Train Dreams: Audiobook Preview

Exclusive! (And by exclusive I mean that you would have to actively look to find this someplace else.) After reading Shaft’s review of Denis Johnson’s Train Dreams, the publisher of the audiobook version sent along this preview clip. Check it out for yourself.

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This just in

Last week, while the weather was still nice here in Atlanta, I took a walk during my lunch break. I made my way over to Woodruff Park and found a table to read in the sun for a while. It was only on my way back to the office that I noticed that I had wondered into Woodruff Park’s Outdoor Reading Room.

There are carrels with books and magazines for borrowing/browsing, nice Woodruff Park branded umbrellas, etc.  When did this happen?  The Downtown Atlanta Improvement District has the scoop on this wonderful new addition:

The Woodruff Park Reading Room is an open-air reading room in northern portion of Woodruff Park. In partnership with the Atlanta-Fulton Public Library, carts are stocked with a selection of books, periodicals and newspapers, with readings and programs at lunchtime. Movable furniture creates an intimate environment. The programming, publications, and environment of the Reading Room are available to everyone for free, without any need of cards or identification.

See the link above for info on donating books.  This is completely awesome and I had no idea it was there, despite working just a few blocks away.  It appears that I’ll have to wait a while for lunch time weather to improve to visit again.

Train Dreams

I read a couple of shout-outs to Denis Johnson’s novella Train Dreams and was immediately intrigued.  Described as [paraphrasing here] an epic novel squeezed into a novella, with sprawling descriptions of the great Pacific Northwest and one man’s life among the loggers in the early twentieth century, etc., it sounded positively grand (and perhaps even Steinbeck-esque).  And as I began reading, Johnson’s style of prose instantly reminded me of Tony Earley, of whom I’m a huge fan, and whose Jim the Boy and The Blue Star are some of my favorite books.

However, not too long into the book, I realized a significant difference between Earley and Johnson — namely, that Earley’s storytelling grips you and brings you into the protagonist’s world in a way that creates a meaningful connection that moves you and leaves you desperately rooting for his success.  However, Johnson’s approach with his main character, Robert Grainier, is so distant and unemotional that I was dragged along wondering where I was going and why I was going there.  As Grainier returns home to find that his entire town had been burned to ash and his wife and daughter were nowhere to be found, the only tug at my heartstrings that I felt was due solely to my role as a husband and father, and can’t be attributed to Johnson’s description of the scene.  Grainier is a loner, and it’s almost like Johnson makes a conscious decision to distance him from the reader.

Johnson’s prose is truly beautiful, but the lack of any connection to his character left me disappointed; this is exacerbated by the lack of any real arc to the story of Grainier’s life.  It’s a sad, lonely tale, and the inability to feel any empathy for Granier or to believe that Granier sees any meaning in his life makes it a cold read.  This book is a quick read, and perhaps a second read (or another set of eyes) might surface more than I could get out of it.

 

Nicole’s picks for 2011

Before 2012 officially starts (since today doesn’t count as it is still a federal holiday), I figured I would at least make one contribution to BGB since I fell off the face of this blog this year. And not only did I barely post (if at all), my reading significantly slowed down. Compared to our esteemed blogger, Tim, I only read about half the books that he did and almost half of what I read in 2010 – ugh.

2012 New Year’s Resolution – Read more and Relax (by reading more)!!!

Here are my top five 2011 books in no particular order but with non-fiction slightly edging out fiction:

My Korean Deli: Risking It All For A Convenience Store by Ben Ryder Howe.  A hilarious story of a young editor at the Paris Review who buys a Korean deli in Brooklyn with his wife and mother-in-law.  It’s a great tale of entrepeneurship, family and cultural differences.

In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror and an American Family in Hitler’s Berlin by Erik Larson.  Written by the author of Devil in the White City, one of my all-time favorite books, this story recounts the time period when William Dodd, a college professor, became the US Ambassador to Berlin right before Hitler came to power.  This time period is fascinating and you realize how easily world events could have been completely changed.

Destiny of the Republic: A tale of Madness, Medicine and the Murder of a President by Candice Millard.  I loved this book because it was filled with interesting facts and stories from turn of the century America.  Not only did I learn a a lot about Pres Garfield who I knew nothing about, but I also learned much more than my Encyclopedia Brittanica education about Alexander Graham Bell and the evolution of medicine in this country.

What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty.  A novel about a woman who after waking up from an accident in her gym thinks that she is newly married, pregnant with her first child and madly in love with her husband instead of 39 yrs old with three kids and in the middle of a bad divorce.  A great vacation read.

The Paris Wife by Paula Mclain.  I loved this year’s movie, Midnight in Paris, and this could have been the companion read to the movie.  Set in jazz-age Paris, this book tells the tumultous love story of Ernest Hemingway and his first wife, Hadley.  Filled with memorable characters such as the Fitzgerald’s and Gertrude Stein, this story made me wish that I could go back in time (like Owen Wilson).

 

Looking back to kick off 2012

I thought it would be interesting to have a little personal accountability on the blog to kick off the new year – a reckoning. To start things off, I stole the approach used each year by Jessamyn West at Librarian.net. Here’s how it shakes out by the numbers:

number of books read in 2011: 48
number of books read in 2010: 43
number of books read in 2009: 50
number of books read in 2008: 68
number of books read in 2007: 50
number of books read in 2006: 40
number of books read in 2005: 47

Stats for 2011:

percentage by male authors: 75
percentage by female authors: 25
fiction as percentage of total: 86
non-fiction as percentage of total: 14

My personal reading resolutions for 2011 were to read: “…more books by female authors, more non-fiction, more books by foreign authors and/or translated works, more graphic novels, more classics, more books from small presses and “indie” authors, and more books that challenge and broaden my comfort zone.”  Let’s break it down to see how I did:

More books by female authors:  As pitiful as that 25% is, I actually read more books by female  authors this year as I have in any year since I started tracking my books read.  Success?  Room for improvement in 2012.

More non-fiction:  Clearly my reading trends very heavily towards fiction.  I enjoyed the non-fiction that I read, there is more work to be done in this area if I am serious about this goal.  Which I think that I am.  Fail.

More foreign authors/works in translation: Discounting British authors and Téa Obreht, um, that left me with two authors whose works had to be translated into English, Roberto Bolaño and Johan Harstad.  Fail.

More graphic novels:  Four graphic novels.  That’s about typical for me.  Fail.

More classics: I finished Moby Dick.  That should count twice, right?  Fail.

More books by indie presses and authors:  Eight books qualify if I don’t count the comics.  16%.  Three of those were by people who I know personally.  Hey. it’s a higher percentage than my non-fiction on the year.   I’m going to call this one a qualified success.  But barely.

More books that challenge and broaden my comfort zone: Given the above, I’m going to call this one a failure.  Clearly, I was reading almost entirely within my comfort zone.

My 2012 resolutions?  I think I can stick with the 2011 goals and try a little harder.  What are your reading resolutions for 2012?

Anne’s Favorites of 2011

2011 felt like a slacker reading year for me.  But after reviewing my list of reviews of the past year, I’m happy to report that my top five are books that made such an impact on me that I have recommended them over and over to fellow readers.  In fact, all of the following titles (in absolutely no particular order) are now on my list of Favorite Books of All Time.

Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly was my entrance into the Young Adult genre (after other failed attempts of Twilight and Harry Potter).  Ms. Donnelly’s vivid and realistic picture of life during the French Revolution helped me sort out some facts while transporting me to another era. (my review)

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot is the unbelievable story behind the HeLa cells which became some of the most important tools in medicine.  I couldn’t put this one down. (my review)

Girls on the Edge by Dr. Leonard Sax gives us some disturbing insight into what issues currently face young girls of today.  Although I didn’t review this one, I was mesmorised by Dr. Sax’s extensive research on the problems for girls: from mean girl issues to Facebook to environmental chemicals that could be detrimental to their growth.  As the mother of a daughter, I read it in a couple of hours.  Technology is new to most of us parents, Dr. Sax reminds us that we’re the parents, and just because it’s new doesn’t make it ok all of the time.

Unbroken by Laura Hildebrand is the unforgettable story of Louis Zamperini, Olympic Athlete turned extraordinary POW survivor.  He is an inspiration for us all!  (my review)

Matterhorn by Karl Marlantes is fiction, but may as well be non-fiction.  I can only imagine that Mr. Marlantes, having served in the Vietnam War, came extremely close to experiencing the horrors described in this story.  A book about war that I never thought I would have picked up and am so glad I did. (my review)

My favorites of 2011

Yikes! This year is drawing to a close way too quickly. I guess it’s time to get my year-end favorites posted.  Here are my top 10 favorite reads of 2011 by category:

Ten Thousand Saints by Eleanor Henderson is my overall favorite read of 2011.  From my review: “Ten Thousand Saints has been called this year’s A Visit from the Goon Squad.  While both deal with some of the harsh realities of the music business, I think that Ten Thousand Saints is clearly the better book.  Saints is cohesive, where Goon Squad is disjointed. More importantly, Ten Thousand Saints is a novel with heart.  I loved it.”

My favorite came-from-nowhere read of 2011 is  Buzz Aldrin, What Happened to You in All the Confusion by Johan Harstad. From my review: “This is an amazing first novel that rarely takes you where you think it is going to go.  It’s an inventive narrative that repeatedly surprises the reader.  I will read anything by Johan Harstad that is translated into English.”

Lev Grossman’s The Magician King is my favorite sequel that was in many ways better than the original.  From my review: “The Magician King is an excellent novel that works on many levels.  It’s an homage to classic fantasy novels,  it’s top shelf social commentary, and, most importantly, it’s a ripping good story.”

My favorite non-fiction science meets art book that actually came out at the very end of 2010 is  Radioactive: Marie and Pierre Curie – A Tale of Love and Fallout by Lauren Redniss.  From my review:  ”For a book about the work of two famed scientists, it is Redniss’s non-scientific approach to telling the story that really drives her themes home and gives the book depth, warmth, and humanity.  One of the great things about this strange and wonderful book is that it firmly affirms the role of the book as a story-telling medium.”

My favorite in the why did it take so long to get around to reading this book is Chad Harbach’s The Art of Fielding. From my review: “Any book that is not only a cracking read in its own right but sets the reader off on a journey of additional reading is about as good as it gets.”

My favorite book by an author that is most likely to be asked for her ID at the bar is Téa Obreht’s debut novel The Tiger’s Wife.  From my review: “Stories and fables, Obreht seems to suggest, are essential not just for understanding, but also for survival.  This is a fantastic novel.  Obreht is very deserving of all the pre-publication hype, and I can’t wait to see what she does next.”

The novel that was the most fun to read this year was easily Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One.  From my review:  ”Ready Player One is a retro-future-techno-thriller and is way more fun a read than I would have thought.  If you’re the kind of person who appreciates the joke when someone says, “Answer the question, Claire” and isn’t talking to anyone named Claire, then run don’t walk to pick this one up.  Dorks, dweebs, nerds, and other misfits of a certain age will also love it.”

My favorite big sprawling novel that weaves storylines of the old west and modern-day life is Jonathan Evison’s West of Here. From my review: “Like its setting, West of Here gives its characters room to spread out and breath.  The epic scope is ambitious, but the skilled story teller never loses his way.  Port Bonita’s transformation from a lush idyll to a strip mall anytown is heartbreaking, but the removal of its dam holds the promise of the return of the town’s former glory and new beginning for its residents.”

My favorite read about fake indians is Karen Russell’s Swamplandia! From my review: “Swamplandia! is a disarmingly charming novel that packs a big punch.”

My favorite literary mystery/antarctic thriller/art scene satire that doubles as scathing social commentary is Mat Johnson’s Pym.  From my review: “Johnson’s sharp wit, ironic distancing, and gripping story help to soften the blows of what is  a serious and deeply biting satire of racial conflict and self-identity in quote unquote post-racial America.”

Friday Links

Is Slate’s good-riddance-to-indie bookstores columnist really a moron?  (I referred to him last week as an “assclown”.) Hey, it’s a valid question.  The Christian Science Monitor has your answer.

Oh, wait.  Here’s Assclown’s backpedaling article.

A round-up of indie bookstores on Twitter

Most over-rated books of 2011

Still shopping for the readers on your list.  Here are some offbeat gifts that may save the day.

Woody Guthrie’s New Year’s Resolutions from 1942 are a hoot

Flavorwire dreams up a literary mixtape for Mowgli

B&N convincingly lists the five worst novels of 2011

It practically sells itself!:  An epistolary shower curtain from Dave Eggers at Cool Hunting

Didn’t see this coming: GOP candidates read wacky books

Alternate history: What if Hergé (Tintin) wrote the X-Men

Ready Player One

I was working on my year end favorite reads list, and I realized that I had yet to review the most fun novel that I had read all year.  So let’s take a step back from the list for now, and let me tell you about the amazingness that is Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One.

Ready Player One takes place in the 2040′s.   Things are not so great on planet Earth.  All the bad things that they warned us would happen if we didn’t get our act together have come to pass.  A teenage boy named Wade, living on the outskirts of Oklahoma City in a trailer park (these are stacked vertically to fit more people), is so miserable that he spends almost all of his waking hours hiding in an abandoned car to access a virtual world called the OASIS.  In the massive online universe, Wade is able to find some solace. For example, attending school is far less dangerous in the OASIS:

On my first day at OPS #1873, I thought that I’d died and gone to heaven. Now instead of running a gauntlet of bullies and drug addicts on my walk to school each morning, I went straight to my hideout, and stayed there all day.  Best of all, in the OASIS, no one could tell that I was fat, that I had acne, or that I wore the same shabby clothes every week.  Bullies couldn’t pelt me with spitballs, give me atomic wedgies, or pummel me by the bike rack after school.  No one could touch me.  In here, I was safe.

A ripple runs through the OASIS when the world’s creator, a beloved Steve Jobs-type character, dies.   He wills his fortune to whomever of the world’s inhabitants can locate three keys/unlock three doors.  The clues to the keys/doors are steeped in 80′s geek and popular culture, as the OASIS’s founder was a child and fan of the 1980′s.  Wade who had wasted hours of his life studying, say, old episodes of Family Ties, suddenly finds himself well-positioned for a shot at improving his station in life.  The hunt is on.

Of course, the question of who to trust in a world where everyone chooses their own names and appearances can be tricky.  Wade eventually falls in with a small group that, although not working necessarily together, covers each other’s backs.  The bad guys in the hunt for the fortune are an evil corporation that want to take over the ownership of the OASIS and monetize everything in it.  This would certainly place sad sacks like Wade out of the OASIS forever.

Ready Player One is a retro-future-techno-thriller and is way more fun a read than I would have thought.  If you’re the kind of person who appreciates the joke when someone says, “Answer the question, Claire” and isn’t talking to anyone named Claire, then run don’t walk to pick this one up.  Dorks, dweebs, nerds, and other misfits of a certain age will also love it.

The Whore of Akron

The Whore of Akron, by Scott Raab, is not for everybody.  Not because it’s not interesting or written well enough, but because the topics covered here won’t necessarily resonate with anyone who hasn’t suffered through the historically unfulfilled and unlucky life of a Cleveland sports fan.  Having grown up a couple miles west of Cleveland and having done my undergraduate work at CWRU in Cleveland, I know the story and the feeling all too well.

I left Cleveland in 1990, but I’ve carried my loyalty and passion for Cleveland sports with me ever since, including the self-loathing and “Why me?” attitude that accompanied watching my beloved Indians take a lead into the bottom of the ninth inning of the 1997 World Series against the Florida Marlins only to see one of the best closers in the game blow it and then witness the Tribe lose it in extra innings.  Cleveland has not won a sports title since 1964.  We’ve come oh so close, but haven’t sealed the deal.  And it’s been a painful journey.

Raab now lives in New Jersey, but he grew up in Cleveland and was actually at the NFL Championship Game that the Browns won in 1964.  In this book, he addresses the cult of Cleveland sports through the city’s experience with LeBron James.  And he does not pull any punches.  As a journalist who’s fortunate enough (or not) to be able to get media credentials to sporting events, and as a lifelong Cleveland fan, he got to come along for the seven-year ride LeBron had through Cleveland, starting with the Cavs winning the lottery and selecting the local superstar from Akron with the #1 overall pick in the 2003 NBA draft and then “culminating” (for lack of a better word) with “The Decision”, LeBron’s primetime special in the summer of 2010 in which he ended months of suspense by announcing that he was “taking his talents to South Beach”, gathering the world together to witness him driving the proverbial dagger through the collective hearts of Cleveland fans.

Excuse me — I started talking like Scott Raab for a second there.  But that’s what this book can do to you, particularly if you’re from Cleveland, or if you’re the type of sports fan who can empathize and appreciate the struggles the city has gone through.  Raab engages in a look back, re-examining some of the things LeBron did during his tenure in Cleveland and casting doubts upon LeBron’s motives all along the way, portraying him as a selfish, greedy, unsympathetic villain who never cared for or wanted to be in Cleveland in the first place.  And Raab uses the events that unfolded around and after The Decision, including LeBron’s first season with the Miami Heat, to corroborate the suspicions he raises.

This book is clearly an indictment of LeBron James, and no one should go into it expecting any sort of objectivity.  But if you’re in the mood for some scathing, claws-out, vilification, this is your book.

Inside Scientology

I’ve always been curious and perversely fascinated by Scientology; not in the sense that I want to join, but rather that I want to understand what exactly it is and how it came to be.  We’ve all heard stories about L. Ron Hubbard and how the religion he invented was actually the result of a lark stemming from a bar bet or something like that, where he succeeded in tricking people into buying into a theory that we’re all the spawn of aliens who landed in a volcano millions of years ago, etc.  Inside Scientology:  The Story of America’s Most Secretive Religion, by Janet Reitman, is the result of years of painstaking research and analysis by the author in her attempt to publish the first-ever comprehensive history of Scientology.

Reitman’s book starts with a biography of Hubbard, the science fiction writer who invented Dianetics in the early 1950′s as an alternative to psychotherapy and then lost Dianetics through bankruptcy but re-emerged by repackaging his theories as Scientology.  Based on how his life is described by Reitman, how anyone believed anything Hubbard said or wrote is absolutely beyond me.

While he may have been a charismatic and engaging guy, he is portrayed as a pathological liar who never even came close to doing one tenth of the things he claimed to have done.  He told people he was a former explorer, researcher, war hero, sea captain, and a multitude of other glamorous titles, none of which were true.  But that didn’t stop people from buying into his theories of self-exploration and self-help.  After his health began to deteriorate, he secluded himself in a secret compound in California.  When he passed away in 1986, the organization was taken over by David Miscavige, by all accounts a less “crazy” but seemingly more ruthless leader, who seems to have focused far less on thinking of Scientology as a religion, but instead as a business.  And he appears to use and abuse his power to exercise unrelenting control over the Church and its members.

While this book is heralded as the first full journalistic history of Scientology and as an evenhanded account, even the most objective, evenhanded reading of it can’t mask the fact that Scientology seems to fit every stereotypical characteristic of a cult.  It is absolutely terrifying to read what people who’ve been indoctrinated into Scientology have gone through, and even more terrifying to think that sane people can be held captive the way that they are.

The Church of Scientology has got money coming out its eyeballs.  It was able to get itself classified by the IRS as a religious organization and thereby achieve tax exempt status (and the ability to maintain its books as confidential).  If you think you’ve felt pressured to tithe beyond your means by your church, you have no idea.  Individuals pay freakish amounts of money to be “audited”, something they must do to reach “Clear” status and advance along “The Bridge to Total Freedom”.

As members advance, more and more secrets of Scientology are revealed to them, and they apparently become even more eager to learn what’s behind the next level of advancement.  I would say that you can’t make this stuff up, but apparently you can, and apparently people will buy into it.  And all along the way, the Church of Scientology is just collecting that money and supposedly using it to further its mission to “clear the planet”.  But as you read this book, you see how that money is used for selfish, crazy purposes to satisfy the whims of Church leaders, and how the hierarchy of the Church fosters corruption and abuse of power.

There’s an entire chapter in the book dedicated to Tom Cruise, the most outspoken of the celebrities who’ve joined the Church of Scientology.  Celebrities have long been an avenue the Church has used to grow its appeal, and the things it does to court celebrities would blow your mind — complete with spending millions of dollars to renovate one of its compounds before Cruise’s first visit there.  The leaders who meet with Cruise fake their way through a bunch of stuff specifically to make it look like Scientology is perfect for Cruise, and they continue to cater to him outside of the normal protocols until he’s hooked.  Of course, when he reaches OT3 level and learns that the stuff about the aliens is actually for real, he freaks out and backs away.  But they get their hooks back into him and allegedly mastermind his divorce from Nicole Kidman.  It’s just bizarre — even more bizarre than you can imagine.

Scientology has reportedly used spies and secret operatives (including the largest domestic espionage case in history), fraud, frivolous litigation, and all sorts of other unscrupulous means to continue its growth, gain more power, and build more wealth.  This book explains it all through anecdotal evidence and data collected from current and past members.  Absolutely fascinating stuff.  A must read for anyone with any interest in American culture.  If you’d like a taste of what the book has to offer, check out Reitman’s original article for Rolling Stone that lead to this book.

The Leftovers

I received the audio version of The Leftovers by Tom Perrotta from BGB Headquarters right after Tim read the book. Check out his review, too.

What would you do if suddenly millions of people disappeared from Earth? No explanation offered – one moment you’re having breakfast with your kids and the next second poolf! they are gone!  Would you be capable of resuming your life? Would you just give up?  Personally, I’ve never thought about it before, but now thanks to Tom Perrotta, I have.  In The Leftovers, Perrotta brings us his interpretation of this very situation in the town of Mapleton.

The title alone suggests an unsettled feeling and makes me think of old food in the refrigerator.  Maybe the people left behind weren’t good enough to be chosen.  Chosen for what? No one really knows since there is no rhyme or reason as to who is chosen.  Due to the randomness of people taken away, the citizens of Mapleton are depressed, angry and bewildered.

Mr. Perrotta focuses on one family who has a rough time, even though their immediate family remains intact.  Laurie, wife and mother, abandons her husband and two children to join a cult called the “Guilty Remnants”.  Their goal is to ensure that no one forgets the Sudden Departure by dressing in white, not speaking in public and silently stalking the townsfolk around.  They are also required to smoke to “proclaim their faith.”  I found this oddly amusing as Laurie becomes completely immersed in the GR despite their bizarre habits.  I was hopeful that she would regret her decision and return home but that was wishful thinking on my part.

Kevin, husband and father, is elected mayor and tries to cope by helping the community.  Since his wife has left him, he attempts some sort of normalcy by dating, but it’s hard to find anyone that hasn’t developed some odd psychological behavior due to the Departure.  His strongest attempt is with Nora who has a strange fascination with the cartoon “Sponge Bob Square Pants”.  While focusing on his own life, he neglects his teenage daughter who is in desperate need of a parent.  Her mother abandoned her, her dad doesn’t know how to reach her so like any troubled teenage girl, she becomes preoccupied with her ‘new’ friends, parties and subsequently fails her classes in school.  Her brother, Tom, follows a self-proclaimed healer called “Holy Wayne” across the country and then is lost when the prophet loses sight of his original dream of healing people and ends up in jail.

At first the story appears very serious and at times depressing, but then I found myself laughing and feeling guilty about it.   I felt better after hearing the interview with Mr. Perrotta at the end of the audio book (bonus!).  He says that his original intention was to write a comical book about this situation and although it turned serious, he managed to maintain some of the humor he had originally wanted.   I already mentioned the Guilty Remnants making me chuckle, you’ll have to read the book to catch the others.

Even though The Leftovers doesn’t really have a traditional plot, the characters kept me entertained and  I really enjoyed listening to it. I recommend it to anyone else who uses audio books as a means to contain their road rage.  It also got me to thinking about the people that have simply disappeared from my life. Sometimes they died and sometimes we just grew apart and they were gone.  Compared to the family in this story, I’m doing pretty well.

Friday Links

Hey girl, there’s a whole new bookish tumblr out there, Ryan Gosling Works in Publishing:

 

I think this headline, Kids Hate Classic Books Through Hilarious Tweets at #worstbookever, oversells the hilarity.  Or else they just picked the saddest examples.

Attention nerds: It is time for the Strunk & White Rap

This assclown over at Slate says that you should thank Amazon for crushing that stupid independent bookstore in your neighborhood, dummy.   It has been suggested that Slate may be running these indefensibly contrarian articles solely to generate page views.  Here’s the rock-solid proof.   Assclowns.

The US will hold its first World Book Night, wherein books will be given away to help promote reading.  The books have been selected.  You can sign up to be a giver-awayer of books here.  Nice.

NPR: Seven Books with Personality: Nancy Pearl’s Best Books of 2011

NPR: Best Gift Books of 2011

NPR: Best Books of 2011 – Maureen Corrigan

NPR: Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy

Leonardo DiCaprio slated for HBO adaptation of Josh Bazell’s Beat the Reaper.  Interesting.  Here’s my review of the novel.

The Art of Fielding

Chad Harbach’s The Art of Fielding was the book that I kept threatening to read all year long.  (Recent Example)  I don’t know why it took so long to get around to, but it definitely lives up to the hype.

The novel takes place largely over a single school year at Westish College, a small liberal arts college in Wisconsin.  The main character is Henry a once-in-a-lifetime shortstop of almost limitless potential.  Henry was “discovered” by Schwartz, the captain of Westish’s baseball team.  Schwartz drives Henry to achieve the dream that they both share, to play major league baseball, but only Henry has the talent to realize.  Woven into Henry’s story are the lives of Owen, Henry’s roommate and openly gay teammate, Guert Affenlight, the school’s president, and his daughter Pella.  Their stories intertwine, sometimes in completely unexpected ways.   You know what — that’s all I’m going to tell you about the plot.  You’re better off diving in and letting the story surprise you.

The Art of Fielding is also the title of  a book within the book.  Written by a famed (fictional) St Louis Cardinal’s shortstop, it is Henry’s bible.  The Art of Fielding is a collection of Zen-like koans that serve as meditations and Henry’s guide to playing his position.  An example:

3.  There are three stages: Thoughtless being.  Thought. Return to thoughtless being.
33.  Do not confuse the first and third stages.  Thougtless being is attained by everyone, the return to thoughtless being by a very few.

The idea that those two items would appear non-consecutively is part of the beauty.  The Art of Fielding (the fake one) needs to be written, too.

The novel also weaves literary references throughout – most notably Melville’s Moby-Dick.  The college features a statue of Melville in the main quad, because the author once gave a lecture at the college.  As a result, the school’s athletic teams are called the harpooners.  One of Henry’s teammates is named Starblind, surely a reference to the Pequod’s mate Starbuck.  The college bar is named Stubb’s, another of Ahab’s mates.  President Affenlight frequently references Melville, American poets, and literature.  Affenlight’s favorite chapter of Moby-Dick  features prominently in the book’s conclusion.  Henry, the least well read,  imagines himself as a sort of Ulysses in a moment of despair.

The effect of the references is to frame the novel as a Hormeric tale, an American epic, a modern-day Moby-Dick, where the chief (but not only) obsession is baseball.  The five main characters struggle to learn how to be their own true selves. No mean feat.  This is a fantastic novel.  As a result of reading The Art of Fielding, I’ve picked up my half-read copy of Moby-Dick and have begun to press on.  Next up, Nathaniel Philbrick’s Why Read Moby Dick to help fill in my own cognitive gaps.  Any book that is not only a cracking read in its own right but sets the reader off on a journey of additional reading is about as good as it gets.  The Art of Fielding will be on my year-end top 10 list (coming soon!) for certain.

Bonus:

Check out this interview with Harbach @ Baseball Nation ”The greatest baseball books aren’t really about baseball per se, they are simply great books that are set it in the baseball world.”  Indeed.

For an example of Harbach’s writing style, check out this brilliant essay for Grantland.

Monopoly

Authors weigh in on Amazon’s heavy handed Christmas tactics.    The outrage of the authors may be the least of Amazon’s worries.

Steve Jobs

(This is a guest post by our friend Debbie in San Francisco.  She couldn’t stop talking about this book. )

Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson (Benjamin Franklin: An American Life and Albert Einstein: His Life and Universe) is everything a reader could want and more. It appeals to those interested in the formative years of Silicon Valley and personal computing.  It also appeals to those who like to read success stories of groundbreaking corporate founders and even has something special for readers who just like a well-crafted biography.  But the most rewarding thing to take away from the experience of reading this book is the feeling that we have a front row tour of the history of our beloved Apple products.  We learn how the iPod’s continuous scrolling functionality came to be.  We read about who’s idea it was to make the earbuds pure white on the iPod (hint: it’s not Jobs).  Credit where credit is due is another reason this book should be required reading for anyone who uses Apple products.

Do not be fooled by the author’s seemingly breathless and gossipy tone.  While off putting at first, we realize that this is necessary to tell the tale from multiple viewpoints after many exhaustive personal interviews with major players.  The only way to tell the story is to tell what others say and how they feel and that cannot help but read like “he-said/she-said” gossip.  However, since most all the players are living, the device works.

The ultimate triumph of the book is that Isaacson was able to speak to Jobs himself while there was still time.  Over the course of two years, Isaacson conducts over forty in-depth interviews with Jobs.  During the process it’s clear the two develop a friendship of sorts. Jobs implored his biographer to tell the whole story, even if it made him look bad, which it often did.  The perspective gained from these sessions is infinitely rewarding.  Add hundreds of interviews with others and the resulting prose is dramatic and compelling.

And yet, and yet.  The same reader could feel that something was missing in the story.  The book leaves us wanting to know a little bit more about how Mr. Jobs became so brash and narcissistic in the first place, as these traits are usually visible at a very young age.  We never really learn where in his formative years this behavior was allowed to take root and take over.

We get a glimpse of his earlyish years and the fascination with electronics (remember Heathkits?).  We see the willfull youth pushing back on hapless adults (and maybe not so hapless as in the case of Bill Hewlett who ended up offering the 13-year old Jobs a summer job after the kid looked him up in the phone book and called him to inquire about an electronic part).  We see a friendship of youths forged of mutual interests from different perspectives between Mr. Jobs and Wozniak (“Woz”).  The symbiotic (maybe opportunistic?) nature of this coupling is apparent when we read about Woz’s interests (tinkering, hacking, open systems, freeware) and Jobs’ (closed systems, marketing, aesthetics, revenue streams).  These opposing worldviews remain firmly in place throughout the book and professional careers of these gentlemen.  They never really meet in the middle even though they created something significant together.

The best part of this book is the wild ride and we are in the front seat with Jobs (or at least Isaacson).  The adventure that is creating the epic masterpiece that is Apple, which is the world’s most valuable corporation on some days, next to Chevron.  This is no small feat, and the story is transfixing.  Mr. Jobs outsize personality dwarfs most other players, making reading this book exhausting.  But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.  Creating something this successful IS exhausting, so the reader really gets a sense of the drama and hard work and human interplay that gets inserted to each corporate situation and strategy.

Jobs’ lack of interest in the trappings of vast personal wealth is fascinating.  He and his family seem grounded and as normal as they could be under the circumstances.  Opulence was not something to which he aspired.  He aspired to seeing Apple’s ideas manifest in physical reality of useful and pleasurable objects that serve and entertain.  Mr. Jobs is the Chief Architect of this unprecedented bout of forward motion in manufacturing excellence. As stated elsewhere, he deserves a seat in the pantheon of America’s best business leaders.

After all this, we really want to see the protagonist (is Jobs the protagonist?) personally redeemed.  Sadly, this is not the case. That is one of the great disappointments about the book, and perhaps his life story.  We see the fractured relationship he has with his children which the author describes in painful detail.  The heartbreak of the youngest daughter when a long-promised trip to Kyoto is cancelled by Dad  was especially hard to read.  Also hard to read was Jobs’ clear favoritism toward  his son Reed.

Jobs has been identified as having a narcissistic personality disorder.  Author Wendy T. Behary  in an Oct 06, 2008 article offers the best definition of a narcissist I have seen:

A quick definition of a narcissist: someone who has an exaggerated sense of self-worth, is highly self-absorbed, entitled, condescending, superior, show-off-ish, competitive, and approval-craving. They do not appreciate the impact of their often obnoxious behaviors on others. They have a lot of trouble with empathy and with the notion of give and take.

In the end, we are left with Mr. Jobs’ outsize personality and its effect on those in his family, friends and colleagues.  Much of it is gut wrenching.  How much was necessary?  Given what was created in its wake, maybe all of it.  The reader is left not with a feeling of disgust toward Mr. Jobs’ obvious personality handicaps, but a feeling of gratitude for all that was created under the sheer will of Mr. Jobs.  He has made millions upon millions of lives better, and reading a book about this remarkable evolution is a reward in itself.

Thank you. Jobs and Isaacson.  I am going to read Steve Jobs a second time.

Friday Links

Hey girl, you know that there is a tumblr all about Ryan Gosling sharing his love of bookish things with his favorite librarian don’t you, girl?

Salon’s Best Fiction of 2011

Time’s Best Fiction and Best Nonfiction of 2011

Question of the season:  How do you wrap an e-book?

Winter reads

Also: We took a vote.  If you do this Amazon bar code scan/screw over your local book, record, and other mom and pop stores this holiday season, we’re going to beat you up.  Figuratively, of course.

Lev Grossman lists seven books to keep an eye for in 2012

Children’s books parents love or hate. Mostly hate.

When e-books are outlawed, only outlaws will have e-books.

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A brilliant updating of Ginsberg’s Howl by Oyl Miller:

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by brevity, over-connectedness, emotionally starving for attention, dragging themselves through virtual communities at 3 am, surrounded by stale pizza and neglected dreams, looking for angry meaning, any meaning, same hat wearing hipsters burning for shared and skeptical approval from the holographic projected dynamo in the technology of the era, who weak connections and recession wounded and directionless, sat up, micro-conversing in the supernatural darkness of Wi-Fi-enabled cafes, floating across the tops of cities, contemplating techno, who bared their brains to the black void of new media and the thought leaders and so called experts who passed through community colleges with radiant, prank playing eyes, hallucinating Seattle- and Tarantino-like settings among pop scholars of war and change, who dropped out in favor of following a creative muse, publishing zines and obscene artworks on the windows of the internet, who cowered in unshaven rooms, in ironic superman underwear burning their money in wastebaskets from the 1980s…

Read the rest at McSweeney’s.

A few Best of Lists

Brainpickings lists the 11 Best Art and Design Books of 2011.  The amazing Radioactive by Lauren Redniss sits at number 1.    Check out my glowing review (see what I did there?).

Lists a’ plenty from the LA Times

NPR fiction picks

Goodreads Best Books of 2011 Reader’s Choice Awards

Esquire’s 10 best books of 2011

New York Magazine’s: author recommended titles

Daily Beast: 10 books you may have missed, but shouldn’t

Wall Street Journal: Best of Business, Best of Science, Best of Humor, Best of  Movies, Best Wine Books, Best on Cocktails, Christmas Mysteries, Best Photography Books, Best Art Books, Best History Books, and Best Biography.  What?  Best Fiction?  Everyone knows that serious people don’t read fiction.  Move along, philistine.  Oh, ok.  If you insist, here’s recommended Fiction for Nonficiton Lovers.  Best they could do.

The Visible Man

I really like Chuck Klosterman.  I like his essays (e.g., Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs), and I like his fiction (e.g., Downtown Owl).  Plus I get him mixed up in my mind with Chuck Close, a super cool artist.  So he’s got it going on in my book.  When I saw that he had published a new novel, The Visible Man, I pushed it straight to the front of the queue.

Those of you who follow my reviews probably know by now that I don’t like to work too hard when I read; I like great characters, great stories, and great prose, but I don’t like to make my brain burn extra calories trying to figure stuff out — give it to me straight, doc.  Which makes The Visible Man a dark horse for me, because Klosterman takes an unorthodox approach to telling this tale.  But it worked, even for me.

This story centers on two characters:  Victoria Vick, an Austin-based therapist (although not a doctor), and a patient, referred to as “Y___”, who seeks her out for treatment.  The reason I don’t know the patient’s name is that the story is told through correspondence and notes from Vicky, which she has ostensibly submitted to her publisher, and in which she protects the patient’s identity by giving him this “name”.  Y___ reaches out to Vicky for “treatment”, although it is clear from the get-go that he has every intention of setting the rules of engagement for their relationship, beginning with the demand that they meet via telephone.  And it is also clear from their earliest sessions that Y___ has a huge ego, to the point where it’s not clear why he’s seeking counseling in the first place.

Y___’s issue seems to be that he needs a confidential sounding board to tell his stories to — stories that he’s arrogant and proud of — and which in the hands of someone other than Klosterman might have turned this into some weird science-fiction novel.  See, Y___ comes from a background in military and scientific research, and a specific project on “cloaking” technology that he finished by himself after the project was shut down.  He’s come up with a technology for making himself appear invisible (by bending light around his body and other things that you and I wouldn’t understand, and which he makes clear to Vicky that she wouldn’t understand either).  And he’s been using this technology to spy on people, particularly when they are alone, to try to divine the essence of human personalities — who are we when no one is looking?

The existence of this technology and the way Y___ uses it become the focus of the counseling sessions, and eventually weave their way into the actual personal dynamic between Vicky and Y___.    I won’t spoil the story, but I’ll vouch for Klosterman’s uncanny ability to approach what makes people tick in interesting and unusual ways, and I’ll also vouch for the fact that you won’t put this book down once you pick it up.

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