Bare bones on the details, NYT, but still, news that made my week! YAY!
This book is a polemic against Mother Theresa and makes big, but interesting claims.
I went into this with high expectations that weren’t quite satisfied. (I’m sure Hitch would have had some sort of funny quip about sex in response.) This book was a long essay, and I think it could have been more powerful shorter. As it was, the length made it feel un-credible, not incredible. It felt like he was stretching out a long-form journalism piece, not going into more depth. And while some parts were really interesting, particlurly anything relating to Mother Theresa’s financials and debunking the legend surrounding her alleged “miracle,” I just felt that Hitchens didn’t do enough hard-hitting, or digging, and the book fell short.
It is my fervent belief that this book should be required reading in every high school in America. It’s that good, so good that I think if every high schooler read it, this country would be better, filled with more emotionally developed people, maybe filled with people who are more understanding and empathetic.
This book is devastating. It’s not a feel-good book, and actually this book completely wrecked me for the week after I read it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, it was so completely powerful, compelling, intense, every word that means anything that reminds you of getting yelled at when you were a kid, or maybe the first time you read Of Mice and Men. I cried then and I cried the night I finished this book, both nights feeling completely at the mercy of an author. That’s what Random Family does, it brings you to the emotional state of a 9-year-old that just finished Of Mice and Men. What is Random Family about? It’s about a family in the Bronx, and their lives. That is all.
Adrian Nicole LeBlanc’s book is every cliche people say about a good book. But most importantly, it did what David Simon tried to do in writing The Wire, it slowly creates a city, moving backwards from a single point. LeBlanc immerses herself in the Bronx, in this family, and less wouldn’t have been enough to result in this book. At times, I wondered how she could possibility be so close to her subjects without involving herself in their lives, how she had the strength to observe so faithfully. Her act of journalism is truly staggering when thought about this way, which is one of the reasons I was crying and something I still can’t stop thinking about. Even though she didn’t insert herself into the story at all, her strength, observation, and insight are what remain with me after the incredible story she’s relayed has ended.
(Adrian Nicole Leblanc is a MacArthur fellow, and is currently working on a project about comedians in New York.)
Happy 50th Birthday to A WRINKLE IN TIME, first published in 1962 and written by Madeleine L’Engle. The first in an engrossing, imaginative, wonderful series that is still making readers think!
Roberto Bolano, The Savage Detectives
So I started The Savage Detectives yesterday and of course already love it, and I hate to be that lame as to already be quoting it (from the 6th page and I’m only 49 pages in) when I could be using this time to read it, but, come on! This quote might be the best thing a guy character has said/thought in a book, ever.
Just about when the title of the book is explained, I started to love Motherless Brooklyn. That’s when I saw the tenderness and humanity in it, the little gem of something shining through the prose. Somehow, I assume that Lethem loved this book the same way as he was writing it, an expansion as he got to know his characters better, as they lived and did in his own neighborhood; his neighborhood sketched, then inked, then painted, and then photographed on the pages.
The driving force behind Motherless Brooklyn is a a kind of quest, even though at first it seems like Lionel’s Tourette’s Syndrome. It takes such a front seat in the beginning pages but is soon second nature, the spastic prose becomes normal and the calmness of the surrounding characters becomes unusual, especially since their normalcy becomes associated with a kind of heartlessness, an apathy that in juxtaposition to Lionel’s outbursts and warmth seems cold, evil, and strange. This warmth that emanates from Lionel almost infects the reader, we hope and yearn for him to find love, to find comfort, to be accepted. We don’t only cheer Lionel on when we read Motherless Brooklyn, we feel empathy for him, we imagine his life and hope it can be better.
When I look out my window, I see the street where the action unfolds. When I get off the train after work, I’m walking on the streets Lionel Essrog stalks. And yet, Lethem was able to make them a little more real to me. He wrote about things I actually see every day, places and people he saw too, and through his writing, I see them better. I like that. It’s rare you get the chance to read about a place you live in or love from an author’s point of view, but Lethem’s Court Street is no shade, is no disappointment.
I’m trying to think of an un-offensive way to write that She Came to Stay was like Hemmingway at his best but if he was a woman. It was set in Paris, and about the peaceful love between two that turns into self-doubt in one. We usually only get this story from a male perspective, Hemmingway’s, but in She Came to Stay we see the woman’s side. The love between Francoise and Pierre is threatened by the introduction of Xaviere, as Francoise is slowly consumed by self-doubt and Pierre by disgust for Xaviere’s selfishness and jealousy. The triangle of humanity seems to feed all three corners with something that enables them to act like the worst versions of themselves. De Beauvoir succeeded in creating one of the most complex, skittish, odd, and sullen characters in literature in Xaviere. Xaviere is the bad blood in the triangle, and when Pierre leaves for the front, Francoise must deal with Xaviere’s evil nature and her own creeping doubt.
There are those of us who have taken our love of reading to a weird level: we read for a living. It’s not easy to get a job like this, there are lot of people who would give up their dignity to work someplace “glamourous” where they can get paid to “read” books. Some of us are lucky, and have achieved this glorious dream. After working at some crappy internships, then some better ones, and after surviving the publishing bootcamp known as “The Columbia Publishing Course” I got the call. I work for a literary agent and love my job. My workload consists of 90% not reading. But the 10% of reading-related work is exciting, and awesome, and like I said, I love my job.
But reading The Passage was a singular experience for me. I read it for work, an issue of familiarity. I probably never would have picked this book up otherwise. I’m just not a long vampire saga type of girl, nothing wrong with that. I actually procrastinated reading The Passage for this reason, I am among the last at my agency to have read it, and I was feeling a little out of the loop at the water cooler, so to speak. I had a long trip, with flights and a long layover, so I brought The Passage with me. And no joke, this book saved my life during the six hours I spent at the Frankfurt airport, since I probably would have fallen asleep and been robbed/quietly murdered or just missed my flight if I hadn’t had this addictive story with me.
The Passage, as established above, is unlike the books I normally pick up, which is exactly why it is perfect “work reading.” Work reading can be educational, it can be tedious, it can be terrible. The Passage was indeed educational, it taught me a lot about thrillers. But unlike some of the manuscripts I’ve been tasked with during my work as a reader, The Passage was incredible. Reading it was like reading a book of instructions for things you should look for in a manuscript, and as someone who is doing the looking I greatly appreciated the quasi-tutorial. Justin Cronin’s intricate plot, detailed and developed characters, and sense of place combine to create a mammoth thriller; at 800 or so pages I even closed the book wanting more. It was fun to isolate the reasons why this books works, to recognize the potential of the book after the fact. I tried to put myself in the mindset of not knowing the success of The Passage, seeing it from a slush pile perspective. And I was immediately swept-away by the story, the writing. A chapter in and I knew I would have called this guy up after a hours of night-blind reading.
Criticizing something good is harder than expressing why something is bad. One of the reasons I started this blog was to improve my skills and writing about why I liked a book. Writing about The Passage is actually hard, an unintelligent “IT’S AWESOME” doesn’t suffice. You can’t gush about something without a reason to, and the things I read that are middle of the road, even in my personal reading, are the most difficult for me. When there’s something to like, but not overwhelmingly, I sit and think over the blank screen, “How do I decide to like or dislike this book?” The Passage taught me how to see this more clearly in books that I’m less expert on, thrillers and commercial fiction in general. It feels good to take those lessons and apply them.
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