School starts tomorrow. I am both ready and not ready. Anyway, I’ve been reading a lot this vacation, but don’t have time to do full reviews of each, so here’s a quick round-up!
House of Sand and Fog
: Most people read this back when it was an Oprah book, but I prefer waiting till the hype subsides so that I can experience the book on my own (plus my friend Karen had a spare copy!). This was a very well-crafted book, but so bleak and gut-wrenching that I don’t think I’ll be rereading it. It’s one of those stories where several characters are introduced (an Iranian colonel, now living in the States with his wife and two children, an addict recently evicted from her house, and an adulterous deputy sheriff), their lives begin to intersect, and then the whole train starts to hurtle towards the inevitable devastation. Kept me guessing, but such a miserable ending.
Gentlemen of the Road: A Tale of Adventure
: I don’t know why I try to resist Michael Chabon anymore– his dazzling way with language engages me instantly, no matter the subject, and this swashbuckler was no different. The original title was Jews with Swords, and that’s exactly what the book is, cutting its way through swaths of Mediterranean landscapes with his trademark syntactical acrobatics.
Ordinary Love and Good Will
: Two novellas by one of my favorite authors, Jane Smiley, who is once again quietly brilliant in these evocative portraits of everyday families, conflicts and secrets.
Home: A Novel
: Robinson’s Housekeeping and Gilead are two of my favorite books ever, so I had hopes for this one, even purchasing it in hardback. Unfortunately, I was somewhat disappointed– I think on a stylistic level, it’s just as good as her others, but plot-wise, and interms of character development, it just didn’t resonate with me the way her others did. It was also yet another book I read over this vacation that had an atmosphere of sorrow, which is sometimes fine, but I wasn’t quite in the mood for so much sorrow. I think I’ll reread this again in the future to see if the mood shifts.
The Road
: I rarely give up on books without finishing them, but even I have limits, and after 100 pages of this one, I just couldn’t keep going. I’ve read a few post-apocalyptic books before (notably The Stand: Expanded Edition: For the First Time Complete and Uncut
) but am usually not drawn to the genre, in books or films. If I had read more reviews before I bought the book, I would have realized that. Second strike against it was the tone of unrelenting grimness and desolation that only got worse once the cannibals showed up, but was already bad because I have such low tolerance for seeing kids in misery anymore, even fictional ones. The third strike came when McCarthy used the phrase “they stepped out into the autistic dark.” Sorry, but no thanks.
Finally, my husband and I went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which I found underwhelming. I’m okay with the fact that the Fitzgerald short story and the movie bear little resemblance to each other, but the framing device felt contrived and tying the plot to Hurricane Katrina felt superfluous and gratuitous at the same time. Cate Blanchett was beautiful and compelling, as always, and Brad Pitt emoted well through layers of aging make-up, but overall, no one’s best work.
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