I put down a book two days ago. Actually, I dropped it on accident and it landed on the floor, the book mark came out, and I haven't bothered to pick up the book since. I don't know why this is so hard for me to admit to myself and then act upon, but I just can't read high fantasy like I used to when I was a kid. I know this to be true, through and through, and yet I have to periodically reaffirm this assertion which has already been proven. I want to but I can't. I need to get my fix with cheap TV and "B" movies: they serve to hit me up with my dose of guilty pleasure, are just as painful, and are completed in a much much shorter time.
I do not think that my reading hiatus had anything to do with the book I was reading at the time that I went on break; it was merely coincidence that it happened to be fantasy. I was loving every part of the story; I don't think there was anything bad with the book; but something about 500 pages of 700 and three more books to go to finish the story just overwhelmed me to the point of running away despite my good intentions and enjoyment.
I can't do fantasy of this kind, and I'm vowing to never attempt to do so again.
I'm going to read Inkdeath and finish that series at some point in time. Not because I'm a completionist but for whatever reason that series has stuck with me. So long as the narrative doesn't prove too stiff, I'll keep at the Earthsea series. Other than that, I'll have to keep the fantasy novels I read to the contemporary kind: more Lev and Austin Grossman than Tad Williams; not because I feel one writer is better than another rather I just can't do the latter.
Fantasy short stories I can do because they usually have a more pointed and concentrated story to tell than the expansive stuff that makes me cringe.
I'm reading again, and I even seem to be blogging again, but don't expect too much fantasy commentary.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Torn Away by Jennifer Brown
"At this point, I could believe almost anything. People think a tornado drops down on a cow pasture or a trailer park and everything is fine. They never think about things like infected cuts and broken legs and old ladies crushed by air conditioners in their bathtubs. They never think about orphans." Page 176-177
Can't you feel the happy and positive energy exuding from the words above?
Jersey Cameron, survives an F5 tornado in her small town of Nowhere, Missouri. A great deal of other people in her town didn't; including her mother and sister. As is the norm for Jennifer Brown books what would seem like the climax happens on the first page and where the narrative ends up from there is the unique ride that is reading to the end of one of her novels.
So much of Jersey's identify is communicated so quickly in this leisurely reading three-hundred page book that I was winded after five pages. How's that so, you ask? Because on page one we are told everything in her life gets knocked off the planet by an F5 tornado. If getting five pages in was a rush, the rest of the book was exhausting.
The tornado takes everything about her life and identity away; absolutely everything. (And unless you've survived one of these horrible instances before, be prepared to be overwhelmed and humbled by how much 'everything' encompasses.) After the tornado takes her mother and sister, her house and her town, she watches it take everyone else that had been important in her life away in it's wake. There's no communication. None. There are missing people. Her friends are gone; the boy next door is gone1; her step-father finds himself incapacitated to do the duties of his station and be her parent2.
So she goes to live with her biological father, who she has never met or seen in a picture and things start to get really bad. Like, worse than a tornado bad… It's a bit of a Cinderella story. It's a bit of a coping with PTSD story. And in the oddest way, being a Cinderella PTSD person makes Jersey, and vicariously the reader, appreciate what they had even more, and to a higher degree, what's left. Even as a jaded, bitter "I know what's coming next" reader it's really, really hard to see any positive signs in Jersey's life, and yet as she has absolutely nothing, when she's willing to look it's not hard to find something positive because she's literally got nothing.
She has to start over, and she has to make do, and do the best she can with what's she's got, because as she's constantly reminded; she doesn't have options.
From having read two others, this absolutely felt like a book by Jennifer Brown and I love reading her novels and seeing her develop as a writer. (There were about twenty pages at the end I didn't like, but that was it.) In some ways Torn Away is a book that rehashes some of her old standby staples she always writes about, in other ways it's new and different. One issue I missed that I'm so accustomed to getting from her is how her protagonist deal with relationships. Jersey's story is easily Brown's most intimate of the novels I've read: everything is about, her her her her her. And that's not a bad thing, only I was surprised.
I'd always felt Brown's strongest quality lie in her interaction with characters: volatile Kendra and her mentally ill brother Grayson; guilt soaked Val vs herself, her family, her therapist and the world. Jersey is alone.
This isn't a light-hearted, easy, or fun book to read, nor is it difficult or a chore in anyway. It's sad and not in the 'this author is manipulating my emotions in a cheap way to get an effect' kinda way either. Things get bad and then progressively worse. I don't think Brown does 'happily ever after' endings. More like 'We've been through some shit and there's still more ahead, but I think you got it from here…' It was a very Sara Zarr like book. (How awesome of a thing was that to say?)
I've never once gotten the story I expected from the premises of a Jennifer Brown novel. She is amazing. I thoroughly enjoy her books. I hope I never get what I expect from a Jennifer Brown novel.
2) Ronnie, was easily the most oddly sympathetic character I'd ever come across. Bizarre in every way. Even as he's kicking Jersey out of his life, and she is begging him to let her take care of him she forgives him. It's a character like this that makes me say, "Wow… Brown looked into to how tornados effect people more than even she wanted too…" Ronnie. Wow.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Big News!
Today, I read a book.
Well, I should say, "Today, I finished a book." I book I started yesterday no less. I wasn't expecting this announcement to shake up the world, but it's big new to me considering I hadn't read a book in months.
Even better news: the book was awesome and I've written up comments for your intent perusal.
Stay tuned.
Well, I should say, "Today, I finished a book." I book I started yesterday no less. I wasn't expecting this announcement to shake up the world, but it's big new to me considering I hadn't read a book in months.
Even better news: the book was awesome and I've written up comments for your intent perusal.
Stay tuned.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Back-ish, by Popular Demand
I'm only working two jobs now; that's down by one from a few weeks ago. Reading has kinda gone on hiatus in favor of sleep. I haven't had the frame of mind or energy to sit down and read in a while. Hopefully that will change, but I really don't see it happening until next year or so. Whenever I do sit down to read I think I'll be looking at a lot of small or smallish books that go by at a quick pace to help me get a sense of completion.
It's not so much a reading funk and certainly not that I've run out of books of interest. Hell, I've got a book by Nicole Krauss at home from the library that I haven't read, and she's my favorite writer ever, that I haven't found the strength to even start.
But in the realm of starting to read again, and short things that go by quickly, I do have a copy of Jennifer Brown's newest novel, Torn Away. It's never taken me more than a few days to get through her books and they are consistently awesome (so I assume; there are two that I'm kinda staying away from...). So I may find some time in the coming days to knock this out. I also want to finish whatever the name of the book by Tad Williams that I was reading a month ago. I got about half way through it and was actually enjoying it, but then fizzled out on reading energy.
Not to say 'I'm back' and reading like normal, but I haven't fallen off the planet either.
It's not so much a reading funk and certainly not that I've run out of books of interest. Hell, I've got a book by Nicole Krauss at home from the library that I haven't read, and she's my favorite writer ever, that I haven't found the strength to even start.
But in the realm of starting to read again, and short things that go by quickly, I do have a copy of Jennifer Brown's newest novel, Torn Away. It's never taken me more than a few days to get through her books and they are consistently awesome (so I assume; there are two that I'm kinda staying away from...). So I may find some time in the coming days to knock this out. I also want to finish whatever the name of the book by Tad Williams that I was reading a month ago. I got about half way through it and was actually enjoying it, but then fizzled out on reading energy.
Not to say 'I'm back' and reading like normal, but I haven't fallen off the planet either.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Stuck in the Middle of a Big-Ass Book...
And I couldn't be more excited about it!
Now if I said the same thing last week, I'd have been talking about Curse of the Lonely Wolf Girl; which was both a big-ass book and so much of a direct sequel as to have nothing of interest going on. But now, I'm in the middle of Shadowmarch by Tad Williams: and its awesome.
I'm absolutely raving about epic fantasy and I didn't think I'd ever do that again considering my most recent reading failures in the genre. I can't wait to 'talk about' this book!
It's eight hundred pages long and I'm at four hundred twenty. So while I am at the middle the 'stuck' is only in reference to the fact that making progress reading a book this size is difficult to visibly measure.
Never fear; I'm reading. Soon I'll be blogging about what I'm reading. I'm in the middle of something good and I'm going to revel in it for however long it takes to get to the end.
Now if I said the same thing last week, I'd have been talking about Curse of the Lonely Wolf Girl; which was both a big-ass book and so much of a direct sequel as to have nothing of interest going on. But now, I'm in the middle of Shadowmarch by Tad Williams: and its awesome.
I'm absolutely raving about epic fantasy and I didn't think I'd ever do that again considering my most recent reading failures in the genre. I can't wait to 'talk about' this book!
It's eight hundred pages long and I'm at four hundred twenty. So while I am at the middle the 'stuck' is only in reference to the fact that making progress reading a book this size is difficult to visibly measure.
Never fear; I'm reading. Soon I'll be blogging about what I'm reading. I'm in the middle of something good and I'm going to revel in it for however long it takes to get to the end.
Friday, March 14, 2014
SHAZAAM!
As to not deprive my massive readership any longer I figured I'd post some examples of what I'm reading since I'm not posting about what I've read.
The General Law of Oblivion
Mr. Proust called it: the beloved gone so long
you forget what he/she looks like,
no matter portraits, photos, or memory,
which is the best tool for forgetting.
Though one cannot deny
its genius, Mr Proust's prose
kills me, it loops
me over and out. Is it just French novelist
who don't know how to end
a sentence and so love the semicolon ("the period
that leaks") they can't write two lines
without one? And I am so godamned tired
of hearing about that cookie!
As if he were the first (first fish were!) to notice
the powers of the olfactory! But
about the General Law of Oblivion
he had it zeroed: "It breaks my heart
that I am going to forget you," he said
in a last letter to a friend.
The length and music of that sentence
is perfect, in English or in French.
#
Put the Bandage on the Sword and Not the Wound
It must hurt, too, the sword, heated to red (exactly: burnt
orange) hot, beaten and beaten, hard,
by a strong arm
and a hammer
up and down its long body, plunged
in icy water,
then beaten again
and the grinding, the awful grinding
of stone on steel
before the thick and bitter taste of blood
on its lip.
#
Midmorning,
accompanied by bees
banging the screen,
blind to it between them
and the blooms
on the sill, I turn pages,
just as desperate as they
to get where I am going.
Earlier, I tried to summon
my nervous friend,
a hummingbird, with sugar
water. The ants go there first.
Now, one shrill bird
makes its noise too often,
too close: ch-pecha, ch-pecha-pecha.
If he'd eat the caterpillars
)in sizes S to XXL!) eating my tomatoes,
we could live as neighbors, but
why can't he keep quiet
like the spiders and snakes?
I spoke to an exterminator
once who said he'd poison
birds but he didn't want me
to write about it. I have not
until now, and now starts up
that black genius, the crow,
who is answered by the blue
bully, the ubiquitous, the utterly
American, jay.
#
Three poems from Thomas Lux's (did I do that right? The 'x' apostrophe thing looks odd and even sounds funny.) God Particles.
You're welcome. :)
(Three poems and a smiley face?! Wow, I'm being super generous today.)
The General Law of Oblivion
Mr. Proust called it: the beloved gone so long
you forget what he/she looks like,
no matter portraits, photos, or memory,
which is the best tool for forgetting.
Though one cannot deny
its genius, Mr Proust's prose
kills me, it loops
me over and out. Is it just French novelist
who don't know how to end
a sentence and so love the semicolon ("the period
that leaks") they can't write two lines
without one? And I am so godamned tired
of hearing about that cookie!
As if he were the first (first fish were!) to notice
the powers of the olfactory! But
about the General Law of Oblivion
he had it zeroed: "It breaks my heart
that I am going to forget you," he said
in a last letter to a friend.
The length and music of that sentence
is perfect, in English or in French.
#
Put the Bandage on the Sword and Not the Wound
It must hurt, too, the sword, heated to red (exactly: burnt
orange) hot, beaten and beaten, hard,
by a strong arm
and a hammer
up and down its long body, plunged
in icy water,
then beaten again
and the grinding, the awful grinding
of stone on steel
before the thick and bitter taste of blood
on its lip.
#
Midmorning,
accompanied by bees
banging the screen,
blind to it between them
and the blooms
on the sill, I turn pages,
just as desperate as they
to get where I am going.
Earlier, I tried to summon
my nervous friend,
a hummingbird, with sugar
water. The ants go there first.
Now, one shrill bird
makes its noise too often,
too close: ch-pecha, ch-pecha-pecha.
If he'd eat the caterpillars
)in sizes S to XXL!) eating my tomatoes,
we could live as neighbors, but
why can't he keep quiet
like the spiders and snakes?
I spoke to an exterminator
once who said he'd poison
birds but he didn't want me
to write about it. I have not
until now, and now starts up
that black genius, the crow,
who is answered by the blue
bully, the ubiquitous, the utterly
American, jay.
#
Three poems from Thomas Lux's (did I do that right? The 'x' apostrophe thing looks odd and even sounds funny.) God Particles.
You're welcome. :)
(Three poems and a smiley face?! Wow, I'm being super generous today.)
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Month in Review
As far as reading is concerned a lot more got done this month than last. I finished The Name of The Rose which freed up reading energy to dedicate to other things. Divergent was probably my favorite book of the month despite all it's quarks. The runner up to the month's favorite was The Best American Poetry American Poetry 2006 edited by Billy Collins. This particular volume was far more inviting than other installments I'd read in the series. I felt anyone could pick up the collection and enjoy the majority of what was their without having to know a secret password, handshake, or offer a blood sacrifice. I'm looking forward to checking out many of the authors whose works were included. I read a collection by Collins, Horoscopes For The Dead, and somewhat surprisingly, it did nothing for me. At all. I'll certainly be checking out other collections he's edited and I'll probably give his own poetry another try at a later date. One Of Those Hideous Books Where The Mother Dies and The Lucy Variations rounded out my reading for the month.
So in terms of published words, I read five times as many books as last month. That at least sounds good.
I can't find my previous draft of this post and I can't remember all that I wanted to talk about. The only other issue that comes to mind was coming across a lot of articles dealing with gender 'isms' in retail representation of books. I think Marion's thoughts are universally upheld if only (sadly) wholly ignored in retail presentation. Don't be fooled by this title "I Don't Need no Women in my Fantasy" about 'isms' in fiction. Fair warning: it was writen by a man. There's more than trace amounts of whining in this article and complaining about 'the media' and, essentially something as pathetic as 'The Man.' There is also some mind-blowing statistics and revelations presented and you should definitely read the full articles attached within the article I've linked to. Here's the pile-on argument stating more of the same (of which I've the exact same experience though in music publishing.)
And finally this post on Fantasy-Faction about the Hugo awards and their host this year; best summed up by So @wossy has stepped down from hosting the Hugos at #Loncon3. Great to see that genre folk hate rudeness but are fine with cyber bullying. I imagine Neil Gaiman and the awards committee throwing their hands in the air and saying, "F--- it…"
So in terms of published words, I read five times as many books as last month. That at least sounds good.
I can't find my previous draft of this post and I can't remember all that I wanted to talk about. The only other issue that comes to mind was coming across a lot of articles dealing with gender 'isms' in retail representation of books. I think Marion's thoughts are universally upheld if only (sadly) wholly ignored in retail presentation. Don't be fooled by this title "I Don't Need no Women in my Fantasy" about 'isms' in fiction. Fair warning: it was writen by a man. There's more than trace amounts of whining in this article and complaining about 'the media' and, essentially something as pathetic as 'The Man.' There is also some mind-blowing statistics and revelations presented and you should definitely read the full articles attached within the article I've linked to. Here's the pile-on argument stating more of the same (of which I've the exact same experience though in music publishing.)
And finally this post on Fantasy-Faction about the Hugo awards and their host this year; best summed up by So @wossy has stepped down from hosting the Hugos at #Loncon3. Great to see that genre folk hate rudeness but are fine with cyber bullying. I imagine Neil Gaiman and the awards committee throwing their hands in the air and saying, "F--- it…"
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