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Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon
What to say about this exalted book? Enormous, sweeping, gifted, culturally alluring, multi-dimensional, thickly embroidered, each page is chock-full of surprising language, unique turns of phrase, stunning metaphor.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
I Am Your Slave Now Do What I Say by Anthony Madrid
Astonishing debut poetry collection. Riotously cross-cutting, astonishingly leaping.
Never in my life have I laughed so riotously at a Table of Contents alone. A sampling: "In hell the units are the gallon and the fuck," "I used to manically slick my hair back," "No more epigrams against slaves," "Heaven help the right-handed man who has had his right hand cut off," "I too have been to Candyland," "Jam me in hot hell," "All my life I've been told you must take the baby from the crocodile," "Now that I know I am to be destroyed by a seventeen-year-old girl," "If I am a total washout as a love (and I am)," "Fuck Buddha I'm Buddha Nobody's Buddha quit talking about Buddha."
The unit of wine is the cup. Of LOVE, the unit is the kiss. That's here.
In hell, the units are the gallon and the fuck. In Paradise, the drop and the glance.
Here's a twenty-year-old girl with a red collared blouse, tight jeans and the rest of it.
She is not the promised earth, for the EARTH is a fat woman wearing a jungle.
She made a little Baby Jesus and put it in an owl's nest;
Now she wants to set it afloat, but we say no...
"Anthony, what can this mean? This language amazes me."
It means I wish I could give you a daughter exactly like yourself.
I am reading Sara Teasdale, whose joys were only three:
Caress; create; and gape at mindless nature.
Whoever reads more than a dozen ghazals at a time will be over-stimulated.
After a certain number of hits, one is simply wasting a precious drug.
Never in my life have I laughed so riotously at a Table of Contents alone. A sampling: "In hell the units are the gallon and the fuck," "I used to manically slick my hair back," "No more epigrams against slaves," "Heaven help the right-handed man who has had his right hand cut off," "I too have been to Candyland," "Jam me in hot hell," "All my life I've been told you must take the baby from the crocodile," "Now that I know I am to be destroyed by a seventeen-year-old girl," "If I am a total washout as a love (and I am)," "Fuck Buddha I'm Buddha Nobody's Buddha quit talking about Buddha."
The unit of wine is the cup. Of LOVE, the unit is the kiss. That's here.
In hell, the units are the gallon and the fuck. In Paradise, the drop and the glance.
Here's a twenty-year-old girl with a red collared blouse, tight jeans and the rest of it.
She is not the promised earth, for the EARTH is a fat woman wearing a jungle.
She made a little Baby Jesus and put it in an owl's nest;
Now she wants to set it afloat, but we say no...
"Anthony, what can this mean? This language amazes me."
It means I wish I could give you a daughter exactly like yourself.
I am reading Sara Teasdale, whose joys were only three:
Caress; create; and gape at mindless nature.
Whoever reads more than a dozen ghazals at a time will be over-stimulated.
After a certain number of hits, one is simply wasting a precious drug.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Warn
A pretty amazing book. Set 10 days before Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, the novel is narrated by a teenage girl living with her impoverished family (three brothers and father) in low-lying predominantly black and poor Bois Sauvage, Mississippit. Dramatically centered around her older brother Skeetah's pit bull China giving birth and the childrens' struggles to keep the puppies alive, the narrative soon deepens as fifteen year old Esch realizes she is pregnant. She is also obsessed with Greek mythology and reads and dwells upon the story of Medea and Jason, as the family struggles to prepare for the storm, her father is grievously injured, her youngest brother Junior grieves for their dead mother, and her oldest brother Randall attempts to free the family from some of their poverty in his high school basketball career.
Lots going on in this dense, quick book. The heroine, Esch, is unique and forceful in her narration. Her brothers are tough and yet enduringly kind to her and to each other.
Lots going on in this dense, quick book. The heroine, Esch, is unique and forceful in her narration. Her brothers are tough and yet enduringly kind to her and to each other.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
I am an Executioner by Rajesh Parameswaran
"I am an Executioner"
“Narrative of Agent 97-4702.”
"Demons"
"The Infamous Bengal Ming”
“Four Rajeshes”
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
A Possible Life by Sebastian Faulks
Five (apparently interlinked) stories across 150 years or so. Liked each individually, but didn't feel like the connections. He can write a story though.
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
The Orphan Master's Son
a staggering look inside a demonic country. I can only assume that most of it is true. the very facelessness of the oppressed people is used masterfully by Johnson-- characters are doubled and find themselves vying against versions of themselves created by the state to thwart their spirit -- which I found narratively challenging. but his landscape and emotional atmosphere is fantatically conjured-- he creates a North Korea so rich in human breath and foible, where for me before there was nothing but a cipher. Incredible achievement of a novel. Not even funny, how unusual a thing he has conjured not out of thin air, but out of strange, distant, inaccessible air.
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Canada by Richard Ford
Richard Ford's weighty novel on a tragic American family, where the father (a former Air Force man and failed businessman) and mother (intelligent, cynical) decide to rob a bank in Montana. Point of view is their son Dell, who is taken to a remote prairie town in Sasketchawan and raised by neer do wells. Very moving, lengthy meditation on childhood, America, human fate and goodness.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, Poems by Paul Guest
Wonderful, strange, exciting young poet.
User's Guide to Physical Debilitation
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Should the painful condition of irreversible paralysis last longer than forever or at least until your death by bowling ball or illegal lawn dart or the culture of death, which really has it out for whoever has seen better days but still enjoys bruising marathons of bird watching, you, or your beleaguered caregiver stirring dark witch's brews of resentment inside what had been her happy life, should turn to page seven where you can learn, assuming higher cognitive functions were not pureed by your selfish misfortune, how to leave the house for the first time in two years. An important first step, with apologies for the thoughtlessly thoughtless metaphor. When not an outright impossibility or form of neurological science fiction, sexual congress will either be with tourists in the kingdom of your tragedy, performing an act of sadistic charity; with the curious, for whom you will be beguilingly blank canvas; or with someone blindly feeling their way through an extended power outage caused by summer storms you once thought romantic. Page twelve instructs you how best to be inspiring to Magnus next door as he throws old Volkswagens into orbit above Alberta. And to Betty in her dark charm confiding a misery, whatever it is, that to her seems equivalent to yours. The curl of her hair that her finger knows better and beyond what you will, even in the hypothesis of heaven when you sleep. This guide is intended to prepare you for falling down and declaring détente with gravity, else you reach the inevitable end of scaring small children by your presence alone. Someone once said of crushing helplessness: it is a good idea to avoid that. We agree with that wisdom but gleaming motorcycles are hard to turn down or safely stop at speeds which melt aluminum. Of special note are sections regarding faith healing, self-loathing, abstract hobbies like theoretical spelunking and extreme atrophy, and what to say to loved ones who won't stop shrieking at Christmas dinner. New to this edition is an index of important terms such as catheter, pain, blackout, pathological deltoid obsession, escort service, magnetic resonance imaging, loss of friends due to superstitious fear, and, of course, amputation above the knee due to pernicious gangrene. It is our hope that this guide will be a valuable resource during this long stretch of boredom and dread and that it may be of some help, however small, to cope with your new life and the gradual, bittersweet loss of every God damned thing you ever loved. | ||
Sweeth Tooth by Ian McEwan
Got halfway through and put it away. Obscure, somewhat pulse-less. First one of his I've ever not finished. Concerns a young woman hired in the late 1960s by British intelligence, caught up in intrigues with lovers/former lovers/future lovers who may or may not be double agents. Will not find out, in this life. Of course, I had a University copy of the book, sans the sexy dust cover shown here. That might have made all of the difference in the world. But cannot recreate the experience of first picking up the plain black volume and reading half.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Nearly True by Sean Enright
http://www.amazon.com/Nearly-True-Sean-Enright/dp/0615671128/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1350263224&sr=1-2
It's 1938, post-Depression, pre-WWII Catholic Queens, NY. Ten year old Kenneth Cadogan leads silent film star Clara Bow, a deranged WWI veteran who’s obsessed with the actress, and his gang of friends who pretend to be cowboy heroes, in a search for missing television stock certificates. Kenneth also tries to solve the mystery of his father's disappearance after swimming in plain view of his son and his wife. Poking around in his father’s haunts in their neighborhood, Kenneth uncovers mysteries about his father’s life and marriage and demons. The search spreads to lower Manhattan and the Hoovervilles of Hoboken and Jersey City, culminating in the 1939 World’s Fair in Flushing Meadow, a monumental technology showcase when television was first displayed to the mass public, and where surprises and missed chances compound the mystery.
"What do Clara Bow, the World’s Fair, a shell-shocked WW1 veteran, and a father who walks into the ocean at Astoria Point one hot summer night in 1938 have to do with each other? Maybe nothing. Unless of course, you’ve entered the mordant whimsy of a Sean Enright novel. Nearly True tells the story of one boy’s passage from the make-believe of childhood, to the half-glimpsed, half-understood mysteries of adulthood as he comes to terms with his father’s disappearance. Enright is a master at capturing the tipping point of innocence, when the particular, heartbreaking way a child sees and then, refashions his world shows us more about what we have lost than we could imagine." Sarah Blake, New York Times best-selling author of The Postmistress.
"In the summer of 1938, a man goes for a swim in Turtle Bay in Queens and vanishes. This is the riveting mystery that propels Nearly True, an expansive, compassionate novel that is also the portrait of a boy and a country on the cusp of transformation. In search of his missing father, Kenneth Cadogan eavesdrops on the adult world and encounters an historical moment rife with venom, celebrity, shattering loss, and miraculous invention, including Radio Priest Father Coughlin, Clara Bow, the Hoovervilles, and the 1939 World’s Fair where television was born. In Kenneth, Sean Enright has given us a character as poignant and yearning as the era he describes." Maud Casey, author of Genealogy, a New York Times Editor's Choice Book
"You won’t soon forget Kenneth Cadogan, the character at the center of Sean Enright’s terrific new novel Nearly True. Set against the backdrop of the 1939 World’s Fair, Enright’s tale is a rollicking, riveting drama of an Irish family’s struggles in late Depression-era Queens and one boy’s heart-breaking quest to solve the puzzle of his father’s disappearance. Reminiscent of the works of Alice McDermott and E.L. Doctorow, Nearly True limns the joys and sorrows of the American immigrant experience with exuberant irreverence and wit. The result is a masterly portrait of familial love and sacrifice." Kate Walbert, author of A Short History of Women and the National Book Award nominee Our Kind
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
True North by Jim Harrison
In many ways it lived up to my brother's description: "Frederick Exley in northern Michigan. Plus, lots of hot-sounding ladies." I really liked the way he wove together philosophical discursion and mundane life observations, the sense of humor the narrator had about his own serious, obsessive side, and the irony and humor with which he was treated by his closest friends and family.
The landscape of the U.P. and northern Midwest forests were great, the fishing stuff too.
The flaw is that it meanders so much that I got lost often, as to where we were, and where he was on his campaign to expose the family's crimes and more particularly to punish his father.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Ulysses by James Joyce
Where to begin? I allegedly read this book around 1982. There are some marks on the pages (p. 190: "Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discover.")
This time, though, I spent some real time on it, having also read Dubliners and Portrait and Ellmann's magnificent biography.
Findings:
Stephen Daedalus is much less annoying and pious here than in Portrait. Of course, he's drunk a great deal of the time here, too.
Found "The Oxen of the Sun" section deeply annoying.
Found the "Circle" playlet to be magnificent.
This time, though, I spent some real time on it, having also read Dubliners and Portrait and Ellmann's magnificent biography.
Findings:
Stephen Daedalus is much less annoying and pious here than in Portrait. Of course, he's drunk a great deal of the time here, too.
Found "The Oxen of the Sun" section deeply annoying.
Found the "Circle" playlet to be magnificent.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
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