Over the past year, Speedboat kept coming up over and over, referenced in essays and other books, recommended by friends. While it’s called a novel, it’s so fragmented that any disconnected arcs are hard to link in any meaningful way. I found it pleasurable to read, despite the challenge of it. By the end I found some sense of cohesiveness, though not in any traditional sense; it might have been more that I ﬁnally stopped resisting any attempt to ﬁnd hidden threads that exposed the logic under these groupings of seemingly mundane anecdotes. It’s similar to Kathleen Stewart’s Ordinary Aﬀects, but probably more jarring in its disjointedness.
The wallﬂower sat reading in the Paris restaurant. There used to be...more
I might have skipped this Murakami novel, underwhelmed by the past few, but then Patti Smith reviewed it for The New York Times, sparking some interest with this description:
This is a book for both the new and experienced reader. It has a strange casualness, as if it unfolded as Murakami wrote it; at times, it seems like a prequel to a whole other narrative. The feel is uneven, the dialogue somewhat stilted, either by design or ﬂawed in translation. Yet there are moments of epiphany gracefully expressed, especially in regard to how people aﬀect one another. “One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone,” Tsukuru comes to understand. “They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds....more
In the realm of novels by Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays seems to be the crowd favorite, but after reading that one I didn’t feel incredibly compelled to read another of hers. I suppose I needed one to appear at the right time, and so it did when I was buying some books for vacation and found a remaindered import of this one. It’s a cleanly honed story, narrated by an American expatriate living in the ﬁctional Central American country. While this character is interesting enough in her own right, her focus is bearing witness to another norteamericana who found her way to Boca Grande. Within the ﬁrst few paragraphs she summarizes:
Here is what happened: she...more
I’ve read so many of Alice Munro’s stories, some of which were pre-booklog and some that I didn’t bother to write up at the time. This collection feels like a particularly strong batch of stories, if a bit more vicious overall, compared to other collections — so much death and injury!
The highlight is deﬁnitely the story that won the title, “Too Much Happiness,” which is about the Russian mathematician Sophia Kovalevsky. Munro explains in the acknowledgments that she discovered Sophia while researching something else and then commenced reading everything she could ﬁnd about her — in particular she notes that Little Sparrow “enthralled [her] beyond all others.”
The story recounts the last days of Sophia’s life, with a few earlier...more
Juan Gabriel Vásquez
Jolted by memories triggered by an escaped hippopotamus from the abandoned zoo that was once owned by the drug lord Pablo Escobar, a man recollects on a series of events that altered his life to such a traumatic degree that he struggled to cope years later. Though the story is focused on this law professor named Antonio who unwittingly started a friendship with an older man while playing billiards in the afternoon after his lectures, it shows how the drug wars, especially in the early years of the 1980s, aﬀected people in Colombia, even those not directly tied to the drug trade. Antonio’s hesitant friendship with Laverde eventually lead to him being beside him when gun toting motorcyclists shot him...more
Earlier this year, I stacked my library holds with popular books from 2013, but I was a bit hesitant to add The Luminaries. I have a pretty narrow threshold for historical ﬁction, yet clearly people loved it. With Eleanor Catton being the youngest winner of the Man Booker Prize, ultimately my curiosity won out. Though when I ﬁnally waited my way to the top of the hold list, the book’s second distinction as Booker winner suddenly loomed and heavily, as it’s also the longest book to win so far. It wasn’t too ago that I breezed through The Goldﬁnch, and within the shadow of that memory, the ﬁrst twenty pages felt like a literary eternity. But I gave it...more
I think what I love about Lydia Davis is how she ﬁnds signiﬁcance and narrative in the banalities of the every day. I know most people consider recounting dreams to be one of the most socially unacceptable things you can do, perhaps just below subway grooming, but rarely do I dislike a dream story. Whether or not you try to ﬁnd the subconscious logic in it, the underlying humor of dream narratives are endlessly entertaining. Hence it follows that my favorite parts in this collection are the dream stories, some of which are hers and some those of family and friends.
We are about to buy a new piano. Our old upright has a crack all the
This slim novel could easily be read in a day, but I happened to read part of it on a Saturday and the rest on a Sunday morning, when I woke up far earlier than usual. It was the perfect thing for a quiet morning, the sky still lightening to day. While I’m sure some people would try to call this a lyric essay, as championed in Reality Hunger, Jenny Oﬃll isn’t a fan of the term, which she talks about in her interview on The Bat Segundo Show. Unlike The Self Unstable, this has a stronger narrative while still reading a lot like poetry. Oﬃll mentions in that interview how she probably reads more poetry than...more
I’ve been under this misguided impression that I’ve read a few things by Lorrie Moore when actually I have read just one novel, a long time ago, during such a hectic period that even my notes conjure up very little to remember it now. While these stories circle around themes of disappointment and regret, there’s still a wry humor and playfulness with language. I like how David Gates put it in his New York Times review:
Her characters banter and wisecrack their way through their largely mirthless lives in screwball-comedy style but for them it’s a compulsive tic whose aim is sometimes self-protection (utterance that warns others oﬀ and forms a protective shell) and sometimes just to ﬁll...more
The Goldﬁnch has become one of the most talked-about novels I can recall in recent years, especially now, coming oﬀ its Pulitzer win. It’s the most successful, post-9/11 ﬁction where an actual experience of terrorism is portrayed that I’ve read — though since the book suggests that its bombing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art replaces 9/11 as the major event in NYC (I can’t recall any mention of the WTC), this gives room for an exploration of the notion of such trauma without treading on the inviolable ground of real-life events.
Most reviews I read made Dickensian comparisons, perhaps with a garnish of Salinger, which rings true. The Goldﬁnch is seriously epic, but the hundreds (and hundreds) of pages...more