Category: General Fiction/Literature

Dusted Off: Recent Reads – Fiction

Okay, I realize my post last week on TV has probably got some of you thinking I’ve turned my brain completely off and become nothing but a tube watching vegetable. Never fear, am still literate. Here’s a quick sample of things I’ve been reading, just haven’t had the energy to write anything long on…

Boomsday by Christopher Buckley – I’ve read all but one or two of Buckley’s novels, and it’s fair to say he’s my favorite satirist. In Boomsday, he takes on the impending failure of Social Security (particularly timely as the first Baby Boomer applied for SS benefits this past week). Political blogger and PR rep Cassandra Devine (a disciple of a disciple of Thank You for Smoking‘s Nick Naylor), has dedicated her off-hours life to the issue. After accidentally inciting riots at retirement homes/golf courses, she proposes a plan for older Americans to help out their children and grandchildren by choosing to “transition” from this life to the next. In return for this, transitioners would receive large tax benefits. Throw this idea into a presidential campaign featuring a rich fire-brand, an incumbent overseeing too many foreign wars and a horrible economy, a prolife evangelist (who may or may not have killed his mother) and hilarity ensues.

Buckley’s novels tend to run away from him–he generally loses control (think those rickety coal carts at the end of Temple of Doom) towards the end. His last few novels have shown a lot of improvement in this area–and I think this is his best ending yet. Best novel he’s written–but the characters and satire aren’t his best (but they’re nothing to complain about, either). Give this one a B+/A-

The Deader the Better by G. M. Ford – The latest (last?) installment in the Leo Waterman series, is definitely the darkest. About half-way through this novel Leo stops going about this the way he normally does and instead assembles a team of criminals to start a major sting/blackmail operation. It bugged me while reading it, and by the time it was over, it bugged me a lot. I can’t really put my finger on it, but it didn’t feel like Leo, more like one of Spenser’s weaker escapades. The romantic subplot really worked for me, as did the b-plot with the runaway, but the A-plot…eh. I really hope that Ford gets back to this series so I can see how he’s going to take things with Leo’s love life–part of me is glad to see him risking the status quo; but the other part of me really likes Rebecca as a character, and I’d rather see more of her than less. But mostly I want to see if Ford continues to take this series in the darker direction this novel heads down (and his newer series seems to take), or if he lets Leo return to being Leo. Personally, I hope he takes the latter route–I miss the fun Elvis Cole (not that I totally mind the darker Elvis), don’t want to lose the fun Leo, too.

Falling Man by Don DeLillo – I really wanted to like this book–DeLillo’s one of my favorites. But this thing? Blah. This is DeLillo’s take on 9/11 and the aftermath. The scenes about the protagonist leaving the scene of the WTC attacks, and those showing how his son and his friends are reatcing to the attacks–those are really well done. And there were sentences, or paragraphs, that were great to read. But on the whole, this was a dreary novel, about dreary people reacting to horror in a dreary way. Worst thing I’ve read by him–which is strange, as many critics hail it as one of his best–who knows, maybe bluewoad’s rubbing off on me.

How to Talk to a Widower by Jonathan Tropper – Tropper delivers yet another fun novel about a young man dealing with death (and how often can you say that?). This time, Tropper’s protag married an older woman with a teenage son. A plane crash cuts short their life together and now the widower has to put his life without her together. Of course, the teenage son is a complication that he’s not ready for. Tropper’s characters frequently have a strong woman character as friend/love interest (no matter how taboo). This time a twin sister takes care of the friend part of the equation–and is one of the more interesting characters he’s created. The quirky disfunctional family is along for the ride–the father, of course, being the most screwed up (not that mom is that together). Tropper doesn’t miss a beat, hit a wrong note, or flub the rhythm once in this book. Charming, funny, bleak, and hopeful. Probably his best work to date.

Leepike Ridge by N. D. Wilson – Wilson proves that you don’t have to be named J. K. Rowling to write children’s fiction that’s worth reading if you’re over 13. Good, imaginative, adventure story. Wilson’s got a natural (genetic?) way with words, that he’s honed well–would likely be a pleasure to read even if the plot and characters were weak.

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer – This one’s a “Young Adult” novel, which again, puts me out of the target audience. Ooops. Actually, I think the target is teenage girls, so I’m really out of the target. Really don’t care. Meyer can tell a story. Even if the story is an implausible love story about a loner teen girl and a vampire whose Byronic personality is on loan from a Bronte novel. Probably one of the better vampire novels I’ve read (and I seem to be reading a lot of them lately for no apparent reason).

Dusted Off: Finished it

It’s better written than the last book. But, on the whole…humbug. Not sure if it’s a convoluted conspiracy tale wrapped up in an excuse to spout off about religion, or a bunch of religious hooey wrapped up in an excuse to write a convoluted conspiracy tale.

Gonna sit on that one a few days, do think I want to write some about this. Hopefully have something sort of different to offer.

Dusted Off: Just Shoot Me Now

Langdon stared at the picture, his horror now laced with fear. The image was gruesome and profoundly strange, bringing with it an unsettling sense of déjà vu. A little over a year ago, Langdon had received a photograph of a corpse and a similar request for help. Twenty-four hours later, he had almost lost his life inside Vatican City. This photo was entirely different, and yet something about the scenario felt disquietingly familiar.

I know the feeling.

Actually, Brown’s showing a greater degree of subtlety so far than I thought he was capable. Still, the first few chapters are disquietingly familiar–practically carbon copies of Angels & Demons

(don’t worry, after I vent my spleen about the aesthetic problems with this thing, I’ll hop on to an extended post about Brown and religion….which, y’know, nobody’s doing…)

Dusted Off: Permanently Suspended

Seventeen days later, and I’m finished. In my defense, I also had to prepare for a sermon, some bible study lessons, some Sunday School lessons, and 5 tests. No way should this have taken that long. As Chandler Bing once said, “I feel violated. And not in a good way.”

There’s this thing in literature, sort of a social contract between readers and writers, called the “suspension of disbelief.” It’s a willingness of a reader or viewer to suspend his or her critical faculties to the extent of ignoring minor inconsistencies so as to enjoy a work of fiction. For example we all agree to accept that a geek who was bitten by a radioactive spider, becomes a super-strong man who can stick to walls and things so we can enjoy the movie/comic. Or we all agree to accept that a mouse making motor noises could propel a toy vehicle. Or that Amber Valletta could be attracted to Kevin James. Or that William Shakespeare was literate. I could go on.

But this book pushes things too far. Just cannot accept pretty much any of it. It’s easier to believe that the Red Sox won the World Series within the last decade than it is to accept this plot. I won’t go into details…hate spoilers…but this is a mare’s nest of a story line.

And the writing, it has all of the panache and creativity of an episode of Hunter during its last year. From the torturous murder at the beginning to the “sexy” and “funny” scene at the end (if it’s ever filmed, Stephen J. Cannell’s name has to show up on the screen), it was enough to make me pull my hair out.

Here’s a sample of the genius that is Dan Brown:

The Vatican switchboard is located in the Ufficio di Communicazione behind the Vatican post office. It is a relatively small room containing an eight-line Corelco 141 switchboard. The office handles over 2,000 calls a day, most routed automatically to the recording information system.

Tonight, the sole communications operator on duty sat quietly sipping a cup of caffeinated tea. He felt proud to be one of only a handful of employees still allowed inside Vatican City tonight.

Do we need any of those things I underlined? This is a throw-away character. Nothing about him matters and he’ll not be seen again after the next page.

Towards the end of page 4 thru the top of page 6, we’re treated with a large “info drop” telling us everything we’re going to need to know about the protagonist. It’s like one of those scenes in Asimov where the newbie to the culture is told by a veteran everything about how a spaceship (or whatever) works. Now that’s kind of annoying, but at least there are characters interacting…maybe a little development or something. Here, nothing like that. Just the narrator telling us all sorts of nifty things about Langdon. Maddening.

Oh, and my question from day 1? “How did Dan Brown ever convince someone to publish this trite, tripe-filled, self-indulgent, first draft?” Still no idea. None at all.

And yet again contempt has driven me to a rant, not the review I set out to do. Sorry.

On to The Da Vinci Code–maybe you’ve heard of it.

oh yeah…SOUL PATROL! SOUL PATROL! SOUL PATROL!

Dusted Off: Started it for the 2nd Time

Gonna finish it, too. Good distraction from studies–and pretty good motivation to get back to work, ‘cuz I sure don’t want to spend too long in this thing. Here’s what I want to know: How did Dan Brown ever convince someone to publish this trite, tripe-filled, self-indulgent, first draft? Much less a sequel? Angels and Demons is just…bad.

I know, I know, I’m in the minority here. H. C. Contra Mundum, etc. Or people are just going to accuse me of not liking Brown ‘cuz I’m religious and therefore am against anyone who’s next book is going to be full of pot-shots at Christianity. Sorry, no. I assure you, on my Lolita-loving, Tarantino-adoring, Mark Leyner-relishing, Kevin Smith fan-boy honor–this is just poor writing. Ed Wood wouldn’t shoot this stuff.

I had a point when I started this…seem to have lost track of it. So pure is my hatred for this. Guess we’ll just chalk this one up to a random venting and move along.

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