I didn't think Real World was as good as Kirino's previous works Out
Saturday, June 25, 2011
170. "Real World" by Natsuo Kirino
I didn't think Real World was as good as Kirino's previous works Out
169. "Memoirs of a Geisha" by Arthur Golden
Friday, June 24, 2011
168. "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan" by Lisa See
The account of foot-binding is difficult to read, and it's even more difficult to imagine generations of women enduring this practice. Although I knew it was extremely painful and crippling, I didn't realize the process could be fatal. The narration vividly depicts this, as well as the agony of learning to walk on bound feet and the continuing challenges to women's safety posed by the inability to move without pain. For example, when rebels invade, Lily joins a group of refugees fleeing to the mountains. As she toddles up a precipitous, rocky trail on her "beautifully" mutilated feet, she watches other women, unable to balance with their bound feet, lose their footing and plunge to their deaths.
In some ways this is a bleak novel; in others, it's what my college friend Becca used to call "redemptive."
Sunday, June 19, 2011
167. "Hoot" by Carl Hiaasen
Roy Eberhardt is the new kid in his Coconut Cove, Florida, middle school. Between battles with the school bully, Roy finds out that a large pancake chain is getting ready to build on a site that's also home to several breeding pairs of endangered burrowing owls. He joins forces with a mysterious barefoot boy and his school's female soccer star to stop the development and save the owls.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
166. "The Godfather of Kathmandu" by John Burdett
Conclusion: Definitely not a good introduction to the series, and even die-hard fans might struggle with this one.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
165. "The Piano Tuner" by David Mason
Drake leaves his beloved wife in London and travels to Burma, where he confronts realities he could never have imagined: ruthless bandits, desperate poverty, fatally careless British soldiers, an elegant and mysterious native woman, the slow wheels of British bureaucracy, and finally Carroll himself.
His dedication to his mission--not because of any military or civic duty but because of his deep care for pianos--and his fascination with Carroll lead Drake to a series of decisions that will have fatal repercussions.
Some sections of the novel are written in a breathless, comma-laced prose that is difficult to follow, particularly when depicting dialogue. But overall, this is an evocative, powerful novel about a journey into an Asian heart of darkness.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
164. "Fieldwork" by Mischa Berlinski
Through interviews with people who knew Martiya van der Leun, the archaeologist; her own letters; forays into archaeology and the spiritual beliefs of local tribes; and discussions with the vast Walker clan--the family of missionaries that spawned the man van der Leun killed--Berlinski strives to understand the crime. In the process, he explores what has motivated four generations of the Walker family, and what compelled van der Leun to give up her American life to dwell in a hut with a pre-literate hill tribe. Her ultimate embrace of the tribal beliefs, at the same time the Walker scion is converting more and more tribe members away from those beliefs, leads to a conflict that the novel attempts to portray as inevitable.
The story is fascinating, and Berlinski is a strong writer, providing ample details about Thai life, history, and cultures to engage readers. My only critique is that the novel's ending felt anticlimactic and a little abrupt.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
163. "The Merry Misogynist" by Colin Cotterill
The book takes place in Laos in the late 1970s, after the Communist takeover. Dr. Siri's joyous, mischievous, and irascible personality, as well as his loyalty to anyone who needs his help, tempters the grimness of the Pathet Lao regime.
162. "Dead Silence" by Randy Wayne White
*No relation to the killer clown movie of the same name, which I also own.
161. "The Sneetches and Other Stories" by Dr Seuss
157-160. Books that shall remain nameless
Unusually, for the "books that shall remain nameless" category, I actually read these in their respective entireties.
Book #1: There's this author I love to hate, and I read his/her work on a semi-regular basis out of sheer masochism or something. I think s/he has intriguing ideas and can occasionally turn an elegant phrase but doesn't manage to deliver cohesive stories, in either novel or short story form. I decided to torture myself with this one in the hope that it would inspire me to write. Not sure that worked.
Book #2: An older work by an author I normally like, but s/he seems to have been at an arrogant point in his/her career, and the book suffers.
Book #3: By a new-to-me author who had received raves from several authors whose work I enjoy. Didn't hate this one, but didn't find any compelling reason to recommend it either.
Book #4: Thought this was going to be a cool horror story about black magic in an isolated place, and it kind of was, but there were a lot of loose ends (probably because it's the first in a series). Writing was overly simplistic, in the way that makes me feel like I'm losing brain cells as I read. But the plot was reasonably compelling.
Book #1: There's this author I love to hate, and I read his/her work on a semi-regular basis out of sheer masochism or something. I think s/he has intriguing ideas and can occasionally turn an elegant phrase but doesn't manage to deliver cohesive stories, in either novel or short story form. I decided to torture myself with this one in the hope that it would inspire me to write. Not sure that worked.
Book #2: An older work by an author I normally like, but s/he seems to have been at an arrogant point in his/her career, and the book suffers.
Book #3: By a new-to-me author who had received raves from several authors whose work I enjoy. Didn't hate this one, but didn't find any compelling reason to recommend it either.
Book #4: Thought this was going to be a cool horror story about black magic in an isolated place, and it kind of was, but there were a lot of loose ends (probably because it's the first in a series). Writing was overly simplistic, in the way that makes me feel like I'm losing brain cells as I read. But the plot was reasonably compelling.
156. "Wormwood" by Poppy Z. Brite
So, as I was driving from Georgia to North Carolina, I decided I needed to reread Wormwood
, Poppy Z. Brite's first short story collection. Most of the stories are set in the rural South, although there are also some New Orleans entries. Brite was between 18 and 24 when he wrote these stories, and that comes through in both positive and negative ways--there's freshness, enthusiasm, and excitement, but also an overly dramatic and adjective-ridden prose (these are faults I still fight, so no harsh criticism here). I first read this collection as a goth graduate student at Penn State, which isn't the South but does have lush vegetation, humidity, and quirky, isolated mountain towns, so I could kind of relate to the world in the stories. I'm not sure I'd ever read the book in its entirety since then. Rereading it was a fun little jaunt into nostalgia and also helped me wrap my head around a few issues in my own writing.
155. "The Member of the Wedding" by Carson McCullers
154. "Mama Makes Up Her Mind" by Bailey White
153. "Bryant and May on the Loose" by Christopher Fowler
One note: For anyone who hasn't read the series, I'd definitely start with the first title, Full Dark House
152. A book that shall not be named
This was a reasonably entertaining book, and I read the whole thing, but it was a tad annoying. It was a detective story published by an evangelical Christian company, and it adhered to the conventions of too much evangelical Christian fiction. By this, I mean that God makes it clear (sometimes through capital letters) how characters are to behave. If the characters do what God tells them, they're blessed; if they don't, then every area of their life starts to fall apart. I heard this formula from many people when I was growing up, and maybe it even works for some of them. But I think creating the expectation that it will work is doing a disservice to God--who after all, as these same evangelical Christians are so eager to tell us, isn't some cosmic fairy godfather--and to the people who read these books and want to believe this. These sorts of narratives, in which everything is neatly wrapped up with a little pink bow by the end, do a disservice to the complexity, ambiguity, and pain of real life.
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