10 September 2011

Just another day at the farm

I picked up A RAGE TO LIVE after reading and enjoying John O'Hara's Modern Library entry APPOINTMENT IN SAMARRA, which I had taken from its title to be something in the post-colonial arena but turned out to be a dark drama among the boozy country-club set in rural Pennsylvania. But I stuck with A RAGE TO LIVE, through its occasionally action-free swaths, because of the promise of its first chapter, maybe the best lead-off I've read all year.

The first chapter locates the action in similar country as APPOINTMENT IN SAMARRA, albeit in a more rural setting. A prominent small-town (contradiction implied) couple, the Tates, is hosting the governor for a charitable function on their impressive farm. Mrs. Tate is the local offspring and inheritor to the farm, the former (but some would say still) town beauty who married up and imported her college-educated husband out there to become a "gentleman farmer." It's a bucolic scene, whose tiny dramas here and there (a sick girl, a dispute among local law enforcement about patrols) only reinforce its general peace, and at the end of the night, duties discharged, Mr. Sidney Tate turns to Mrs. Grace Caldwell Tate in bed and says:
"This place won't be the same without me, will it? But when I'm gone will you still be wondering how much I know, how much I've guessed, Grace? Good night." 
Aaaand... off to the races. Until this bombshell, the reader believes (in absence of any evidence to the contrary) that the Tates' marriage is a happy one; afterward, no one will believe that it had been happy even for an instant. The rest of A RAGE TO LIVE travels back and forth from the time of the implosion of the Tates' marriage. Through one lens it's a lurid morality tale; another, a wide-angle study of a town over decades and how modern life creeps in. But I pressed forward, ever forward with this book, to figure it out.

It's hard to say whether O'Hara, working here, is acting as a pulp novelist accessing higher themes or a highbrow literary lion digging into the muck of bad behavior. His presence on the Modern Library list at all suggests the latter, but there's something about his specificity and almost-glee in reproducing, say, the conversation of two wealthy men about the prostitutes they're hiring, suggesting that what he really wants is to write the kind of trashy novel one might wrap a better book's book jacket around. On the other hand, his reproduction of these conversations is so pitch-perfect as to affirm his seriousness... or does it?

What's clear is that this book was substantially longer than APPOINTMENT IN SAMARRA and kept its lurid promise all the way through. What Grace is accused of, while not that shocking, is characterized as an attack on everyone in the decent Christian town of Fort Penn, moreso that she refuses to admit to any wrongdoing. (The hilariously sensationalized copy on my vintage paperback, a tie-in for the 1965 movie starring Ben Gazzara, makes her out to be somewhat different -- the modern version would be something like "MILF On The Loose!!!") It's a terrific book to read continuously but might lose some of its draw when broken up. Finally, a source of delight to me, O'Hara was wildly prolific and there will be a good deal of his books in my reading future.

09 September 2011

Spotted on the subway


But is it pronounced "real-lee-ohn-air" or "rill-lee-ohn-air"?

10 Celebrities Whose Names Are Not Used As Sexual Euphemisms in Nicholson Baker's New Novel HOUSE OF HOLES

Unlike Malcolm Gladwell...

Wilt Chamberlain
Mata Hari
Casanova
Mae West
Pope Pius
Jessica Alba
Justin Timberlake
Bette Midler
Jim Morrison
Scheherazade

(Also, I would give you context re. Gladwell, but there really isn't any, except to say that there is definitely a TIPPING POINT joke about 2 pages before, so I win. And apparently when you write an entire book of graphic sex scenes, at the rate of about 1.5 per page, you run out of euphemisms faster.)

(Somewhat related, whoever wrote the press release for this book -- Alexis and Margaret at Simon and Schuster? -- should get some kind of reward. I'm going to keep this press release forever.)

08 September 2011

Man Booker Prize Shortlist Released

The spin in Britain is that Alan Hollinghurst didn't make the list. I'm a huge fan and can't wait to get to his new book THE STRANGER'S CHILD, but I don't think he's crying into his Earl Grey. Meanwhile, I don't understand the Julian Barnes preoccupation and my random whim professional judgment and premonitory leanings to read PIGEON ENGLISH continue to pay off. Here's the full list:

  • THE SENSE OF AN ENDING by Julian Barnes
  • JAMRACH'S MENAGERIE by Carol Birch
  • THE SISTERS BROTHERS by Patrick deWitt
  • HALF BLOOD BLUES by Esi Edugyan
  • PIGEON ENGLISH by Stephen Kelman
  • SNOWDROPS by AD Miller

File under: Francophilia, repeated consonants, words that have no direct English translation

Today's Merriam-Webster word of the day is a strong choice. (In case you prefer Spanish the equivalent verb is tutear.) (Nerd party!)

07 September 2011

File under: loneliness, Japan, cats

Do you like Haruki Murakami? If you're willing to like him on Facebook you can read the first chapter of his new book 1Q84.

Filmbook: "One Day" (2011, dir. Lone Scherfig)

In case you haven't been pressed to read it yet, David Nicholls' 2009 novel follows the relationship of Emma and Dexter, college classmates who have a fling the night of graduation and then stay in touch over the next 20 years, through bad jobs (mostly hers), flashes of fame (mostly his), lovers, moves and deaths. Each year receives a chapter in the book, which allows Scherfig in the film adaptation to play at onscreen supertitles that bounce and float over each year's new scene, with Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess as the friends, etcetera who you watch slowly growing old.

The character of Dexter is extremely effective because he represents the fusion of two types of people that hang around in people's lives, both of which happen to be popular archetypes in romantic storylines: He's the friend who you've known for so long you can say the same things over and over to each other and have the conversation still be meaningful, and he's the friend on whose account you always wonder, "What if?" Taken together this is an extremely potent arrangement. Unfortunately as written by Nicholls he's also a selfish manchild, the kind Nick Hornby characters are often accused of being (slash are, if you don't like Nick Hornby I guess).

That Dexter and Emma stayed in touch thereafter seems like a minor miracle from the vantage of this technologically cozy age. In the book I thought it was made clearer, although the movie only winks at it, that Emma is doing most of the heavy lifting there, an observation for which I either want to pat Nicholls on the back or kick his ass because of the problematic wish-fulfillment this sets up for the man and woman in the novel... but I digress.

Dexter has been niced up some for Lone Scherfig's adaptation (with Nicholls' screenplay, so it's not like he wouldn't have known about it), which didn't bother me because it wasn't too extreme. Some other faint praise: This movie is pretty, as befits a romance, and the flashes and tableaus that looked out of place in "The Help" were fitting here; even the ending is rendered in a way that makes it almost beautiful. Scherfig's camera zips and lingers along with (befitting) the plot, and there are a lot of fun subtle nods to the passage of time, particularly the karaoke scene. The in-role aging of the characters is realistic and not distracting, and it's always nice to see Romola Garai getting work (here as Dexter's rich, flighty girlfriend with the weird family).

The prettiness isn't enough to save it, though. Hathaway, an actor I like more than a lot of people I know who griped about her casting, is a major distraction in the first third because of her all-over-the-place accent and "Hollywood ugly." (In which beautiful woman + glasses + frizzy hair = not attractive.) More seriously, Sturgess and Hathaway have more chemistry on the poster above than they do in the entire movie. This is a highly personal judgment and maybe it has nothing to support it other than a feeling, but the needle, it doth not move.

And bigger than all that -- I predicted at some point that I would like this movie better than the book, and I was correct! But I'm not sure whether it was because what really rattled me about the book had already been spoiled for me before I got to the movie, so I didn't have to have that moment again. (I was looking for my review of it on here when I remembered that I had produced it back in January for a website that put me through 2 rounds of edits and then stopped returning my emails, of course not paying me for any of my time.) Yet even as I disliked the book there was a catharsis in it that the movie either doesn't try to attempt, or doesn't pull off. I felt a little sad at its end, and then I felt nothing, which was worse than feeling sad.


Filmbook verdict: When I walked out of this movie I was prepared to say, see the movie, don't read the book. But now I feel so tepid about the whole thing I'd say, don't bother.

06 September 2011

Damn you, autocorrect

Dear Microsoft Word,

Stop changing it to HOUSE OF HOLDS. It was funny the first time, now I'm just stressed out.

Summer Reading 2011 Wrap-Up

Guys! A really exciting thing happened this summer!


I started "Parks and Rec" over and I finally got to the first Rob Lowe/ Adam Scott episode! "Is there a not-gay way to ask him to go camping with me?" Wait wait, wrong internet.

There was a funny article a few weeks ago on Salon.com where authors were asked what books they really read this summer, not the ones they had aspirations to finish. Not surprising, they (including Tom Perrotta, Laura Hillenbrand, and debut novelist Amy Waldman) all still got a lot accomplished even if it wasn't Proust!

Sailing through this summer without a list was easier than I expected. I still read just as much, maybe even a hair more than last summer, and I read a fair amount of random stuff. I'm also pretty far along in 2666, and that was my major project. The part where I've really fallen down was blogging about them, so if you're wondering why I am still writing about books that I finished months ago... hey, we're not on a strict editorial schedule here.

That said, I'd probably write another list next summer. It's just how I roll. Should I make a fall reading list? What was the best thing you read all summer? 

05 September 2011

The hype bites back

I spent the first third, at least, of THE TIGER'S WIFE trying to figure out what it was "about." What author Téa Obreht was "up to." I wish I could have that time back, because while I was trying to determine whether I was being outfoxed I could have been enjoying myself a lot more. At some point I succumbed to the book's spell (as cheesy as it is: this happened) and I was a lot happier, deeper into the story and more mystified (in a good way) thereafter.

Let me start by saying if it assuages your fears, that there is a literal tiger in this book (though not in the present), it is not imaginary and it enacts real damage. (Now I'm thinking about CHRONIC CITY again. I should probably write Jonathan Lethem an apology one of these days.) The tiger figures into the stories Natalia, a 20something doctor in an unnamed Balkan city in the former Yugoslavia, was told as a child by her grandfather. Grandfather, who has just died on a trip out of town, was also a doctor and he and Natalia were very close, so she knows what the family doesn't -- that he was sneaking around to conceal his cancer and treatments from his wife -- but she doesn't know what he was doing out of town on the day of his death. Preparing to cross the border on a humanitarian mission to vaccinate orphans, Natalia hopes to find out while she's out there what her grandfather was doing out there just before he died, even if she can't tell anyone.

If I had to describe this book as being "about" anything, it's "about" a small Balkan town in which the narrator's grandfather grew up, and the tiger that menaces it one winter, and how they deal with that.  The narrator's grandfather tells her this story at some indeterminately young age, and she retells it to us intercut with her present-day trip and the confrontations she has with locals there. So in a bigger sense, it's "about" what the stories we tell and are told say about us, and the extent to which we look to them to shape our lives, which turns out to be quite a lot in this case. When I write that, it just sounds so hokey, but this book is full of mysteries; it's a fair amount like that other book by that other wunderkind, Jonathan Safran Foer's EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED, in that respect. (But no Alex! Which is too bad because he's a premium dancer and all the girls want to be carnal with him.)

Obreht is able to bring across the kinship Natalia feels for her grandfather, the void his absence creates in her, without making either of them perfect; stemming from her remorse over his death is the fact that they weren't very close for most of the war, nor was Natalia involved in the war itself, being mostly concerned with going out with her fellow students. Her humanitarian trip is a way of making amends (to her view), an effort not universally welcomed.

THE TIGER'S WIFE received such elaborate praise as that casts suspicion over the book industry as a whole, but any author placed on the New Yorker 20 under 40 list before having a book come out would. I can't say definitively whether she "deserves" to be on this list as there are, oh, hundreds of thousands of writers who would fall into that age group, and I can't have read any significant share of them. I will be eagerly anticipating her next book, which I will probably fight again for the narrative it's trying to spin, only maybe next time I will surrender sooner.

04 September 2011

"8. You must keep moving. The reason I was able to send out so much work was also that I was constantly writing new stuff all the time and sending that out and firing and firing. While part of my goal might have been to get something ready to go out, the real value was that it gave me an arrow in the butt to keep writing. The subsequent frustration that is practically unavoidable also, if harnessed in the right way, can lead to you 'giving less of a fuck' and maybe in the process finding out what you really want to say, or how to get in the way to say it."
-Blake Butler, 22 Things I Learned From Submitting Writing

03 September 2011

August Unbookening With Special Guest Endorsement

"I now fully realize the value of and will never snark at you ever again when you do this: de-booking." (From a special correspondent who was moving earlier this year.) These are words that warm hearts, folks.

Well, it's good that I can set a good example at least 'cause I sure didn't do any better this month:

Borrowed from a friend: 2
Got to review: 6
Checked out of the library: 6
Brought from home: 1
Bought: 6
Received from Bookmooch: 1
22 in

Lent to a friend: 1
Checked in: 8
Donated: 8
17 out

I feel like I have to make this post worthwhile for the 1.64 of you checking in on a holiday weekend. (Hey, I'm not judging! I didn't go anywhere.) So okay, blogging preview, I am now the proud owner-borrower of all 3 volumes of the HUNGER GAMES series. Yes, soon we will all understand what all the fuss is about, or we will go away unsatisfied -- but definitely one of those two things will occur. Thanks for reading.

02 September 2011

The Brooklyn Book Festival lineup has posted. Thank goodness.

Edit: There's a panel called "From Wisconsin With Love," about organized labor (reflecting the protests of earlier this year). I was hoping for a Jane Hamilton/ Peter Straub*/ Neil Gaiman**/ Lorrie Moore***/ Chad Harbach quintuple feature, but this is also good.

*Not sure if he still lives there, but he was born there.
**"Near Minneapolis" my ass!
***Well, she lives there now, so.
"I lived in a world of words long before I was aware of it. As an only child I turned to books as soon as I could read. There was a persistent need not only to write, but to publish. In grade school I had an essay published in the mimeographed paper, and that led me directly to a hectograph, a primitive publishing toy with a tray of jelly. You wrote in a special purple ink, the jelly absorbed it, and you could impress it on perhaps a dozen sheets of paper before it grew too faint. With this I wrote and published the Washington Street News , which I solemnly delivered to some neighbors as if it existed independently of me. I must have been a curious child."
--Roger Ebert, from the first chapter of his memoir

01 September 2011

#readerproblems

  • Finishing one book without another on hand 
  • Missing your stop on the subway
  • Bookmarks, absence of
  • Knowing you'll never be one of those people who leaves the house with just a wallet or a little clutch, and no reading material
  • Feeling guilty about library fines
  • Abrupt, shell-shocky endings
  • Forming the crease in the paperback's spine
  • Being so generally engrossed that you miss other things going on around you, like I don't know, earthquakes
  • Paper cuts
  • Staying up too late... all the time