Just wanted to give a quick shout out to Mark Ferguson’s debut novel, Lost Boys Symphony. I loved it, read it at a break-neck pace, could not put it down. It would be difficult to review in any detail without some serious spoilers. The writing itself is very good. It involves time travel, which is one of my favorite artistic devices/concepts. He goes into greater depth in terms of addressing how time travel and varying versions of reality would impact thought and memory.
“Humankind cannot bear too much reality.” T.S. Eliot.
Based on the title alone, I had been wanting to read this book for quite some time. And the subtitle, “A Lively and Entertaining Guide to Reading Between the Lines” only further piqued my interest. Having finished the book, I find the title to be more accurate than the subtitle; this certainly seemed like a guide to how many professors dissect literature, for better or worse. But as to “lively and entertaining,” while it may be the most lively and entertaining guide of its kind, I’m not sure that’s saying much. Continue reading →
If I had a time machine, the first thing I would do is go back to New York City circa 1930 and kidnap Dorothy Parker. I would force her to tell me stories. Ask her for fashion advice. Writing advice. Definitely ask for advice about women. And we would absolutely, absolutely paint the town. I can’t imagine anything more fun. Continue reading →
Not liking Eleanor & Park feels a little bit like kicking a puppy. And yet…
Okay, I need to just stop reading YA. That’s a big part of my problem. There is nothing in the genre for me. It’s too cheesy, too angsty, too dumbed down. No offense to anyone writing the stuff. I’m just not a teenager, and I’m not intimidated by books with polysyllabic content, and I don’t feel like reading anything that sounds like an extended IM Facebook exchange. Continue reading →
One of my greatest personal fascinations is the concept of perspective. Personal perspective. Perception. The way we view the world, and ourselves in it. Point of view. And how the overlapping perceptions of and with others influence that perception. I think that’s why I was destined to love The Visible Man by Chuck Klosterman.
When I got home last night, there was a finance book in my house. A finance book!!! In my house!!! As you may know, I find these books terrifying, and want nothing to do with them. Needless to say, it wasn’t there because I put it there. Though I love books generally, I think finance books are (1) insanely boring, and (2) a freaking joke. But not everybody feels that way. And so they keep appearing.
Everything I was reading was feeling the same. Sounding the same. And (I feared) making me WAY TOO serious. Wanting a purely fantastic, purely fictional escape, I asked a friend what she would do. And she suggested A DirtyJob by Christopher Moore. Continue reading →
In another blog I follow, they were discussing favorite authors, and somebody mentioned Joyce Carol Oates. I have read some of the anthologies that she has compiled, but had never read anything actually written by her (which I know is hard to do, given how many books she has written and how much I like reading; but there you have it). She seems to be one of those polarizing authors who people either really love or really hate. Ever the curious reader, I wanted to see for myself. Continue reading →
Has anyone read these Diary of a Wimpy Kid books by Jeff Kinney? If not, you should. They are HILARIOUS! I know, I’m as shocked as any of you, but it’s true. And they are written well, too. I mean, aimed at a much younger audience, but still appreciably funny for an adult reader, especially (but not exclusively) if you have kids. Continue reading →