief and Wondrous Life a tragic and eye-opening novel, and Drown an impeccable collection of short stories. Read him!
The Seance – John Harwood
I love a good gothic ghost story and this book hits that mark with all the right elements: an orphaned teenager who believes she is a foundling, an inheritance of a crumbling home, paranormal investigators seeking to debunk Victorian spiritualism and a thwarted romance or two along the way. Spooky and yet not prone to fantasy – this is a good read.
The Little Stranger – Sarah Waters
But for gothic ghost story this year’s winner truly is The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters which documents the decline of British manor society post-World War Two through the travails of one family beset upon by a poltergeist in their crumbling home. Described in the Guardian as “a perverse hymn to decay, to the corrosive power of class resentment as well as the damage wrought by war” – it’s a compelling read and I highly recommend it. (Shortlisted for the 2009 Booker)
Special Topics in Calamity Physics | Marisha Pressl
Okay, total escapism. I kept seeing this hard cover on remaindered piles and so I finally picked it up for $5 and really enjoyed it even though it was a tad trite and the ending might not be considered all that believable. Lots of historic, literary and political references here for the geeks – but an equal dose of teenage frippery and intrigue to balance it out. A fun read if not a realistic one.
Dark Places | Gillian Flynn
The ending made me hate this novel. I plodded through this murder-mystery of sorts (a woman’s family is murdered when she is a young girl – ostensibly by her brother) – not at all my type of book, hoping for an ending that redeemed it. Instead what I got was an ultraviolent and implausible scene involving one too many people for my liking. Not worth reading if you don’t like this sort of thing to begin with.
Have you seen Sidewiki yet? Released in September as part of the Google Toolbar – when I booted up Firefox sometime last week I was invited to add Sidewiki to my toolbar features so that I too could be an instant commenter on anyone’s website or blog, without having to go through any approval channels to do so. Unlike a regular commenting function on a website, Google’s sidewiki is not a part of the site itself and so is free from moderation or even the strictures of fact-checking, leaving any user free to say anything about a given website. Only Google has the power to remove posts if they contravene their basic guidelines which include not promoting child pornography or using profanity – and very likely this will only happen if a site owner notices the comments and makes an official complaint. If you don’t use Google toolbar and aren’t aware of sidewiki, comments could go alongside your site for others to read and you would be none the wiser.
A tad annoying to those of us web developers who already have so much else to monitor about our sites on the Internet, but perfectly in keeping with the opinionating culture of the Internet which is informing the rest of our society these days. So much of what is populating Sidewiki already is short on facts and long on “what I think” including religious rants, site-sniping and lots of downright incorrect information being posted alongside legitimate sites – giving these opinions the weight of site contributions instead of relegating them to the moderated comments sections where they belong. But isn’t that what opinion polling and voxpop interviews have always been about?
Has there ever been a culture to eager to profess on topics it knows nothing about than the current North American standard? From the Obama-hater’s going on record about their fears of his “czars and how much land they are getting from US citizens” not to mention Palin’s opinions on non-existent “death panels” right down to the neighbourhood debate raging among my stepdaughter’s friends and their mothers about what high school to select. It all seems to be short on facts (and logic) and big on emotional rhetoric, each person supporting the other’s emotional state until they are all whipped into a bit of a frenzy really. Is that what decision-making these days is largely based on? Opinions based on nothing but gut reaction?
Now I’m not saying that emotional responses and gut feelings don’t need to be checked out as part of the decision-making process, or when forming an opinion about a person or a policy or a school…. But I also believe that fact needs to come into it somewhere. Because life isn’t just all about what you or I “think”, and there is some objective reality that we’re faced with no matter what perspective we come from (yeah yeah – you postmodernists can argue that’s it’s all subjective but there’s nothing subjective about getting hit by a bus so whatever).
Opinions totally have their place – of course – like on personal blogs, comments on websites, in general conversation about this or that product (“oh i really like it, because”) – but I am increasingly annoyed by what seems to be the elevation of opinion to be the trump card of debate online and offline. Things like sidewiki are just a symptom of a self-obsessed culture and as a general user I’m not sure why I would really care what some random stranger feels about this website or that. It really, I suppose, just makes another room where everyone is talking and no one is really listening. Which I suppose is what our culture is all about in big and small ways. What an unpleasant thought that is.
I wrote a post last week that seems to have gotten eaten in the Resist! outage which happened simultaneous to my trying to publish – but no worries, there wasn’t much in there except a short account of falling on the sidewalk and skinning my knee because I wasn’t paying attention to the step in front of my house, so blinded by the sunrise was I that morning, and another little story about going ice-skating after work on Thursday. Both of these were interesting points in a week that started out rather crappy and got better bit-by-bit, mostly owing (I think) to the fact I got back to the gym and working out in the general and the endorphins are flowing again.
This past weekend was busy and a bit chaotic with visitors and other stuff going on in my head, but in general I’m feeling okay about it all and thinking a lot this morning about my need to set boundaries with certain people and in certain situations of my life. This hasn’t come out of nowhere of course. Part of my rationale for selling my Gibsons house was about setting a boundary with someone who wasn’t really keeping up his end of the bargain (and still isn’t). In my union gig at work as a shop steward I’m getting a lot better at saying no to people having immediate access to me (a surprising number of people think their union rep should be available as soon as they want to see them no matter that I have a regular job to attend to). But as of this past weekend I’m finally clear on what boundaries I need to set with one other particularly damaged person in my life, and have realized that if I don’t set those boundaries our friendship (if I can even call it that at the moment) will be subsumed by my frustration and anger at the situation and not worth anything to either of us.
I’m struggling with this, mainly because the friend has mental health issues and I know her past has been rocky and she is without much in the way of support. But on the other hand the hard drug habit and the behaviour that goes with it is making me feel pretty callous about her situation. Not that there is any intentional hurt, but junkie-behaviour has a tendency to drag everyone down alongside them, put everyone into the role of shifty enabler as the door or phone gets answered repeatedly to sell drugs, and the only topic of conversation (even among strangers) revolves around illicit drug use. I’m just not there in my life anymore – and quite honestly am at a point where I find the addiction repulsive to be around. (Not to mention the fact I realize that any advice or support I might give is for naught until this person decides to give up on the romantic-outlaw-druguser image for good, not to mention the drugs themselves).
Earlier this fall I identified that I was feeling burned out by two or three people in my life, which is now down to two, soon down to one (once I sell my house) and then what to do with this final person who so needs support? A confined friendship is what it becomes. A friend who I only see in the context of one-on-one until she gets clean again. Which seems heartless, to wall someone off from the rest of my life, but necessary in order to preserve it. I don’t want my step-daughter exposed to drug-dealing. I don’t want every social function I hold to be a meditation on her terrible life and possible death. And, as shallow as this sounds, I don’t want to be judged for the company I keep by the professional (work/union/community) contacts in my life. I don’t know what else to do because I can’t stop this drawn-out suicide and it seems that it’s only when she makes that decision we can actually be “friends” again as opposed to whatever this relationship has become.
It might be because my house hasn’t sold yet (we put a 15-day extension on the offer yesterday because they waited too long to get their financing in order), it might be just that I’ve got a lot of work on my desk, anxieties about being a stepmom, progress on the novel is going slow at the moment, I’ve become totally disenchanted with my union….. It could be any of these things I suppose, or all of them. Nothing in particular that’s wrong, but the nagging of every little thing regardless of whether I can change it or not.
I’ve been beset with the irrational fear that I’m not doing enough lately. Not only, but I’ve decided that others are judging me for not doing enough on top of that. Which is nuts, I know (see irrational) – but even so it produces a lot of self-recrimination and anxiety. it also paralyzes me in working situations and instead of being more productive it has the exact opposite effect.