Books 10/31/04

I finished The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler in one sitting. Wow. Wow. Wow. I can never write a high school book now, because he’s done it. He’s captured the randomness, the conflicting sense of knowing everything and being so cool and in control while at the same time feeling completely stupid, helpless, and overwhelmed. He’s got the sick to your stomach feel of knowing that you have to break up with your sweet boyfriend because you really like someone else, and the complete and utter heartbreak of having someone completely wrong for you break up with you. And he’s really got the drag you off your feet, spiraling feeling of being swept along with what your friends are doing. Most people trying to write “peer pressure” get it all wrong, but he writes it with just the right touch.

The Basic Eight is a group of, suprise!, eight hyper cool, yet still realistic high school seniors. They have dinner parties, dress up for school, cut class to go to coffee, are friends with the uber cool French teacher. (The fact that The Basic Eight even exist shows Handler’s understanding of high school life. In the struggle to identify themselves, to set themselves apart, they’ve claimed a name, even if not all of them like it. As a labled group they’ve staked their ground and their affiliation, which impacts how they’re percieved by everyone else in the school.) They navigate their way through the first months of school until one of them commits murder. (I’m not giving anything away, they talk about the murder on the back cover.) The murder, and what happens after it, are as slightly over the top as the rest of the book, but at the same time completely believable.

The book is made up of Flannery’s journal entries she’s edited while in jail. (Guess who committed the murder.) Because of the editing, the entries now consist of what she actually wrote and her additions and alterations as she remembers back over the events. This creates a time warp of memory which, with the naivete of first experience coupled with hindsight, manages to give a pretty complex and complete version of everything that happens. There’s a repetition to some of the entries that is extremely effective: Flannery confronts her want-to-be boyfriend for standing her up and then is satisfied as he makes excuses, and then the scene is repeated with exactly the same dialogue as her actual boyfriend confronts her about standing him up and she makes the same excuses.

As I mentioned in a previous post, Handler also writes the Lemony Snicket books, and I was not disappointed on the cleverness score here. Literary and cultural references abound, as well as his trademark meta-literary touches. In this book, the reoccuring intrusion is a series of vocabulary words and essay questions that pop up every couple chapters. The vocabulary words are amusing both in their oddity and in their foreshadowing; sometimes they are words that actually appeared in the chapters, other times they reference and clarify vague events that come to light later. The essay questions veer from thought provoking to hilarious: “Do you think it was right for Adam to tell Flannery she was fat? Would you tell her she was fat? Is she fat? Be honest.”

There’s a turn at the end of the novel that caught me completely by suprise, and now I have to read the book again with that in mind. I’m not sure that it works, but I’m really not actually sure that it has to. I’m being purposefully vague, obviously, I just had to mention it. So now forget that I did.

Obviously I loved this book. It really gives an honest sense of high school with all its drama (sans murder usually), while neatly skewering the system of adults that judge high school events without understanding. It’s hilarious in parts, heartwrenching in others, and neither end of that spectrum feel forced or extreme. Highest ratings Mr. Handler!

Current Total: 107
Just Finished: The Basic Eight
Next Up: The Basic Eight again, followed by The Three Muskateers by Alexandre Dumas in preparation for The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte

Books 10/30/04

I finshed Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke, and it really was quite good. It went a completely different way than I thought it would, and the way it went was very interesting. It added a depth to the whole book that was very thought provoking. I only had one issue with it, which was a dropped story point which frustrated me. A big deal was made of something, and then when it would have come into play and made a difference in the course of events- no mention of it at all. But it really was a very enjoyable, thoughtprovoking read. The two main characters set up a very interesting dichotomy, one wants to be the only magician in England, the other wants to make magic accessible to everyone. It’s interesting to see what happens to them as people as they try to stick to those tenents. Clarke also creates a very realistic vision of what magic could be used for if it were to exist, and how that would affect the world. I have more thoughts on the book, but I can’t seem to make them come together and play nicely now.

In the middle of reading Strange and Norrell I got a highly anticipated package from Amazon containing my favorite of the Modesty Blaise books, I,Lucifer. Of course, I had to take a break and read it. I’m happy to say, it’s still my favorite. It has laugh out loud funny moments, and it really explores the character of Modesty well.

I also recieved The Castlemaine Murders by Kerry Greenwood, the second in the American releases of the Phryne Fisher books. Like the first, Murder in Montparnasse, this was a fun read, one of those mysteries that you can’t solve until the end because there aren’t enough clues until the end. The characters are getting more fully developed, and I really like them. I can’t wait for the rest of these to be released.

I just finished No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith, and I’m sorry to say I’m a little dissapointed. People have been raving about these books since this first one came out, and I think the ridiculously high praise adversely impacted my reading. Precious Ramotswe, the main character, is not, and never will be, the next Miss Marple. She just isn’t. And that’s fine. I just wish I hadn’t read so many reviews promising that she was. I ended up expecting a completely different kind of book, and thus was not really able to enjoy the book for what it is.

What it is, is a narrative made up of smaller stories, cases that Mma Ramotswe solves through her cleverness and knowledge of human nature. These include checking up on a wayward daughter, a doctor who is acting erratically, a missing husband. They’re simple mysteries, and almost seem like filler for what is quite possibly the main point of the novel, a love letter to Africa. The descriptions of the landscape and life of Botswana are stunning, and the charachters’ pride in their country is palpable. It hints at deeper questions of Americanization and progress, and of what it means to be African.

At this point, I don’t know if I can accurately critique this novel. I think it has faults, but I can’t be certain that I would still percieve them as faults had I gone into the book completely cold. I’ll have to try it again in a little while and see what I think then.

Next up is The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler. I’m excited, because Daniel Handler is also known in some circles as Lemony Snicket, and I’m looking forward to seeing what he does with a “grown up” book. He’s so wickedly funny, hopefully he’s able to let that out full blast here. The actual copy of the book I have is interesting, I found it used on Amazon since it’s out of print, and copies were selling for upwards of $500! (I think because of the Snicket connection. Although why they don’t come out with a softcover I don’t know.) I found a copy for $3.40 in “acceptable” condition. Seeing as “acceptable” condition for me is that all the pages are readable I bought it- and it used to be a library book! I love it! It used to live at the Multnomah County Library in Portland, OR. How cool is that?

In two days I’m starting an insane proposition, to write a 50,000 novel in the month of November. After this much reading hopefully I have something interesting to say, and I’m excited to start. My novel starts in Portland, so getting the library book seems like a good omen. I don’t know how much time I’ll have to read with all the writing that supposed to be going on, so I’m glad I got so far ahead as far as numbers go. But I’m sure I’ll be procrastinating wildly as the month goes on, so expect updates as I go. Wish me luck!

Current Total: 106
Just Finished: The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency
Next Up: The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler

Books 10/22/04

I’m still reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, it’s really very good and I’m really enjoying it. I realized yesterday that I have absolutely no idea where the story is going, which is unusual, a little unsettling, and rather pleasing.
I took a one day break in my reading to read Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. What a great book. The characters are really well formed and unique, and I really liked that the main character wasn’t a good guy. Pratchett manages to allow him to grow as a character while keeping a consistency that makes his actions completely believable. The story is clever, the jokes and references are subtle yet hilarious, I actually laughed out loud a number of times.
I’m halfway through Strange and Norrell, I’ll report back when I’m done.

Current Total: 102
Just Finished: Going Postal by Terry Pratchett
Currently Reading: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Suzanna Clarke

Books 10/14/04

I finished 100 Malicious Little Mysteries, and I enjoyed it as much as the others in the series that I’d read- 100 Vicious Little Vampire Stories, and 100 Wicked Little Witch Stories. If you couldn’t guess, the series is made up of anthologies of short stories- very short, none more than 3 or 4 pages. The stories in Mysteries were great, I only have one matter of contention with the fine folks who edit/publish/pick the names for these books. The stories in this book weren’t really mysteries, they were closer to horror stories in the Twillight Zone theme. I started reading 100 Hair-raising Little Horror Stories immediately after, and those stories were closer to ghost stories- even though there’s a 100 little Ghost story anthology too. So although the titles of the books are cute- not all that accurate guys. Anyway, the compact, complete little worlds these authors managed to covey in so few words is really pretty incredible.
And, with the completion of that book, I have read 100 books this year! And it’s only October! Yeeha!
I didn’t actually keep reading 100 Hair-Raising little Horror Stories, I will come back to it another time. Instead, I dove into The Mammoth Book of Roaring Twenties Whodunnits, a great collection of mostly murder mysteries set, and in some cases written, in the 1920s. Most of the stories were actually pretty sneaky, and those that were pretty obvious as to the murderer were at least glitzy, carefree, and witty. What really impressed me about this anthology however, was that not all of the stories were about the glitz and glamor. A couple dealt with the gritty violent truth of mafia violence, and a couple dealt with the percieved threat of communism. Overall, great stories.
I’m getting ready to start Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke. I’m really excited about it, and really hope that I like it as much as I think I will. It’s quite huge, (782 pages) and I’m really hoping I can just slip into it for a good long time.

Current total: 101
Just finished:The Mammoth Book of Roaring Twenties Whodunnits ed. by Mike Ashley
Next Up: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke

Books 10/4/04

I finished Alexander McNall Smith’s mystery novel The Sunday Philosophy Club, and I have mixed feelings. It’s not what I was expecting, it was a lot more philosophy than I was expecting (although there was a mystery at it’s core), and there was no club, or at least, the club never met in the course of the book.
The main character, Isabel, is the editor of a philosophy journal, and as the events of the book proceed she ponders different moral dilemmas with varying levels of success. The ponderings were interesting, as was the mystery surrounding a young man falling to his death from the balcony of an opera house, there just seemed to be something that didn’t ring quite true.
Maybe the problem is that I’m not a philosopher, and it doesn’t seem quite accurate that someone would be pondering such deep thoughts so many times throughout their day. If she was discussing these quandries with other people it would make more sense. This ties in with my difficulties with the title of the book; Isabel is part of a club called the Sunday Philosophy Club, but they never seem to meet because the members are all too busy on Sundays. Isabel seems to be the only one upset by this- which I suppose makes sense, if she can fit philosophical ponderings into her everyday busy life, then why not on Sundays? I guess she just came across as slightly snobby and removed to me, and not completely buyable. Maybe Isabel just wasn’t the dectective to read after Phryne from Murder in Montparnasse.

I also just read Carnet de Voyage by Craig Thompson. I’m not counting it toward my total as I’m only counting prose rather than graphic novels, but I loved it so much that I have to write about it here.
Carnet de Voyage is a travel journal that Thompson created during his trip to Europe to promote his graphic novel Blankets (one of my favorite books-prose or graphic novel- of all time). In it he expresses the wonder, joy, frustration, and pain that he experienced as a visitor in various countries. I read a review of this book that expressed the opinion that he whined too much, but I simply can’t agree with that. Although he expresses suffering within the pages of this journal, both emotional and phyisical, the illustrations reveal that this could never be the journal of a pessimist. They are beautiful; intricate yet simple, perceptive and penetrating. Each person and place he draws is imbued with a grace that indicates that he has seen them as they are, and that what they are is beautiful. A pessimist’s drawings could be as physically accurate, but they would be darker, not so full of hope and wonder.
I’ve been studying and pondering about charity lately, and it seems to me that this is what I see in his drawings- not just a willingness to give people the benefit of the doubt, but an ingrained tendency to do so. A way of looking at people that assumes the best of them, that sees their inner light even when they may not be going out of their way to show it.
The honesty in his journal makes it more accesible; as I read I identified with his feelings of loneliness in traveling alone, stories of extroverted “brave” travellers just make me feel bad that I’m not that way. And his complaints are real complaints- the physical pain in his hands from drawing, the emotional pain of being far from a ill loved one. The journal is far from a litany of complaints however, in it he captures the joy inherent in playing with children, meeting good people, seeing beautiful sights. He expresses, without struggling for words, the subtle thrill of transitioning from being a stranger in a new place to feeling at home in the world. And that is what I love about this book, that by the end of his journey I can see the beauty of the world, and feel at home.

Current Total: 99
Just Finished: The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith
Currently Reading: 100 Malicious Little Mysteries ed. by Asimov, Greenberg, Olander

Books 10/3/04

I’m halfway through Hippolyte’s Island, and have been completely distracted by incoming Amazon orders. I couldn’t resist starting Murder in Montparnasse by Kerry Greenwood right away, what with the flapper girl drawn in art deco style on the cover. Apparently Greenwood has written a number of books with this main character, Phryne Fisher, and I’m going to have to hunt now to find them all. The novel is set in 1920′s Australia, and is quite excellent. There are a plethora of characters, a few that are refered to in a way that gives the impression that they came into play more in previous books. There end up being a number of mysteries afoot, all of which are brought to very satisfactory conclusions by the end of the novel.
Now I’m reading The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith, another mystery. The tone is quite different and I’m not completly won over yet. We shall see.

Current Total:98
Just Finished: Murder in Montparnasse by Kerry Greenwood
Currently reading: The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith