Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Sickboy's Literary Lollapalooza, January 2011

It’s time for January of 2011’s Literary Lollapalooza. It was a light month as far as acquiring books, but that’s okay. My stack of waiting books is getting a little large. Here we go…


BOOKS ACQUIRED JANUARY 2011

Twelve Angry Men, Reginald Rose

Lost in Yonkers, Neil Simon


BOOKS READ JANUARY 2011

Heidegger and a Hippo Walk Through Those Pearly Gates, Thomas Cathcart and David Klein: The second book by these two Harvard Philosophy majors, Heidegger… serves the same purpose as Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar: an introduction to philosophy through joke-telling. As the title of this book would suggest, Heidegger… focuses on the philosophies of what happens when we die. Like with Plato… some of the jokes made me LOL, others elicited no reaction from me at all. Another quick, easy read, perfect for a plane or train ride. It’s not going to change your life, but it wasn’t a waste of time, either.

Earth, A Visitor’s Guide to the Human Race, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart: Following in the footsteps of America: A Citizen’s Guide to Democracy Inaction, Earth is a guide to all things Earth-y. I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as I did America, but it had it’s moments of funny. I read it early in the month, and as almost two months have passed since, I don’t really remember what I’d like to say about it. If you’re a fan of the show, you’ll enjoy the book. That’s really about all there is to say. Wow, that review sucked.

Twelve Angry Men, Reginald Rose: Wow. I read a script. It’s been ages. I had never read this particular show, and read it in preparation for auditioning for a theatre that’s presenting it in a few months. It’s an excellent study on how members of a jury work with and against each other to reach a decision about the innocence or guilt of a nineteen year old man accused of killing his father. Loved it.

Lost In Yonkers, Neil Simon: Wait. Two scripts in one month? Something must be wrong. Yes, I had an audition for this show a week ago, and needed to be prepared. Here’s the thing. I don’t really like Neil Simon. Never been a huge fan of anything I’ve read or seen by him. This show seems cute, but I don’t like cute. I like real. The characters in this play come across to me as caricatures, not as real people. Anyway, that’s all there is to say about that. I really need to start writing these as I finish reading the books…

Middlesex*, Jeffrey Euginides: Read this book. Now. Drop whatever other book you’re reading, head immediately to the store, and pick this up. Steal it if you have to. It’s that good. I don’t really mean you should steal it. That’s morally and legally wrong. But READ IT. Middlesex is the tale of three generations of a Greek family, from the husband and wife that first come to America (they’re also brother and sister), to their grandchild, Calliope Stephanides, a hermaphrodite. Calliope (later Cal), relates the story of her grandparents’ immigration, tracing the recessive gene that causes the condition s/he is forced to come to terms with. Chock full of incest, race riots, and stunning human relationships, Middlesex is the front-runner for best book I’ll read this year. I realize it’s still early, but it’s going to be hard to top. It has earned a spot in my top ten books ever, no easy task. Go. Read it. And let me know what you think.

Stay tuned in a couple weeks for February’s Literary Lollapalooza. If, that is, I finish either of the books I’m reading. I’ve been busy. Sue me. And I apologize for the inferior reviews this month. I need to stop waiting so long. Again, sue me.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Literary Lollapalooza, January 2011 Edition

The new year has begun, and I have finally gotten myself caught up on all my literary 'paloozaing! Whew! I read some pretty good stuff this month. Take a look at my recommendations and then leave me a note letting me know of something you've read recently that blew your mind. In this way we can share!

This is Literary Lollapalooza, January Edition.

Books Read This Month:

After the Flood by Margaret Atwood

Between the Bridge and the River by Craig Ferguson

Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann

Books Acquired:

Fiction: The Likeness by Tana French, And Another Thing… by Eoin Colfer, The Fates Will Find Their Way by Hannah Pittard, Gun, with Occasional Music by Jonathan Lethem, The Best American Comics 2007 edited by Chris Ware, Noisy Outlaws, Unfriendly Blobs, and Some Other Things That Aren’t as Scary, Maybe, Depending on How You Feel About Lost Lands, Stray Cellphones, Creatures from the Sky, Parents Who Disappear in Peru, a Man Named Lars Farf, and One Other Story We Couldn’t Quite Finish, So Maybe You Could Help Us Out. Edited by Ted Thompson

Non-Fiction: A Widow’s Story by Joyce Carol Oates

Poetry: The Door by Margaret Atwood

E-Books: Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann

Books Borrowed: After the Flood by Margaret Atwood, and Between the Bridge and the River by Craig Ferguson

Currently Reading: Matched by Ally Condie

Reviews of This Months’ Books:

After the Flood by Margaret Atwood

After the Flood is the second book in Atwood’s proposed MadAddam trilogy, which began with Oryx and Crake. I loved Oryx and Crake and couldn’t wait to get back to this world.

After the Flood takes place during and after the events of the first book, with flashbacks to a world before the first book. So it’s not really a sequel or a prequel, but perhaps a companion piece to Oryx and Crake.

This book, unlike Oryx and Crake’s single protagonist, has two separate female protagonists, which splits the focus into two different storylines that cross, converge and meld into one story. This is part of the book’s problem, by telling two stories from two different perspectives it weakens the focus and lightens the built-in tension. The characters from Oryx and Crake all make minor but important appearances here, deepening the connections in the MadAddam universe.

Atwood’s imagination is still in fine form, expertly continuing to create a fictional world and its inhabitants. Her use of language creates instant mental connections from a fictional world to the one we know, which helps add credibility to her dystopic vision. This is a world and an outcome that isn’t all that farfetched, and Atwood’s firm grip on her viewpoint makes the story a parable of caution in the uses and scope of human advancement.

Sadly, After the Fall is not as good as its predecessor, but it is still ground-breaking science fiction. Not as hauntingly memorable as the story of Snowman, Oryx and Crake, but still achingly familiar, and an almost mirror image view through the eyes of two distinct female protagonists.

If you read Oryx and Crake (and you SHOULD), then you will definitely want to pick up this follow-up. I can’t wait for her conclusion to this incredible trilogy.

Between the Bridge and the River by Craig Ferguson

Aside from hosting TV’s Late Night with Craig Ferguson, TV’s Craig Ferguson also has also found success writing and directing independent films, and writing books. Between the Bridge and the River is his debut novel and it is a fine read, declaring once and for all that TV’s Craig Ferguson is one hell of a writer.

Between the Bridge and the River is a story that is mostly about religion. Or faith. Whatever. The story is separated into different but related storylines centered on different protagonists. One, a famous Scottish TV evangelist now caught up in a sex-scandal, and two American brothers, who seek power through creating a new American church conglomerate, the stories weave through alternating chapters, often crossing and finally converging in a fateful worldwide religious convention where the characters’ lives are forever altered.

This book is hilarious. And sad. And thought-provoking. And irreverent. TV’s Craig Ferguson is not afraid to say the things we’re all thinking, or to think the things we’re all too disgusted to imagine. A comic tour-de-force, this imaginative treatise on modern faith is at once a send-up of modern religious traditions, and a heartfelt and eye-opening study of what faith really means.

I highly recommend this book. This is for fans of TV’s Craig Ferguson, and for fans of thoughtful, funny fiction. Ferguson is a writer to watch for; his wit knows no bounds.

Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann

This book is a collection of stories that are inter-related, based on a specific time and place. The time is 1974, and the place is New York City. A man has just stretched a tightrope between the twin towers, and as a city holds its breath in horror, admiration, and shock, lives unfold.

Bookended by stories about the real-life tightrope walker that walked the rope hundreds of stories above downtown Manhattan, are stories of authentic and unique lives being lived at a snapshot piece of time. All of the stories are heartfelt and emotional, creating indelible impressions of a New York caught in a moment, like mosquitoes caught in amber.

The most powerful of these, in my opinion, and the one most interconnected to all the others centers on a young Irish immigrant to the city whose monastic religious views has him serving as servant and protector to a cadre of prostitutes, a calling his recently arrived brother sees as decidedly one-sided. He can’t understand how his brother can be so deluded to let these women take advantage of his kindness, but ever without agenda the young man steadfastly looks after his flock, often risking his own life and limb. He gets beaten by pimps and arrested by cops, but his unspoken commitment to these lost souls can’t be beaten. It is a heartbreaking and involving story that draws you deep into the emotional heart of this world, and it is here that the other stories seem to orbit. All of them somehow tinged, connected to, or haunted by this story of a good-hearted man doing his best to do right by societies downtrodden.

Of course, all of the stories are also uniquely tied to that man up on that tightrope who is hundreds of feet in the air, barely visible to the naked eye. He is doing the unthinkable, the unimaginable. He is walking, running, lying down on a tight rope stretched between those brand new twin towers. And meanwhile while people stop and stare up into the sky, lives continue being lived down below. This is a panoramic view of a NYC at a specific place in time. Like many different Polaroids taken from different angles: they all show slight variations of the same thing. The subject may differ, but they share the same backdrop, and occasionally you can piece together a larger picture based on the details you see in those different Polaroid pictures.

This is heart-stopping, amazingly clear and direct prose. McCann is a major talent, and Let the Great World Spin is the announcement of his arrival. Haunting, emotional writing, McCann goes straight to the heart with this collection of stories.

Okay, folks…not a bad start to the beginning of the new year. Let me know what you’re reading that’s blowing your mind! I’m always looking for my next favorite book.

Until next month, happy reading!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Chuckabilly's Literary Lollapalooza, December 2010 Edition

Okay, so let’s be straight: December sucked. I had very little time to read and what time I spent reading could’ve honestly been better spent doing…pretty much anything else. What other excuse could I have for posting this over two months late?

This is Literary Lollapalooza, December Edition.

Books Read This Month:

Anathem by Neal Stephenson

The Keep by F. Paul Wilson

Books Acquired:

Fiction: The Keep by F. Paul Wilson, Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child, Everything Matters! by Ron Currie, Jr.

Non-Fiction: Nothing to be Frightened Of by Julian Barnes, The Best American Non-Required Reading 2008 edited by Dave Eggers

E-Books:

Books Borrowed: After the Flood by Margaret Atwood

Currently Reading: After the Flood by Margaret Atwood

Reviews of This Months’ Books:

Anathem by Neal Stephenson

I picked up this thick door-stop of a book as an advanced reader copy a couple of years ago. It spent the years sitting on my bookshelf and mocking me.

This December I decided to celebrate the coldest of the winter season reading science fiction…y’know, because it’s cold and removed, relegated to the cold depths of space…(okay, it actually made sense in my head.) I decided that I would start off with this enormous tome that has been mocking me from my bookshelf.

Basically Anathem is…wait for it…MONKS. IN. SPACE! Duh duh dun! Okay really it’s much more complex and complicated than that. But still.

The idea is that on a planet much like Earth (pretty much identical to Earth), the world is separated into the Mathic world, consisting of monks who study math, and the Praxic world, consisting of common rubes like you and me, who really have no idea what is going.

The book is set firmly in the Mathic World, and Stephenson was dead-set on making sure the reader understood that world. After 25 pages I was still reading description of the monks’ Concent, down to the smallest detail. It was right about here that I wavered. Do I go on reading something I don’t understand or appreciate, or do I soldier on like a good reader, and see if I was being short-sighted? Answer: I soldiered on, God help me.

It got better. You should know that. It got downright interesting and exciting (right about the time people started doing things…eh, about ¾ of the way through the hefty tome).

In the end, I have to say it was okay. I don’t read a whole of sci-fi (or as the author calls it “speculative fiction”, whatever that is), but this was a whole, whole lot of introduction to what ended up being a not-very mind-blowing conclusion.

It didn’t suck. Well, alright, at times it sucked. But in the end I kinda enjoyed it. But was it worth the three-weeks it took me to read it? Nope. That was time I could’ve been reading something…well, um…good. Skip it.

The Keep by F. Paul Wilson

I was recommended this book from a friend who knew I was looking for good science fiction. I trust his opinions, so I was looking forward to this horror novel by an author I hear many great things about. And the premise sold me on the spot: The Nazi’s vs. Cthulu.

Sadly, the book is very dated (it was written in the early ‘80s), and the characters and plotlines are very clichéd, including a cheesy sex-scene that read very much like a bad romance novel. The premise was great, and even though Cthulu turned out to be more Dracula than otherworldly madness-inducing monsters, it was fun rooting against the Nazis, as the resident evil Romanian overlord kills them all ruthlessly.

It was fun. That’s all. I am no smarter having read this. I am no more enriched than I was before. It was trite and insincere writing (it was Wilson’s first novel, and I plan on giving his Repairman Jack series a try), but we also get Nazis dying in horrible, bloody ways. I can’t really knock that.

Well, it was a pretty pathetic end to an otherwise great year of reading. December sucks. I blame Christmas. And that fat bastard, Santa.