I read this intelligent, suspenseful, and captivating novel a few months ago, and have been trying to figure out how to review it, and do it justice, ever since. I’m still not sure. I loved it, but it was almost, and I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but it really was almost too smart. Too clean. Too perfect. Without reservation, I would recommend it highly to anyone. But it’s intimidating.
Has anyone ever had the following experience? A friend or acquaintance tells you “oh my gosh, you totally remind me of So-and-So (some non-mutual friend or acquiantance that you have never met).” And you are fine with that, whatever. That is, until until you actually meet So-and-So, and realize “oh my gosh, So-and-So is a horrible, horrible person,” whereupon you become totally, totally offended by the comparison (even though, at least on some level, you can kind of see it too).
Sometimes I will read a book and like it so much that I will instantly want to start reading it again the second I am done. This was the case with Stop-Time by Frank Conroy. It seems like I had heard the title of the book a couple of times before, but no one had ever recommended it and I never got around to it. But then I was reading another memoir which praised this one, and I had to pick it up. Continue reading →
Luminarium by Alex Shakar is the most intelligent, thought-provoking work of contemporary fiction I have read in a long, long time. It was not just another book read, but an experience. And it sort of defied genre categorization: kind of like science fiction, but not just. It was set in 2006, around the 5th anniversary of the 9/11 attack in New York. I wouldn’t call it 9/11 literature, though that was mentioned and somewhat woven into certain elements of the storyline Continue reading →