Showing posts with label nick laird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nick laird. Show all posts

10 November 2009

Portrait of the blogger as a no-longer-young man

"There were no impediments left to love, no restrictions or barriers or secrets, and thus love had lost its power."
Nick Laird's second novel GLOVER'S MISTAKE is a trap. It plays for your sympathy from the beginning as the protagonist, David, watches his former art professor Ruth (a very successful artist in her own right, when he has all but given it up) and his cheerily naïve roommate Glover fall in love and withdraw from his world into their own. The insult builds within him, not least because he had contemplated kindling a relationship with her himself before she confessed her feeling, but that he’s come to see her as a confidante and his intellectual champion -- only to have her prefer youth and sincerity untainted by ambition. (Neat bit of gender-switching, that.)

Laird coaxes you over to this side, to David’s incredulous view of the happy Ruth and Glover, until his voice seeps into your head, and it’s too late to remove it when David decides to save his friend and his roommate from what he views as their “real” selves. He doesn’t feel guilty, but you do, because what he does is not so outlandish that you can deny having the urge to ruin. His resolve strengthens and you recoil from his efforts to prove that the world is, in fact, as grim and fractured as he sees it. Can a novel in fact be too realistic?

But let’s get to the important part: How was the blogging in it? As a subplot, it doesn’t function the way it should. As a portrayal of Contemporary Internet Habits, it was all right.

That David takes to blogging on his site, “The Damp Review” (heh), to vent his frustration and lack of fulfillment in life is a cliché, but any habit he would have taken up would have functioned as such a vent. If he had stumbled into a knitting store, he would have been a bitter knitter. Because the novel takes place almost entirely from David’s perspective, we never truly get a sense for whether his writing is original or hackneyed, which is probably for the best.

It's clear that his mindset is toxic, not the entire Internet, which is good, but working the ramifications of a particularly nasty post on the Damp Review into the plot was laughable. Still, later there is a confrontation over it that I thought was very out of character for one of the characters involved -- the author brought over very well the complexity of having your relationships shaken up in a way that you hadn't expected, except when it came to this moment, which is violent and dramatic and unrealistic in a way nothing else in the novel is. It also creates a supporting character who seems to serve no purpose other than for us to hate and fear David a little bit more; I would have cut her out entirely.

That said, in the end The Damp Review is not a sufficient vent. (This isn’t a moral, Laird is too skilled for that.) After he has already started to act, David is toying with a post against romantic love called "Wanking Ourselves Senseless,” that will prove obliquely (since Glover doesn’t read his blog) that he’s doing the right thing and that his roommate is a silly fool enveloped in a damaging situation. If he had been able to restrain himself to the poison keyboard, well, GLOVER’S MISTAKE wouldn’t be much of a book. The technology is new, the faults all too old.

06 October 2009

Scene from a library queue

As of this morning:

Note: There is debate whether the above proves that the library hates geeks or nerds, and having been subjected to several other pilots in the past few weeks, I can confidently say that "Eastwick" was not the worst.

04 October 2009

Scenes from a library queue

This probably won't be of interest to any of you all, but I'm putting it up as a sort of artifact anyway:



NOTES
1. Missing from this list is ORYX AND CRAKE, which I wanted to read before YEAR OF THE FLOOD.
2. I was reading a paper I wrote on EL DESORDEN DE TU NOMBRE (THE DISORDER OF YOUR NAME) and nothing about the book jogged my memory. Reading begets re-reading, or fear of loss of long-term memory?
3. Clarice Lispector's book wasn't actually reviewed in the Times; it was a review of a biography of her that piqued my interest.
4. "Know" is a strong word; he's actually my editor at a certain publishing trade magazine. No, he didn't ask or force me to read his book, and yes, this means I probably won't blog about it either way.
5. Apparently living in NYC and owning a full set of SANDMAN is mutually exclusive. I've been meaning to do this for a while, so I guess I can wait a little longer.
6. Through machinations too complicated to be explained here, I was exposed to the new television adaptation "Eastwick," which... well... half a thumb up for Rebecca Romijn and Lindsay Price who turn on the charm despite being ridiculously miscast. Anyway, I was talking about the premise with a coworker and thought I should give Updike the benefit of the doubt that he wrote a better book than ABC could make a show.
7. On the first recommendation I already sat up and took notice, but the second time this book was recommended to me inside of a month I started seriously scrounging around for a copy.
8. I usually have one blockbuster rotting away in my queue at all times -- you can't see it, but I'm 241st of 246 holds. Good thing I'm in no hurry.

24 August 2009

Post-Its, home of the Inglourious Bookwerms

Times Book Review: "David lies, manipulates his friends and even resorts to vicious blogging — an Iago for the digital age." That's blogger Mark Sarvas on Nick Laird's novel GLOVER'S MISTAKE, which piqued my interest even before that.

Associated Press: Last week marked the 35th anniversary of the Kanawha County textbook riots, in which a dispute about new books for public schools turned into burned down elementary schools, a mining strike and a near-martyred UPS employee. Seriously, this really happened. It's a good thing we've all learned how to have civil debate since then, right?

GalleyCat: EAT, PRAY, LOVE begins with the dissolution of Elizabeth Gilbert's marriage. Now her ex-husband Michael Cooper is publishing a book called DISPLACED about his side of the divorce, coming out next year when Gilbert's memoir about her second marriage hits shelves. Make it stop! Besides, the parody has beaten you both.

LitKicks: Normally the concept of a William S. Burroughs-themed party would make my blood run cold, but this one's for a good cause: Chicagoans can celebrate the 50th anniversary of the publication of NAKED LUNCH on Friday and help raise money for a forthcoming Burroughs documentary at the same time.

Skankblogging Update! Last week Google was forced to turn over the identity of an anonymous blogger who called a Manhattan woman a "skank." Well, that woman is now suing Google for giving her up. She tells the Daily News, "Before her suit, there were probably two hits on my Web site: One from me looking at it, and one from her looking at it," which may be true but is still the Internet equivalent of "Well, you were the one playing the cymbals!"

Thanks to the Pseudonymous Blog Personality Formerly Known As Camus for this week's title.