I can't skip this post for June since I actually, ya know…, read some stuff. Not a lot but some and considering my recent reading dry spell we'll take 'some' over nothing.
I read Torn Away at the start of the month and finished it so quickly that if feels like a year since I read it! I also loved the book--which I kinda knew I would before I started reading. With only a month since I finished, I can already say that it hasn't stuck with me the way Perfect Escape has. And while I think it would be foolish to say Jennifer Brown has already written her best book, I would tell anyone who wanted to get into Brown to do so, but save Perfect Escape for last or last--ish.
Today, I finished The Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon. If you've read my blog before, you know I love Chabon. So how did his first novel go over with me? To quote the much more literarily expressive than I Marion Deeds, I finished reading and said, "Huh?"
I got both the book and what he was trying to express or communicate, but if I read the book and didn't know it was Chabon I never would have ever guessed that he wrote it. It's good, and not because it's dated but I'm sure it was even better when it first came out twenty years ago. There were a few beautiful passages and descriptions that are shades of who he would later become, but none of the characters felt grounded. I didn't mind all the characters being a caricature of themselves (or at least that's how they came off to me) or super pretentious and knowing I'd never hang out with these people in real life, but what killed me is they weren't real. None of them felt like flesh and blood beings. They were great vessels for ideas and living embodiment of concepts and ideals but that was all.
I love Michael Chabon and I'll read anything he writes (no, seriously; I will.) but all I'll say about this book is, "A writer and change/develop/grow a lot in twenty years."
I'm still about halfway through Better Living Through Plastic Explosives it's great but not really what I'm feeling right now. I may read the remaining stories at a later point in time to appreciate them more than my current stupor will allow.
Since I'm blogging again, I wish the google sidebar thing where I post my 'most recent commentaries' links worked like it used to… Oh well. Also, I've been giving a lot of though to re-reading stuff. I've been doing so, as so many of the new-to-me-books I've picked up as of late have been misses that I'm thinking, 'Why not revisit the good stuff?'
I think I'll make a list, not merely of books I liked but ones that I really feel would benefit from a second (or third) visit and then after doing so I'll see if the idea of reading what's on the list still seems appealing or if I need to keep forging ahead.
Nonetheless, I'm reading again which feels good. Scouring my shelves for more quick and dirty; fast and easy stuff for right now i.e. not Garcia-Marquez, Krauss, or Fowles which is the kinda stuff I own that is staring at me. I think it's helped me that I'm not setting reading goals a month in advance like I usually do. When I'm on a roll, doing so is a motivator and helps me read even more, but when I'm not, the opposite is also true.
Lev Grossman's new book is out in August…