DEADHOUSE GATES by Steven Erikson

DEADHOUSE GATES by Steven Erikson I’m not gonna lie, Steven Erikson’s MALAZAN BOOK OF THE FALLEN series is a tough, tough sell. The first book, GARDENS OF THE MOON, is kind of a hot mess, even though it pushed all the right buttons for me. I know this because I’ve placed copies of GARDENS OF THE MOON into several people’s hands, and not one of those people has ever finished reading it. Oops!

It’s a shame really, because the Malazan series is something special. A mammoth–ten volumes! with each volume pushing toward 1000 pages!–fantasy series that spans not just thousands, but millions of years. In retrospect, DEADHOUSE GATES, the second book in the series, is probably the best place to start. The story is much more focused, and events in this book are so significant that nearly every book following deals with its repercussions in some way.

One of the primary characters in this book is an historian, but whose kind and considerate thoughtfulness impressed me, these being traits not often present in epic smash ’em, bash ’em stories like this one. Not a wizard, or a warrior, or an assassin, but a scholar who spends his time in the book bestowing small kindnesses on those around him. Shocking, I know.

I started reading this series in my second year in graduate school, and it was a welcome distraction from my schoolwork. In spite of my hesitation at starting an (at the time) unfinished, multi-volume fantasy series, there was something about the title of that first book that intrigued me. GARDENS OF THE MOON seemed like a such a strange title for a fantasy novel.

To be sure, this series (or this book) doesn’t pull any punches. “Book of the Fallen” is a pretty big clue to how grim and sad these books tend to get. That being said, I spent a lot of time with these books, and I’m very glad that I did so.

SYLVIE AND BRUNO by Lewis Caroll

SYLVIE AND BRUNO by Lewis Carroll It was bound to happen I suppose. I’ve come across a book that I believed I had read, only to realize that I probably haven’t. It’s funny the tricks that memory plays. I’ve read a synopsis of this book, now, and I have no recollection of it whatsoever.

I have a memory of hanging out with a couple of friends in a dorm room in college, and reading aloud a book of Lewis Carroll’s. I had assumed that it was this book. Now I’m thinking, rather, that it was his long poem PHANTASMAGORIA, but ultimately I don’t know the truth of it. I’m almost wondering if that even happened at all. I mean, it does sound like something I might have done in college, sitting around and reading Lewis Carroll poetry aloud. Prompted, I expect, by my repeated ravings about THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, which I memorized in its entirety.

At any rate, I’m amused by the way that memories fade and rewrite themselves, and even those that seemed solid, scatter like mist when pushed against. Some people have described to me the way certain songs hook memories out of the pool of thought, and I’ve certainly experienced that, too. Books, for me, do a similar kind of thing. Often, recalling a particular book will bring to mind not just thoughts and feelings and memories about the book itself, but some or all of those things from the time and place in which I read it. For example, thinking of Dickens’ PICKWICK PAPERS, calls to mind the heat and light and slow watery meanderings of my time in Greece.

It’s alarming, then, when a book that I may not have actually read in any fashion becomes a hook for a memory that probably did. It’s such a thin and fragile construction, our memory, that we rely on for our sense of self, more illusion than anything else. And so we all rumble and bumble about, filled with our mutual self-certainties, blissfully unaware–or is that just me, mostly–of how our selves teeter on such a tall, rickety construction of thought and memory.

At any rate, I should probably (re?)read SYLVIE AND BRUNO.

ACACIA: WAR WITH THE MEIN by David Anthony Durham

ACACIA by David Anthony Durham I have a dangerous fascination with epic fantasy series. These days I’m pretty hesitant to start a new fantasy series, because I know I’m in for a pretty long haul–in the case of something like Robert Jordan’s WHEEL OF TIME series it’s decades long!

That being said, I never did get around to reading the second book in this series, and I don’t quite recall why. Maybe it was just weariness at the thought of reading another indeterminately long series, or maybe it was just that the series hadn’t been finished. Whatever the reason, I didn’t remember reading this book until I saw it on my list. I seem to recall a story about (and I haven’t looked up any plot summaries here) young royalty betrayed, and having to flee their homeland. (Only to return for vengeance/triumph in the later books, I assume.) There was some kind of barbarian invasion that seemed basically unstoppable. I remember a character stowing away in the hold of a ship, a trope which I seemingly never tire of.

And that’s it. That’s about all I remember. Funny thing about memory. I spent five to six hours reading this book, probably, and that all that I have left of it after about five years or so.

I don’t like speaking ill of books. I’d prefer to talk about the things that I really loved, but this book raises an interesting issue that I encounter from time to time. I do recall reading this book because I’d read high praise for it in one or two places. (I believe it even won an award or two.) I have this experience sometimes when I read a book that’s popular or gotten great reviews, and it just doesn’t click for me. There’s nothing wrong with the book, exactly, but it always leaves me with a feeling like I’m missing something. A punchline to a joke that I’m not getting. I have this feeling most often with Neil Gaiman, a beloved author, but whose work leaves me cold, somehow. It’s a strange feeling being out of step in that way. I can see the craftsmanship at work, but I can’t connect to it on some level.

Anyway, it looks like according to Wikipedia, the film rights to this series have been optioned. So, I think Mr. Durham is probably doing all right, my lack of love for his series notwithstanding. The kicker, though, is that the first volume in any of these fantasy series is all setup. There’s very little payoff plotwise, usually. It’s quite possible the second and third books in this series do amazing and incredible things. I may never know… or maybe I’ll pick up the rest of the series one day.

THE GREY KING by Susan Cooper

THE GREY KING by Susan Cooper
I remember clearly the day that the librarian in my local public library pressed OVER SEA, UNDER STONE into my ten-year-old hand. I loved its moody, sinister atmosphere, as well as its subtle non-Gandalfy magic. Its sequel, THE DARK IS RISING, threw me for a loop when it veered away from the protagonists in the first book, introducing a new one.

By the time I got to THE GREY KING, though, I was hooked, in that galloping, all-consuming reading mode I sometimes fall into. My memory of this book is that of anger, though, and though I may have liked it, I didn’t enjoy it. You see, somewhere in the middle of reading this book, I did something–I don’t recall what, although knowing me, it probably involved refusing to do something–that upset my mom so much that, in order to punish me, she took this book away for two or three weeks. Of any punishment I ever received from my parents, this one was the worst. At the time, I only read one book at a time, and read each one to completion. Not finishing a book felt like cheating somehow. Not only was a I deprived of the story I was immersed in, but I found it incredibly difficult to start a new book. I mean, now, it feels wildly overly dramatic to say that it felt like the emotional equivalent of losing a friend, but it did kind of feel that way.

Then, when I finally got my hands on THE GREY KING again, I felt like I had to start the book over from the beginning. I think I might have enjoyed the book more, but every moment reading it reminded me of what had happened, filling me with anger. How can emotion not affect one’s experience of reading a book? I’ve always meant to re-read Susan Cooper’s series, but never quite got around to it. I suspect it has something to do with the emotional associations I have with this book.

So, to parents of budding bibliophiles, please don’t ever take your kid’s book away. They’ll probably never forget it, long after they’ve forgotten just everything about the book itself.

As for the book, the cover’s no lie. The book features a giant silver wolf. This book was also my first encounter with Wales, which I don’t think I had ever heard of before.

In spite of rage-flecked memories of this book, I’m pretty sure I would recommend it, and the rest of the series, to just about anyone.

NIGHT WATCH by Terry Pratchett

Night Watch by Terry Pratchett
NIGHT WATCH was probably the 3rd or 4th of Terry Pratchett’s books that I read. Of his Discworld books, I much prefer his stories set in the rambling, chaotic city of Ankh-Morpork. Even though they’re set in a fantasy world, Pratchett’s books are delightful mishmash of tropes from other genres, with NIGHT WATCH being a gritty police tale.

Pratchett books–especially most recently–seem to take a single theme or subject matter, whether it’s the post office, the newspaper, even the internet, and explore that idea fully. What might it have been like to set up the first post office? That kind of thing. But by grounding it in a fantastical setting, Pratchett sidles up to its subject matter in such an oblique way, that I expect his younger readers don’t realize the kind of teaching that he’s doing.

If I recall, in NIGHT WATCH, this fellow, Vimes, is assigned to take over a police precinct, along with a strapping young lad raised by dwarves, name of Carrot. Together they solve crimes (or really, a crime), and begin to build the precinct up to a workable thing. Pretty soon (and I think some of this happens in later books) they have a troll, a vampire, a werewolf, among many others, on the police force.

When I was younger, I sequestered myself pretty heavily into the science fiction/fantasy genres–what people are calling speculative fiction these days, I guess. I had nothing against other types of books, but I just wasn’t inclined to read broadly. NIGHT WATCH provided a stealth introduction to the police procedural/crime genre. Something I didn’t realize until much later, when I actually read a book like that.

At this point, I think I’ve read more than twenty of Pratchett’s books, which is nowhere near all of them. It sometimes feels like he writes them faster than I can catch up reading them.

Pratchett is a warm, and likable author, and his authorial voice shines through his books like a beacon. Not only are his books funny and insightful, but they’re really just romping great yarns. If you haven’t read any Pratchett, you could do a lot worse than by picking up NIGHT WATCH.

Books Read February 2011

Home Land by Sam Lipsyte

Reminded me of HOT TUB TIME MACHINE. The looming shadow of the past affects the present continually. No one seems able to move past their nostalgia for high school. The ex-principal is a delightful character, a nearly tragic figure. Is it an epistolary novel if the target is a high school alumnus newsletter/message board? What a desperately funny novel.

A Guide to the Good Life: The Ancient Art of Stoic Joy by William Irvine

Or, how to appreciate the fleeting time we all have on this Earth while we can. Contemplate loss in order to find joy in what you have. Cultivate patience in the face of irritation and pain.

The Lost Gospel of Judas Iscariot: A New Look at Betrayer and Betrayed by Bart Ehrman

The most amazing thing about this book: that a 2,000 year old book spent a decade mouldering in a bank deposit box in a strip mall in New Jersey. Also, the restoration work done on the manuscript is simply boggling in its delicacy. The main idea of the Gospel of Judas is that he is the secret hero and fulfiller of Christ’s ultimate plan to die. Interesting stuff, but I probably could have read a long-essay version and been just as happy.

The Fuller Memorandum by Charles Stross

The third novel in the Laundry series. Evil sorcerous cult seeks to summon a demon to destroy the world. Pretty fun stuff. But so gloomy! Also, if you haven’t, you’d want to read the previous Laundry stories first.

The Anti-American Manifesto by Ted Rall

Yeesh. Is there any corporate, governmental, institutional, infrastructural system in this country that’s not completely broken?

The Warded Man by Peter Brett

A man versus nature story. Only “nature” in this case are demons that attack everyone, everywhere, every night. Some interesting ideas that Brett explores pretty thoroughly. Like, hey, people would be pretty messed up if they were threatened with extreme, violent death every night of their lives.

The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People Who Read Them by Elif Batuman

A series of what are basically travel essays, plus thoughts on Russian novels. Highly engaging. Far more entertaining that you might expect considering the subject matter. The essay on the Tolstoy conference was probably the one I enjoyed the most. Read for “Who Killed Tolstoy”, “Summer in Samarkand”, and “The Possessed”.

Extra Lives: Why Video Games Matter by Tim Bissell

One man’s experience with video/computer games. A series of essays, really. They’re not quite reviews and not quite biography. Still, the subtitle should probably be “Why (Some Specific) Video Games Matter(ed) (To Me)”. If you like video games, you’ll probably like this. If you don’t like video games, this book would provide you with ammunition to support your feelings. Very readable.

The Last Brother by Nathacha Appanah

Beautifully written. Tragic. A story of an old man’s childhood recollections written by a young woman. Powerful stuff.

Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin by Mel Gordon

Or What Happens When Everything Collapses and People Get Desperate. Also, how not to establish your world-changing organization as a long-term entity.

Books Read – February 2008

  • 52. Vol. 1 by Geoff Johns – 2/3
  • 52. Vol. 2 by Geoff Johns – 2/5

    Year-long weekly comic series; the comic book equivalent of 24, as each comic issue covers one week. Purports to answer the question: what would happen (in the DC universe, mind) if the three big guns (ie, Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman) disappeared. Nature abhors a vacuum and so does DC comics. Sadly, of limited interest to the non-DC comics fan, which includes me. It’s occasionally engaging and funny, but it’s based on some pretty obscure stuff.

  • Meditations by Marcus Aurelius – 2/5

    (I read the Gregory Hays translation.) The force of personality beams through this book, written more than two thousand years ago. I was touched by it, but to apply its wisdom to my own life would take some re-reading and meditation. In essence, the only important thing is now, what action we take now and how we order our thoughts to achieve that right action. Well, that’s it in a small, poorly defined nutshell, at any rate.

  • Portable Childhoods by Ellen Klages – 2/7

    A book of short stories. Sadly, short stories fade from my mind rather quickly. There’s quite a variety here, all centered around childhood (surprise!) in some fashion. I distinctly recall the little girl who voodoos herself into a mouse; the time-traveling lesbian physicist who encounters hatred and love in the past; the seven librarians who raise a child to adulthood; and… well, that’s it. There was more, but they’re already gone. They were beautifully written, but I sometimes wearied of the… nostalgia…

  • Welcome to Tranquility by Gail Simone – 2/8

    A story of aged, former superheroes and their past heroics and villainy and the way young people are mired in the untold, half-forgotten stories of their elders. Clearly, in some ways, inspired by Alan Moore’s Supreme and Tom Strong among others. Worthwhile, if you like superhero comics, but are looking for something a bit different. Otherwise…

  • The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby – 2/11

    The book that inspired me to start doing this. (We’ll see how long it lasts. Heh.) Nick Hornby wrote a series of articles for the magazine, The Believer, about the books he’d read in any given month. (Apparently, still ongoing.) It was somewhat inspiring to read a book by someone about READING. I found it somewhat inspiring and thought that, perhaps if I started writing some things down about what I’ve been reading, well, maybe all the reading I’m doing will feel a bit more worthwhile. Also, dovetailing nicely with my impulse to start writing a bit more.

  • Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins by Rupert Everett – 2/14

    An autobiography. Charmingly written, though the celebrity name-dropping does get a bit tedious. There’s a scene early on where he describes going to the cinema for the first time to see Mary Poppins and being so overwhelmed by the wonderfulness of it all, that he had to be taken, screaming, from the theatre. Worthwhile for the crazy anecdotes and celebrity character sketches. The quality of the writing is what really carries it.

  • Boswell’s Life of Johnson – 2/15

    A biography. It’s odd that I finished this one just after the Everett book (even though I had been reading Boswell for months). In some ways, a more vivid sketch of a person (Johnson), than Everett’s portrayal of himself. There’s life breathed on these pages. Boswell spent three decades making Johnson his life’s study. Boswell’s love for the man shines through everywhere. I fancied that I could imagine Johnson himself, now, strolling the night-time streets of somewhere, shouting and carousing with his friends.

  • 0/6, vol. 3 by Youjung Lee – 2/17

    Manga found at a library booksale. Hardly worth the twenty minutes spent reading it. (Nick Hornby didn’t write about anything that he disliked–by editorial fiat–in Polysyllabic Spree. I may follow suit. Why write about a book if I didn’t find anything worth taking away from it?)

  • The Wind in the Willows, Vol. 1 (ill. Michel Plessix) – 2/18

    Charming artwork in this comic version of the book, but I was reminded again about how very bored I have always been by this book. In spite of my very great desire to want to like it.

  • Count Zero by William Gibson – 2/18

    A sequel of sorts to Neuromancer, which is why I read it. I had just listened to the BBC’s radio play version of it and realized I had never read any of the other of Gibson’s “Sprawl trilogy”. It’s excellent if you’re jonesing for some retro-cyberpunk. If you’re looking for a first-time William Gibson experience, though, you’d be much better off reading Pattern Recognition or Spook Country, which explore many of the themes of his earlier books, but are much better written. Gibson’s earliest works are strong, but they are fairly dated.

  • My Own Kind of Freedom by Steven Brust – 2/21

    A Firefly fanfic novel. I probably wouldn’t have read it, if I hadn’t already read about six or seven of Brust’s Taltos novels (sword, sorcery, assassination, etc). What a charming little book this is. Wonderfully snappy dialogue and the book is light on its feet, never feeling bogged down in pointless exposition. It also made me want to re-watch the television series. You can download a copy yourself at the above link.

  • Shazam! The Monster Society of Evil by Jeff Smith – 2/22

    I picked this one up because of Smith’s comic series Bone. Sadly, this one’s a bit forgettable, but it does have a thinly veiled John Ashcroft as primary villain. Methinks that particular touch won’t age well. (Or at least I hope not.)

  • The Braindead Megaphone by George Saunders – 2/22

    A series of essays, containing quite possibly the best essay on Huckleberry Finn… that I’ve ever read, anyhow. Also excellent are his essay on his trip to the United Arab Emirates’ city of Dubai and his trip to visit a boy who had been fasting for some unreal length of time (6 months?). Well worth the price of admission, this. (Also, the title essay is quite good. Really gets to the heart of the rot in our (USA’s) body politic.) He has a way of writing in a simplistic style which manages to simultaneously convey a great deal of subtlety and information.

  • Nana, Vol. 2 by Ai Yazawa – 2/26

    Chalk this one up as a guilty pleasure. The manga equivalent of ordering a “girly-drink” (which I also enjoy). The story of two girls, both named Nana, who move to Tokyo (?) and end up becoming roommates. As you can see, I’m already at vol. 2. The die is pretty well cast.

  • Halting State by Charles Stross – 2/26

    A sidenote: I went to a reading that Charles Stross gave for this book in Seattle and watched Stross endure the most painful Q&A session I’ve ever had the misfortune to witness. My heart ached for the man. He probably thinks that Seattle is full of autistic, half-witted, passive-aggressive thugs. I don’t know why he’d ever come to Seattle again, to be honest… Yeesh.

    That being said, the novel–told entirely in rotating second-person narratives, somewhat like text adventure games of olde–is serviceable. Not his best book (and I’ve read just about them all–I’d recommend Singularity Sky or The Atrocity Archive), but it does explore the future of the ubiquitous computing world we live in, extrapolated out 10-20 years. If you want some food for thought on where the cell phone ring in our nose is leading us, you’d do worse than to pick up this book.

  • Alias the Cat by Kim Deitc
    h – 2/27

    A fictional autobiography about a fictional account of the author’s discovery of a fictional proto-superhero comic. This is a story which starts “normal”–the author’s increasing obsession, fueled by eBay and etc, for a sort of cat-like character (a sort-of Rated R Mickey Mouse stand-in) and which rapidly veers into midget-villages and magical cat-beings. I can’t really emphasize how… odd… this book is. Shades of Crumb and Harvey Pekar.

  • The Nightmare Factory by Joe Harris – 2/27

    A graphic novel based on the horror (that is, the genre) short stories of Thomas Ligotti–a writer I’d never heard of before. One story is particularly Lovecraftean. The artwork is good, but in general the horror genre doesn’t really do it for me.

  • Good as Lily by Derek Kirk Kim – 2/27

    A fun little young adult oriented comic–probably geared more towards girls–about a 16-year-old girl whose 5-year-old, 30-year-old and 60-year-old selves arrive in her current time, complete with their memories and everything, with no explanation as to how they got there, which is the right choice, I think. (The why is suggested by the mechanism of their eventual disappearance.) A charming little comic that I probably would have enjoyed more (or been too embarrassed to read) about 15 years ago.

  • Flight, Vol. 4 ed. by Kazu Kibuishi – 2/27

    An aberration in that it’s a sequel that exceeds its predecessors (particularly Vols. 2 and 3). Essentially, an anthology of comics. A really excellent collection.

What I’ve been reading

THE SINGULARITY IS NEAR

I just finished reading The Singularity is Near by Ray Kurzweil a couple of days ago. What a mind-trip that is! Kurzweil, a self-styled singularitarian, believes that current trends in technology will culminate, at some point (say 2040), in a technological singularity–measured, simply, by the creation of self-improving AI mentalities. Or something.

It sounds all very science fictional and bizarre (particularly when he talks about brain uploads and replacing the stomach with nano digestion machines), but he writes (and cites) very convincingly about the current state of technology and their eventual progression into mind-machine interface and AI.

I’d chalk him up to any other kind of crackpot prophet, only he’s very financially successful at parlaying his technological predictions into cold, hard cash via his various corporate entities. What can I say: it’s a fascinating book with nearly 150 pages of endnotes. I appreciated the book mostly for its big picture, holistic view on the current and near-future state of genetic, nano and robotic technologies. He lost me a little with the “what is consciousness?”, but I guess I don’t find that nearly as interesting.

WILLFUL CREATURES

Aimee Bender’s the dreamiest. By which I mean to say, that reading her is like dreaming awake. There’s the pumpkinheads who give birth to an ironhead, steam constantly rising round about. There’s the man who goes to the petstore and brings home a little man in a cage. He abuses the little man mercilessly, then sets him free. When he goes looking, all the other little people hide from the big man. But like a dream, these stories mostly fade from memory; I just can’t keep them in mind…

HAUNTED

Chuck Palahniuk’s newest: a grisly, modern day CANTERBURY TALES. The book is a collection of gruesome or weird stories surrounded by a framing device: the writer’s retreat from hell. In this case, though, the hell is entirely self-generated. It’s satire of the darkest order. If you like your humor grisly and deranged, I can’t think of a better book. Otherwise, not recommended to the faint at heart. One word of advice: don’t read “Guts” while eating breakfast…

SPIN

Robert Charles Wilson’s Hugo nominee–which is why I read it, initially. It was fun, but I don’t really have much to say about it. Science fictional premise: the earth is trapped in a sphere of unknown origin. Outside the sphere, time progresses normally. Inside, slow as molasses (actually, I can’t remember the exact ratio). Basically, because of the time discrepency, the people living on earth are faced with the destruction of the world when the sun explodes. The book is about the various ways in which people might react to their inevitable and (slowly) oncoming annihilation.

JUMPER

This novel by Steven Gould is a YA (that’s Young Adult) novel about a teenager who discovers that he has the power to teleport anywhere that he has visited and can visualize in enough detail. It’s fun, with a not entirely likeable protagonist–he’s believable as a self-centered adolescent with an extraordinary power. I think they’re making this into a movie with Hayden Christensen as the title character.

LIKE NEVER BEFORE

A collection of interconnected short stories (almost a novel, really) by Ehud Havazelet recommended by Cthulie and Meestagoat prior to their departure. (Cthulie texted the full citation of the book to me–I certainly would never have remembered the author’s name, otherwise.) The stories span 60-70 years of the members of one jewish family, as they fail and fail to connect with one another (particularly the men in the family). An excellent display of craft and a nice insight into a culture pretty alien to me. And yet there’s that heartwrenching theme of the harm caused to those closest just by living, either the mad flailing of adolescence or the well-meaning fumbling at understanding.

Summertime reading

The very best thing about not being in school anymore is being able to read whatever I want… Since I’ve finished my program, I’ve read a rather strange mix of books:

In alphabetical order:

After the Plague by T.C. Boyle

A surprisingly grim little collection of short stories that I picked up after finishing The Magus. I read this one while on the island of Sifnos. They were well written, but I mostly just wanted to finish it so that I could move on to the next thing. I traded this book at a Sifnian hotel’s book exchange for Jack Maggs.

Child of Fortune by Norman Spinrad

A science-fictional, psychedelic, sexual mind-trip. The premise: given infinite personal freedom, near instantaneous universal travel and no fear of personal want and deprivation–how might people behave? In a pan-galactic society with the Maslow’s deficiency needs fully met, how do individuals achieve self-actualization and self-transcendence? Spinrad is ultimately quite sceptical of artificial means of achieving these goals (drugs, electrical brain-feedback). The protagonist achieves actualization through the book just read.

A Hacker Manifesto by McKenzie Wark

Let me attempt to summarize the argument (and most likely fail):

1) There have been several historical class systems which drive each next stage of development. Capital as Land to Capital as Production to Capital as Information. The vectoral class is the monopolist of Capital as Information and its demesne is intellectual property, copyrights, patents, etc.

2) The hacker class (those who produce new ways of thinking, doing, etc) is uniquely powerfully situated, because without the products and cooperations of its efforts the vectoralist class would fail. The book calls for the hacker class to free information (the product of the “hack”) from its “commodity form”.

Oh, just go and read the summary…

Inside Job by Connie Willis

Short and sweet. It’s the story of a professional debunker of spiritualist scam artists, whose latest target becomes possessed by the ghost of HL Mencken. (Also, see the talk page for this entry.) I wasn’t very familiar with Mencken before this, so the book was a treat in that sense. Finished before I’d even started, it’s more like a long short story than anything else.

Jack Maggs by Peter Carey

I found this book in a Sifnian hotel book exchange on my last day on the island. It’s brilliant. I read most of this book while sitting in the airpot at Heathrow during our five hour layover. S and I were sitting in the airport “Quiet Room”. I sat down to read, lost…track of time, closed the book, looked up and it was three hours later. Immensely satisfying. It’s a twist on Dickens’ Great Expectations, with the Magwitch character as the protagonist. Indeed, there’s even a Dickens-like writer character whose popular written sketches are derived from the strange and curious individuals he meets around London. Even the “villains” in the story are bizarrely sympathetic. The books ending is subtle and endearing.

King Rat by James Clavell

I traded The Pickwick Papers for this one at an The Matrix, an internet cafe on Naxos run by a charming Australian couple. Definitely a trade down though. I picked it up based upon a dim memory of someone recommending it to me, though I couldn’t remember who. It’s grim and disheartening and the prose is nearly unbearably clunky. Not much to say about this one, except I was glad to have finished it. I read Shogun in high school and enjoyed it, but I don’t think I would now, were I to re-read it.

Magic or Madness by Justine Larbalestier

I might have read this one based upon a mention on BoingBoing. It’s a charming, YA novel about a young sceptic confronted with undeniable proof of the existence of magic via a doorway which links Sidney and New York. Sadly, part 1 of 3. Told from three POVs: two first-person Australian perspectives and a third-person limited American one. The culture/language/perceptual clash between the Australian and American girls is perhaps the most interesting thing about the book.

The Magus by John Fowles

B recommended this book to me prior to my trip to Greece. The book is set on a Greek island. It seemed appropriate. However, I couldn’t find this book at any of the used bookstores I went to here in Seattle. I picked up The Pickwick Paers instead. However, while strolling about the 12th century port town on Paros, I came across a tiny used bookstore with perhaps 200 English-language books. Imagine my surprise when one of them turned out to be this one! It was missing 4 pages, so I managed to talk the middle-aged Englishwoman at the counter down from 4 to 3 euros. “These pages missing: are they important?” I said. “Maybe,” she said, “I don’t know.” “Hmm,” I said, “don’t you think this should be 3 euros rather than 4? With the missing pages?” (I imagine S was smirking at me, at this point.) The cashier looked at me as if to say, “I can’t believe you’re quibbling over one euro…” but she said, “Okay. But don’t try to sell it back to me!” And I said, “Oh, I wouldn’t. Were you burned by this before?” She nodded and stuck my book in a plastic bag. Shortly after, power went out all over the city. S and I ate dinner at a garden restaurant in the dark, cats prowling about our feet.

The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

What can I say? I like Dickens. (Might as well say I like brussels sprouts, for some people.) The nice thing about Dickens, as travel reading, is that it has definite staying power. No finishing this one while sitting on the airplane, hours from any decent bookshop on either side. No trolling through depleted airport bookshops, despairing at the selection. Anyway, this is one of his earlier books. It’s rather episodic (having been written in serialized form, anyway) and follows the adventures of Pickwick, eponymous founder of his club, which is made up of ridiculous men–friends of Pickwick and basically failures at their chosen specialities, whether it be poet or sportsman or etc. The book is rather funny, but Pickwick’s imprisonment in the Fleet Prison is particularly moving. Specifically, his account of the poor debtors imprisoned there.

Rainbows End by Vernor Vinge

Near future science fiction which is, happily, not cyberpunky nor post-apocalyptic. A major theme is technology-induced generation gaps. That is, the kids are immersed in technology in ways in which the adults–particularly the elderly–find opaque and alien. More a showcase for pushing current technological trends out 15 years or so(?), Vinge does a nice job of exploring the social/societal ramifications of ubiquitous VR-esque computing; the threat of easily obtainable biological/chemical weapons; and the question of the library’s place in the future–perhaps the most overly optimistic piece of the book is that people would care so much about what happens to the printed books in libraries. Not the way things are trending, anyway. It was fun.

The Secret Society of Demolition Writers

I picked this up because of Aimee Bender. A pseudonymous collection of short stories. The book provided a list of its contributors, but neglected to indicate who wrote what. Hence, “secret”. The stories were fairly good. The two
memorable ones were about a safecracker who encounters the ghost of his future daughter and the story of a literary/academic rock star who induces one of her students to help her commit suicide.

The System of the World by Neal Stephenson

I only wish I had read this sooner! The third book of Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle, this concludes the series nicely. There’s so much in this book, that I have trouble singling out specific things to mention. Collectively, these three books form an amazing piece of work in its ideationaly and historical breadth. Highly recommended.

Thud! by Terry Pratchett

Is Pratchett’s health failing? Is he losing his touch? This book felt tired, specifically the first half of the book was filled with what seemed like half-hearted gags and character tropes. Which is unfortunate, because the book deals with long-term, historical strife between trolls and dwarves. (Providing many easy real-life parallels.) I noticed on the verso page that he co-wrote this book with Lynn Pratchett. It made me wonder. By the end of the book, it had picked up a fair amount of steam, but I couldn’t shake my initial uneasiness.

PKDick’s A Scanner Darkly: the book and the movie

A nice little essay on PKDick and his book A Scanner Darkly.

Arctor/Fred is the kind of protagonist your overlords would love you to be. Grandmother’s recipe for totalitarianism was systematic de-education, paranoid psychotic involution, Oxycontin and Chips Ahoy. What more cranial-rectal exchange could your masters desire than that you should squander your meager resources demolishing your mind, cognizant that you are doing so and miscalling it heroism?

I’m still not sure why I never got around to reading this one. Some day.