Saturday, December 31, 2011

Top Ten Favorites Reads of 2011

My final list for 2011 in alphabetical order.

A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan.  If I were ranking this list, A Visit from the Goon Squad would be a contender for the number one spot.  Jennifer Egan's book tells a familiar story in a new way.  I loved it so much I read it twice in a row.

Hard Rain Falling by Don Carpenter.  A story about the underbelly of America that turned out to be touching in ways I did not expect.  Mr. Carpenter's novel takes the reader in unexpected directions and finds redemption in unlikely places.

High Wind in Jamaica by Richard Hughes.  A group of innocent children are captured by pirates, and the pirates are never the same.  A clear-eyed look at childhood and the damage innocence can cause.

How the Two Ivans Quarelled by Nicolai Gogol.  Mr. Gogol looks at the foibles of the weathly land-owning class and finds hilarity.  Few authors can make me laugh like Nicolai Gogol.

Ivan and Mischa by Michael Alenyikov.  Mr. Alenyikov's book came to me as an Advanced Readers Copy and ended up being one of my favorite books this year.  This series of interlinked stories gave me two memorable characters.  I'm keeping this one for a re-read someday.

Jealousy by Alain Robbe-Grillet.  This is the year I foudn Alian Robbe-Grillet.  Jealousy is not so much a novel about jealousy as it is jealousy itself.  Reading it is to become immersed in the experience of being the emotion.  I was enthralled, disturbed, and entertained by it.

The Day Last More than a Hundred Years by Chingiz Aitmatov.  A man riding a camel in full regalia leads the funeral procession of his lifelong friend across the steppes of Central Asia during the early days of Soviet space exploration.  I loved this odd bit of science fiction from the Soviet Union.

The Death of the Author by Gilbert Adair.  Mr. Adair squiwers the lit-crit establishment in this funny spoof of academia.  Not just for former English majors, but it you are a former English major you really should read it.

The Story of a Crime by Maj Sajwoll and Per Wahloo.  I meant to read all ten volumes of this series this year, but only made it through book nine.  I'll get to book ten very soon.  This ground-breaking series of police procedurals set a very high bar for all those who followed.  Few have done as well as Ms. Sjowall and Mr. Wahloo.

Tristram Shandy by Lawrence Sterne.  Another year-long reading project that I haven't quite finished yet.  But with just the final two books of the novel left to go, I decided to include Mr. Lawrence's masterpiece in this year's list.  It's a wonderfully fun read.

Books that almost made the final list:  A Novel Bookstore by Laurence Cossee, In an Lonely Place by Dorothy Hughes, Acts of Passion by Georges Simenon, Animal Farm  by George Orwell, The Last Innocent Year by Jon Margolis, Double Indemnity by James M. Cain, The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas, The Beauty of Men by Andrew Holleran,   and Doghead by Morten Ramsland.

Happy new year everyone.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Dakota's Favorites: My Dog Tulip by J.R. Ackerley



Two years ago, when I was walking my dog in Fulham Palace Gardens, we overtook an old woman who was wheeling a baby carriage. She was chatting cheerfully to the occupant of it, and it was therefore, perhaps, not unreasonable of me to be surprised to find, when I caught up with her, that this too was a dog.

My Dog Tulip by J.R. Ackerley is a love story. It's also a dog story, but it's not like other dog stories, nor is it like other love stories. Mr. Ackerley, who came to own Tulip, an Alsatian Shepard late in life, found in her an emotional bond deeper than anything he ever had with friend, family or lover. She was instantly and completely devoted to him; he soon became devoted to her. Mr. Ackerley's friends have said that the two were inseparable, much to everyone's consternation. Tulip was a difficult dog, but he insisted on taking her everywhere he went. Soon, his friends stopped inviting him round. Then they stopped coming round. But Mr. Ackerley never wavered in his devotion to Tulip, nor did she in her devotion to him.

My Dog Tulip, his memoir of their time together, is about love but it is not romantic. I have never read a more unvarnished account of what it's like to own a dog. No one tells you this, I can assure you no one told me, but once you have a dog you will soon become obsessed with "liquids and solids." In fact, Mr. Ackerley gives his second chapter this exact title. He lives in a London flat, so finding a suitable place for Tulip to do her business without disturbing the sidewalks and doorways of local shops is not exactly easy. Even his offers to scrub down the sidewalk afterwards do not quell the anger of some store owners. Because dogs cannot talk, how well a dog urinates and the condition of its bowel movements are two of the few ways a dog owner can tell how healthy their dog is, but Mr. Ackerley's is the only dog story I've ever read that goes into this topic. He goes into detail and while the details may make the reader squirm they bring laughter in their wake. They are also very true to life; I can assure you.

Most of My Dog Tulip is about Mr. Ackerley's attempts to successfully breed Tulip. He wants her to have a full life which includes the experience of motherhood, in Mr. Ackerley's opinion. (The events in the book cover several years in late 1940's well before the time when having your dog fixed became more the accepted norm.) Again, Mr. Ackerley is unromantically frank in his portrayal of how difficult it was to find a mate for Tulip and what it was like for her to go through heat. He tries many times to find a suitable male Alsatian Shepard for her, but she rejects them all only to end up with a neighborhood mutt. Keeping a litter of pups in a small London flat is not easy, nor is finding them all homes when the time comes, so Mr. Ackerley does not repeat the experience.

What I like most about My Dog Tulip is that throughout the memoir Tulip remains a dog. At no point does Mr. Ackerely anthropomorphize her. She never rescues anyone from a burning building or does something so wonderful that it brings a broken family back together. Her pups are not a troop of Keystone Cop comedians; they are difficult and demanding. Tulip never thinks human thoughts; her affection is never compared to that of a child or a lover. She acts like a dog and Mr. Ackerley deals with her as a dog. He is not a man who would ever put a dog in a baby carriage. Tulip is devoted to Mr. Ackerley as only a dog can be. It's not at all like a human to human bond. It's a human to dog bond. It's different. And it's nice to see it celebrated for the wonderful thing it is in My Dog Tulip.


Dakota's Favorites are selections from the archive at Ready When You Are, C.B.  Since this review ran Dakota and I have seen the movie version which we can both highly recommend.  It's both entertaining and faithful to the book.  Here's the trailer.







Thursday, December 29, 2011

Cop Killer by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo

She reached the bus stop well ahead 

of the bus, which would not be along 
for half an hour yet.

Opening to Cop Killer
by Mah Sjowall and Per Wahloo
translated from the Swedish by
Thomas Teal

Who is the cop killer?

Cop Killer, the ninth volume in The Story of A Crime seriesstarts with  an investigation that takes police detective Martin Beck out of Stockholm to a small town on Sweden's southernmost coast.  There he befriends the head of the local police department, a bachelor who lives above the police station. Over the days and then weeks he spends investigating the disappearence of a local woman, Beck  comes to see that the detectives who choose to live and work far removed from Stockholm are probably better than the detectives in the city.  Not what he expected to find at all.

Midway through the search for the missing woman a pair of small time hoods, stopped for a traffic violation, open fire on three police officers.  One police officer dies several days later, due to a wasp sting incurred when he fell in a nearby ditch trying to avoid the gun fire.  The other officers survive the shooting.  One of the hoods is killed.

Afterwards, the media circus that had been following Beck's case, moves on to the search for the cop killer,  the higher brass in the national police force having made sure the story of the wasp sting did not get out to the press. The Sweden's press follows the bungled search for a petty criminal who never fired a gun in his life, while the reader follows the story of Beck's professional police work as he continues to search for the woman's killer.

At this point in the series, Sjowall and Wahloo are openly dealing with political and social issues in their books. They take care to keep the events of the story uppermost in the reader's mind, but they are willing to pause the twin searches for a page or two when needed to complete their critique of Swedish society.  The story itself now serves the project, too.  The press who hound an innocent man accused of the woman's murder, for example, an "innocent" man was recently released from prison in spite of murdering the girl in the first book Roseanna.  Sjowall and Wahloo are thus able to critique a justice system that let a killer walk free after serving only a few years in prison while simulaneously attacking a press corp and a police force that rushes to judgement without any evidence, even that of a corpse.

The National Police Force has borne the brunt of Sjowall and Wahloo's critique.   With its incompetant, politically appointed upper brass who has  militaized the police force giving him  a small army to arrest a petty thief and the cops who confronted speeding drivers guns drawn in the first place, I'm starting to wonder what the crime is in The Story of a Crime.  Why isn't it The Story of Crime?  Why "A" crime?   The crime seems to be the nature of the Swedish police force once it was nationalized.  The real criminal in Sjowall and Wahloo's series appears to be the Swedish government charged with protecting its citizens and enforcing the law.  The government commits a crime on its police force who then become part of the crime committed on the people of Sweden.

This is not a comforting thought in America circa 2011.

Towards the end of the novel, Beck complains to a compatriot that the helicopters and heavy weaponry the police for now owns will have to be used to justify their purchase, even though they are not needed to arrest a single, unarmed, frightened young man.  Sjowall and Wahloo drive this point home when the failed show of force is followed by a pair of old-time professional police officers who simply find and arrest the young man.

Coming soon to a demonstration near you.
Meantime, some 40 years after Cop Killer was published, the Department of Homeland Security is sending tanks like the one pictured here to police departments across the United States at a time when violent crime rates are at record lows throughout the country.

It's this intermixing of classic police procedural and social critique that helped make The Story of a Crime the trendsetting success the books became.  It's also what makes them unsettling reading today. 
  

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Best and Worst of Shakespeare

Inside Shakespeare & Co. Bookstore, Paris
Alyce at At Home With Books asked me to write a guest post for her weekly best/worst feature.  (You can read my selections for the best and worst of Shakespeare here.)  Each week, Alyce asks a guest blogger to write about a favorite author of theirs focusing on two works, one the author's best and the other the author's worst.

To see my choices for the best and the worst plays by William Shakespeare go to At Home With Books today.


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Tuesdays with Voltaire

"A witty saying proves nothing."


Voltaire








Voltaire was the pen name of François-Marie Arouet ( 1694 – 1778) He was a French Enlightenment writer known for his wit and advocacy of civil liberties. His most well known work, Candide, is one of the funniest books I've ever read.









Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas: Did you get any books this year?

Are you savoring a new book?  Did you find lots of literature under the tree this year?  Are you looking at a stack of new paperbacks so high you're wondering how you'll ever find the time to read them all?

Why not sign-up for The TBR Double Dare?!?!

Your TBR stack is much higher now, isn't it.  It will probably take you until April 1, when The TBR Double Dare   ends, to read them all anyway.

It's easy to sign up.  Just leave a comment here or go to the official TBR Double Dare page by clicking the picture to the right.

Come on.  You know you want to.

Join the fun.

Take The Double Dare.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

This put a smile on my face.

I've not shared a video like this one in a while.  But this little bit of film made me smile this morning. 

I'm considering it a little Christmas gift from the universe. Maybe a little Hannukkah present.



Happy holidays to everyone.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

"The first thing you find out when  
yer dog learns to talk is that dogs  
don't got nothing  much to say."
Opening to

The Knife of Never Letting Go

by Patrick Ness

WARNING: Review contains hints that could be spoilers. And I didn't like it.  My review is a bit snarky.

Okay, I'll grant you, The Knife of Never Letting Go has  a terrific first sentence.  Especially for a young adult novel aimed at middle school readers.  A talking dog.  A narrator with something of an attitude.  What 12-year-old reader could resist?  Not many apparently.

I enjoyed the first half so much that I didn't even notice it's written in the present tense which I absolutely hate with an undying passion.  However, about halfway through the novel a disturbing event occurs.  In the context of then novel, this event should be expected.  It's a violent story set in a violent world; that characters die should come as no surprise.  I actually began to fear for this particular character's life several pages before the his end, but I thought, no, Ness won't go there.  Not after he's made us love this character so much.  To go there would be unforgivable.

But he went there.  And I won't forgive him.  I almost stopped reading the book, but I figured other characters have seemed to die and then came back to life several times, why not this one?  Maybe there's a chance he'll return.  We didn't actually see him die, so maybe.....

Unfortunately, this event took me out of the book enough for its shortcomings to begin to become apparent. The phoney use of suspense for instance.  Repeating single words, short phrases and very short lines of text to drag out the tension over several pages when there's really not enough for a full paragraph.  Take this passage for example:

Running faster and faster --
Pound, pound, pound --
Run, run, run, run, run my Noise chugs like a rocket--
Not looking back--
Five steps--
Run, run--
Three steps--
CRACK!
And Viola falls--
"NO!" I shout--
And she's falling over the lip of the road, tripping down the other side and crashing down in a roll--
"NO!" I shout again and leap after her--
Stumbling down the steep incline--
Pounding down to where she's rolling--
No--
Not this--
Not now--
Not when we're--
Please no--


That's eight 'run's, four 'pound's, four 'no's, and three 'not's, in case you were counting.  Maybe it's supposed to be poetic.  I kept thinking of those old email jokes people used to send.





wait for it







scroll down









keep going









almost there








punch line!!!!

Villainous  characters disappear and suddenly reapper without warning too many times.  There are three who pop-up like whack-a-moles throughout the book whenever the action gets a bit dull or it looks like the hero will make it to end of his journey a couple of hundred pages too soon.  There are two good characters who do the same, one who really should have been dead but had to come back to life to provide a bit of exposition towards the end.  It's difficult to tell who is really dead and who isn't.  They could all end up alive in the closing chapters of book three for all I know.    Chapters end on cliffhangers, so does the book which is the first of three.  I lost interest.  I finished it, but I wasn't racing through the pages like I was during the first half.  I was skimming.  And the present tense.  For an entire novel.  Really?  There ought to be a law.

I know this series has many fans, adult and young adult both.  I can see why, too.  It certainly sucked me in at first.  If that one character had lived, I'd probably be singing the books praises and rushing out to get parts two and three.   To read a book like The Knife of Never Letting Go is to participate in a kind of magic.  One must agree to let go of the known world, enter into a fantasy that follows a different set of rules.  It works best when there is a cooperative team of reader and writer, both in on the game together for the sake of the fun both are having.  But Mr. Ness broke the spell halfway through as far as I'm concerned, and then all I could see was the man behind the curtain trying vainly to continue pulling my strings.

I only read this book because my very good friend Sandy at You've GOTTA Read This, who will be very disappointed that I didn't love it,  wrote a glowing review.  (You'll be able to find many other through Google search.)  Sandy is very big on audio books--if you're a fan of them you really should be following her.  I suspect The Knife of Never Letting Go makes a terrific audio book.  It does have several very interesting voices and a story line that would make for excellent listening.  Most of the visual gimmicks that annoyed me while reading would play out well as a listening experience.

As far as getting a class set for my students goes, probably not.  I will recommend the book to individual students who might be interested in it.  But I don't think I'll use it as a class book.  The ending is problematic in a bad way, the vocabulary level is too low for my seventh graders, and there is the problem of the character death mentioned above.  We do read books with death scenes, The Outsiders is a hit year after year, but I learned my lesson in 1998, the one time I had the class read Old Yeller, a much better book by the way.  I'm not going down that road again.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Tuesdays with Voltaire

Photo is by Sean Williams taken to illustrate his
 attempt to sculpt a copy of the  well know statue
of Voltaire.   The block of stone to the left is Mr.
Williams initial work while the head of Voltaire is
a copy he is working from.  To see more of his
progress and to read about his project click
through to his website on the picture above.

"To succeed in the world it is not enough to be stupid; one must also be well-mannered."


Voltaire




I think is very fitting that I mistakenly posted this edition of Tuesdays with Voltaire yesterday and that I apologize to those of you who subscribe to Ready When You Are, C.B. in a reader and are getting this post for a second time.  See, I'm both stupid and well-mannered.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Partitions by Amit Majmudar

"This is the sadhu."
Opening to

Partitions

by Amit Majmudar

It's very difficult for me to imagine let alone understand the animus that led to the partitioning of India and Pakistan in 1947 following the withdrawal of British authority from the subcontinent.  The violence that accompanied partition defies understanding.  One can only ask how could this happen without the expectation of an answer.

To his credit, Amit Majmudar does not seek to explain that violence  in his novel Partitions.  Instead, he presents a portrayal of three sets of people, two Hindo brothers trying to find their mother and flee Pakistan, a Muslim doctor driven out of India and a Sikh girl forced to flee her doomed family for the home she hopes to find at the Golden Temple of Armritsar.

What emerges from the novel is a portrait of the chaos that followed partition.  Millions of people forced to leave their homelands, most unable to take anything with them, many facing violent opposition driving them out and trying to stop their escape.

It's hard for someone living in the Bay Area in 2011 to understand what happened.  What could drive someone to light a ten-year-old boy on fire?  How could anyone participate in gang raping a pre-pubescent girl?  Why would anyone drive out the local doctor who brought generations of children into the world?  It's probably just as hard to imagine  for many people living in South Asia today as well.  The past is a foreign country after all.

C.J. is reading Angels of Our Better Nature by Steven Pinker.  Mr. Pinker's thesis is that violence has been on a steady decline throughout human history.   From the details C.J. has passed along to me, Mr. Pinker makes a strong case.  We think of the 20th century as an incredibly violent time period.  Two world wars, the Holocaust, the Stalinist purges, the Killing Fields of Cambodia, all make the partitioning of India look like a relatively minor bad patch.  Mr. Pinker argues that over the scope of human history, the 20th century wasn't really all that bad.  He makes a very good case, too.  I hope he's right.  I hope the violence that occurred in Partition and in events like it will soon be strictly the stuff of novels.

After reading Mr. Majmudar's novel, I cannot boast a better understanding of either why partitioning happened nor why so many people behaved so abominably during it.  I can say  that I have a better understanding of what it was to live through that event.  By presenting four characters who survived events none of them understood, Mr. Majmudar gives his readers what every good novelist does, a bit of insight into the lives of others, a slightly greater sense of community with the human race.  I know I'm venturing into territory even I would label as cheesy, but Partitions moved me much more than I expected.   That's a fitting tribute to those who went through the partitioning of India, and to those who didn't survive.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Dakota's Favorites: Deadwood by Pete Dexter

The boy shot Wild Bill's horse at dusk, while Bill was off in the bushes to relieve himself.

Deadwood by Pete Dexter was first published the same year as Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove which won the Pulitzer Prize for 1986. The award could have just as easily gone to Deadwood as both books are very well written and both books turn the western genre on its head in just about the same way.

The American western has not been the clean-cut altruistic battle between good and evil that many people view it as for some time. Even John Wayne's movies moved into gray areas. The Searchers, for example, seems like a simplistic story about how bad Indians are, but if you look closely enough, if you can get past the obvious racism in the movie, you'll find that Wayne's character, the character who hates the Indians the most, is the one character that is no longer welcome in society. It's not the girl raised by Indians but Wayne who cannot return to white "civilization" in the end. Even a character as noble as Shane has to leave town in the end of the movie because there is no place for an ex-gunfighter anymore. Taking the turn towards the amoral man-with-no-name stories of the Clint Eastwood type just wasn't all that big of a leap. Westerns were already on the way there.

What was new with books like Lonesome Dove and Deadwood was the way they took historical figures and events and presented them in a raw, unvarnished, style that bordered on revisionist history. I'm not well-versed enough in the genre to say with certainty, but I imagine both novels were heavily influenced by the new takes on the American West that historians were writing in the 1970's and 80's which presented versions of history that focused on Native Americans, Mexicans, Chinese immigrants, freed slaves and women rather than on the on-going, unquestioned story of Manifest Destiny.

Pete Dexter's Deadwood differs from Lonesome Dove in that all of the characters in it are based on historical people, even the very minor ones. Deadwood could almost pass as the sort of new-journalism Truman Capote was aiming for with In Cold Blood, it's just about a non-fiction novel as far as I can tell. It's also a novel with an ensemble cast, something not typically found in a western. The setting is Deadwood, South Dakota during the early years of the town's existence. Deadwood began as an illegal settlement of miners who violated treaties with Native American tribes in order to prospect for gold in the Black Hills of the Dakota territory. The men who went there at first were all law-breakers just by being there so the overall lawlessness of the place should come as no surprise. The women of Deadwood, at least at first, were largely made up of prostitutes, portrayed in Deadwood as essentially slaves owned body-and-soul by the men who ran the brothels. This is not the Dakota territory of Laura Ingalls Wilder.

The characters in Deadwood include Wild Bill Hickock, Calamity Jane Cannary, Sheriff Seth Bullock, and Charley Utter who functions as the linchpin that keeps all of the other characters together. Utter, a truly decent man, has followed Hickock to Deadwood which has just passed its initial glory days as a mining boom town. Hickock is dying, probably from Syphilis, but his presence will haunt the story and the town long after he has been gunned down. The other characters and their stories circle around Utter who is the one character to continue throughout the entire novel in part because he is one of the historical figures to remain in the area until the end of his life and he seems to have known just about everyone at least in passing.

If books like Deadwood and Lonesome Dove can be said to have moved the western genre forward then the HBO television series Deadwood can be seen has having moved westerns back a bit. (The two appear to be unconnected; there is no credit to Mr. Dexter on the official HBO Deadwood website which I find a bit hard to believe.) The novel is focused on the character of Charley Utter who serves as a moral compass for everyone else, albeit perhaps a damaged one, but Mr. Utter plays a much more secondary role in the series. The television series, instead, sets up an on-going rivalry between Sheriff Seth Bullock, who is morally upright, and Al Swearengen who ends up being a brothel owner with a heart of gold. By the final episodes of the television series the audience is rooting for Swearengen even while his actions remain repulsive. This is not possible in the novel. The Seth Bullock of the novel is not entirely likable the way he is in the series, and Al Swearengen is completely despicable. The Chinese immigrants who lived in Deadwood play a serious part in the novel, several of them are featured characters, but they are basically reduced to a single single role throughout most of the series. This seems like a great oversight on the part of the series in my view since the experience of Chinese immigrants in the American West is not one many Americans know well. It strikes me that it could have been a very rich source for possible story lines. According to Wikipedia the owner of the most prosperous brothels in Deadwood were women whom neither the novel nor the television series feature. In both, characters move in and out of the story, just as real people moved in and out of Deadwood, South Dakota. Some are more compelling than others and the resulting novel, like the television series, has a plot like a soap opera--events build to a climax and then keep on going to another climax next week instead of building for a big climactic finish. Things don't really end, except in death, people just move along. Maybe, in the end, that is the story of the American West.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Favorite Reads of 2011

Now is the time for end of the year lists.  Since starting Ready When You Are, C.B. in 2007, I've published an annual list of my ten favorite reads for the year. Favorite reads does not equal best books by any means.  Over the years, I've read many wonderful books that I didn't particularly enjoy.  I've also enjoyed a few books that, I'll admit, weren't very good.  But, my favorite reads are all good books.

I'm still working on getting the list down to ten books at this point.  These are the contenders in no particular order.
  • Act of Passion by Georges Simenon.  A murderer tries to explain why he did it.  
  • Animal Farm  by George Orwell.  A classic that still has too much to say about our world.
  • Hard Rain Falling by Don Carpenter.  A crime story that could only happen in America.
  • Ivan and Mischa by Michael Alenyikov.  Interlinked short stories about two immigrant brothers.  A shoo-in for the final top ten list.
  • The Last Innocent Year Jon Margolis's account of America in 1964.
  • A Novel Bookstore by Laurence Cossee.  A guilty pleasure read about running a bookstore in Paris.
  • The Death of the Author by Gilbert Adair.  An Art of the Novella challenge read that parodies literary critics.
  • In an Lonely Place by Dorothy Hughes.  The pleasures of pulp fiction.  I'm betting this one makes it to the top ten list.
  • Double Indemnity by James M. Cain.  I sure did read a lot of crime fiction this year.
  • How the Two Ivans Quaralled by Nicolai Gogol.  Nicolai Gogol is one of the funniest author's I've read.  This novella is no exception.
  • The Day Last More than a Hundred Years by Chingiz Aitmatov.  This unusual book about life on the Russian steppes will certainly be on the top ten list.  If I had a top five list, it would be there.
  • A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan.  Probably my favorite book of the year.  
  • The Silent Land by Graham Joyce.  An odd little thriller that took me by surprise.
  • Mamaw by Susan Dodd.  The life of Jesse James's mother.  If you want to understand what it's like to be the parent of a criminal child, this is the book to read.
  • Doghead by Morten Ramsland.  A story from Denmark that defies description.  
  • Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones.  Teaching Great Expectations on a tropical island in the midst of a civil war.  
  • Topology of a Phantom City by Alain Robbe-Grillet.  A mystery that isn't a mystery.  A collections of clues to a crime that's neither solved nor depicted.
  • The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas.  A suburban barbecue gone very, very bad.
  • High Wind in Jamaica by Richard Hughes.  Just how much damage can a group of innocent children do? 
  • The Beauty of Men by Andrew Holleran.  A meditation on life at middle age and one man's obsession with men.
  • Tristram Shandy by Lawrence Sterne.  I'm almost through with this 18th century wonder and I've still no idea what it's about.  And I don't care.  The most modern book ever written, written 250 years ago.
  • The Story of a Crime by Maj Sajwoll and Per Wahloo.  The ten volume Martin Beck series stands tall 30 years after its initial publication.
  • Jealousy by Alain Robbe-Grillet.  To read the book is to experience the emotion of jealously.
  • 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami.  I've no review posted yet.  I'm still reading it.  I'm still loving it.  It was worth the wait.

That's 24 books, if you're counting.  Actually, 33 if you count the Martin Beck series as ten books instead of one.  I'm going to count it as one.  There's no way I can pick out a single favorite volume from the ten, and I enjoyed reading them all.

I'm certain that Jealously, Tristram Shandy, The Day Last More than a Hundred Years and  A Visit from the Goon Squad will all be on the final list.  That leaves six more titles to winnow it down to.  I'll have my final top ten list posted on December 30.




Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Project X by Jim Shepard

First day of FS and where are my 
good green pants?
Opening to
Project X
by Jim Shepard

I'm probably supposed to feel sorry for them.

I'm probably supposed to empathize.

I'm probably supposed to be a little shocked by how much I do both of those.

I thought they were a couple of losers, spoiled and whiny.

That they eventually go on a killing spree didn't help matters.

Project X by Jim Shepard is the story of two best friends, outsiders and outcasts, who find the eighth grade so repulsive they decide to take arms against the classmates who torment them and go out in  final blaze of glory.

I think parts of it were supposed to be funny.

Whatever.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tuesdays with Voltaire


"What most persons consider as virtue, after the age of 40 is simply a loss of energy."


Voltaire










When Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart heard news of Voltaire's death, he wrote to his father,  "The arch-scoundrel Voltaire has finally kicked the bucket...."

Monday, December 12, 2011

Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse edited by John Joseph Adams

Famine. Death, War. Pestilence.
Opening to the Introduction
by John Joseph Adams.

The end of the world is supposed to be fun.  Stories of the apocalypse allow a certain dark form of escapism.  They allow the reader to indulge in a fantasy life the same way classic thrillers, mysteries, westerns and romances do.  Throw all the weapons you can find into the RV, take to the road one step ahead of the zombie apocalypse, or the bio-engineered plague, or the traumatic breakdown of civilization's infrastructure, or devastating climate change, or nuclear war, or alien invasion.  It's a nightmare, but it's also an adventure.

In post-apocalyptic fiction, the societal rules we follow day to day are suspended.  Everything is new. We must recreate ourselves.  If we are to survive, the self we must become is one that  fulfills a certain fantasy life we think we'd like a chance to live.  No more nine-to-five, no more bills to pay, no more red-tape to stand in our way.  Just our own will to live.

John Adams, the editor of  Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse understands this.  From his introduction:

What is it that draws us to those bleak landscapes--the wastelands of post-apocalyptic literature? To me, the appeal is obvious: it fulfills our taste for adventure, the thrill of discovery, the desire for a new frontier. It also allows us to start over from scratch, to wipe the slate clean and see what the world may have been like if we had known then what we know now.  

I agree with Mr. Adams here, but I'd take this thought a step further.  Stories of post-apocalyptic life allow us to explore just how bad things might turn out too, in spite of knowing what we now know.  Take Margaret Atwood's novel The Handmaid's Tale for example.  Part of the fun of reading The Handmaid's Tale is the chance to see just what life would be like if a certain group of people were allowed to recreate the world to suit their own vision of what it should be.  Ms. Atwood's dystopia is not one many of us would choose to live in, but reading about it gives us a chance to see what it would be like, to see just how bad things could get.  I see this as a form of escapist reading.  Like many of the post apocalyptic stories in Wastelands, the reader is not given a world to escape into but a world to escape from.  Instead of fleeing our own lives for a fictional one, we flee the fiction for reality.  Either way, we escape.

There's much more than that going on in The Handmaid's Tale, and in the stories in Mr. Adam's anthology, but he's right at heart.  The destruction of the world always brings about a new one in its wake.  A chance to start again.  It can't help but be an adventure.

For reviews of individual stories in collected in Wastelands see here, here and here and here.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Sunday Salon: Don't Look at that Bookcase!

I've been avoiding my books.  I've got this good sized bookcase overflowing with books that I haven't read downstairs in my studio.  I see it everyday at least twice a day when I go downstairs to feed the rabbits who live there.  I've been adding books to it, not that many, the past couple of weeks.  But I'm not reading any of them.

I'm saving them for The TBR Double Dare, January 1.

So, I've been grabbing things off of the shelves at my local libraries, from the new books shelf and one or two from the staff picks shelf.  I've been reading library books like a madman--I'm on my fourth one this week.  Some good, one I almost loved, and one I didn't much like at all.  (Have you ever read a book you didn't like to the end just because you wanted a chance to write a bad review?  Does that make me a bad person?)

I'm also trying to finish up a couple of reading projects I've been working on this year.  When I say "trying to finish up" what I really mean is putting them off until winter vacation starts.  I have three: read all ten of the Martin Beck mystery series by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo; complete The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Lawrence Sterne; and complete 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami.  I'm close to 80% done with all three, and I'm enjoying all three.  

But there are all of these wonderful books in my TBR stack, waiting for me.  I almost started one Thursday night--came very close to opening it up just to read the first page--but I stopped myself.  Wait just a few more weeks for The TBR Double Dare.

Then you can read whatever you want.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Handling the Undead by John Ajvide Lindqvist

"Salude, comandante.'
Opening to
Handling the Undead
by John Ajvide Lindqvist
translated from the Sweedish by
Ebba Segerberg

One night in Stockholm David's wife, Eva, is in a freak traffic accident.  He rushes to the hospital as soon as he is called, but she dies before he can get there.  However, by the time he arrives in  the emergency room her corpse has come back to life.  Mahler, a free-lance reporter/photographer called out of retirement to cover the story, gets the first pictures of the 'reliving' that same night.  On his way home he wonders if his grandson, Elias, who died a  few months ago, has also come back to life.  Mahler stops by the cemetary where Elias is buried, puts  his ear to the ground over his grandson's grave, and is sure that he hears something.

John Ajvide Lindqvist's novel, Handling the Undead, takes the zombie story into uncharted waters, the family.  Just over 2,000 people come back to life one night in Stockholm, everyone who has died in the past two months.  The 'reliving' are not bent of violence, filled with insatiable hunger, or contagious.  They simply come back to life.  What happens next?  What does society do with them? What do their families do with them?

The best horror stories work under the reader's skin by hitting close to home, touching on fears and desires many of us secretly share.  That a man want's his wife to come back to life, a grandfather his grandson, is something all readers can understand--it's the driving force behind many horror stories from W.W. Jacob's classic "The Monkey's Paw" to Stephen King's novel Pet Cemetery.  Mr. Lindqvist's book is at its best when it is focused on more intimate family scenes.  A mother caring for her son back from nearly two months in the grave is both touching and horrifying.  We understand how she must take care of the son who died just after he learned to walk, bottle feeding him like she did when he was alive.  But, at the same time, we know that what she is doing is horrible and are repulsed

It makes for a very creepy read.

However, like many horror stories, maybe like most horror stories, the narrative breaks down towards the end.  Once he's established his cast of characters, Mr. Lindqvist begins to explore what happened that brought so many of the dead back to life.  His answer will satisfy some and disappoint others, which is what usually happens in horror stories.  Horror stories often have ending problems.  (Stephen King is a bit infamous for them.) Why the dead came back to life is much less interesting than what happens once they do.  "The Monkey's Paw" is a classic, in part, because the events are unexplained.  We don't need to know the underlying reasons why the monkey's paw has the power to grant wishes; we don't even need to be certain that it really does.  Knowing for certain would only lessen the story's impact on the reader.  Unfortunately, Mr. Lindqvist tries to explain too much-- not something one should do with a premise that cannot stand much scrutiny.

It's best to leave some questions unanswered.

Let the undead stay undead.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Tuesdays with Dorothy




"I’ve never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it."




Today's installment of Tuesdays with Dorothy will be the last.  I've enjoyed spending the better part of a year with Ms. Parker and hope you have as well.  But it's always been my party-going motto to leave while you're still having fun.   Next week, Dakota and I will be going back in time several hundred years as Tuesdays with Dorothy becomes Tuesdays with Voltaire.  Hope you'll join us.  

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sunday Salon: What Everyone's Talking About (Updated)

Here's what some of today's best-selling authors are saying about the TBR Double Dare:

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a reader in possession of a mountain of books must be in need of a Double Dare." --Jane Austen (Submitted by Amy.)

"The TBR Dare is good and true. Sign up now" - Ernest Hemingway.  (Submitted by JoAnn.)


"Wherever there's a shelf with unread books, I'll be there. Wherever there's someone struggling to count everything on their TBR, I'll be there. I'll be in the way folks squint at lines of print and in the way they smile when they know they've passed another day without going into a bookstore. An' in the way they take up their Double Dare come January -- why, I'll be there." -John Steinbeck.  (Submitted by Bybee.)


"It scares me." Stephen King

"Once I can figure out a way to work a bear into the plot, I'll join."  John Irving

"I will not join it in a plane; I will not join it in the rain."  Dr. Seuss

"Don't Panic.  Just join the TBR Double Dare." Douglas Adams

"To say 'I will join the TBR Double Dare' one must first know how to say 'I'." Ayn Rand.

"D is for 'do the double dare!'"  Sue Grafton

"In the very depths of hell, even the demons have stacks of unread books."  Anne Rice

"The TBR Double Dare is a good thing." Martha Stewart




If you'd like to join in, just leave a comment here or at the official TBR Double Dare page.

Please feel free to add comments from other authors about the TBR Double Dare, too.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Dakota's Favorites: Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist


Blackeberg.

It makes you think of coconut-frosted cookies, maybe drugs. "A respectable life." You think subway station, suburb. Probably nothing else comes to mind. People must live there, just like they do in other places. That was why it was built, after all, so that people would have a place to live.


Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist and translated by Ebba Segerberg is for people who like their vampires monstrous. There are no cuddly creatures here, no misunderstood, sexy, brooding handsome young men, no one one who really has a soul, no one fighting an urge or repressing it with non-human blood substitutes. The vampire in Let the Right One In is an evil monster that survives on human flesh and blood. It's also a 12-year-old girl.

In classic horror fiction the reader has to wait for the monster to arrive. Instead of starting off with a jolt, the way many contemporary thrillers do, things are basically normal for quite a while. Think of The Exorcist, the 1970's movie about a girl possessed by demons. 40 minutes into the film things are bad but not so bad you'd have to believe the devil made her do it. Let the Right One In begins like a classic horror tale, with a troubling but ordinary situation. 12-year-old Oskar lives with his single mother in a modern flat in a modern subdivision. Small and shy, he has become the target of the school bullies, so much so that he dreads going to school and has lost all of his friends. He spends each day trying to avoid the bullies and then trying to keep his mother in the dark about them afterwards.

There is a murder in Oskar's neighborhood which he becomes obsessed with. He follows every piece of news about it that he can get with an avid interest, even keeps a scrapbook about it. At the same time a man and his young daughter move into the building next door. Their curtains are always closed. Very few people ever see either of them enter or
leave. Though the reader knows immediately where this is going, the book becomes harder and harder to put down.

I'm not going to say any more. Spoiling any of the plot would spoil the fun of reading it. While Let the Right On In is probably not great art, it is great entertainment, the kind of book that keeps you up a night and then keeps you up at night.


Dakota's Favorites are posts from the archives here at Ready When You Are, C.B.  Every other Friday, Dakota and I delve into the past to re-recommend a book we've read and enjoyed.  This coming Monday, we'll be looking at Mr. Lindqvist's new novel, Handling the Undead.
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