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Book Review- Diary of a Bad Year by JM Coetzee

Monday, February 1st, 2010

diary of a bad yearI got this book a week or so ago from my new favorite (used!) bookstore, BookThugNation.  I had gotten this along with several others…how can you not buy a lot of books when they are so good and used and cheap?

This is the first book that I’ve read by Coetzee, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2003, and I am smitten.  The book is thoroughly engaging on so many levels so I never felt as if I was settling for less than an incredibly good book.  First, the premise…the main part of the book is told by a narrator who happens to be an author.  This author has been asked to contribute to a book that will be called Strong Opinions. This gives the narrator the freedom to talk about anything he chooses, from torture to political systems to photography to birds.   The observations are astute and direct without ever seeming to be dogmatic.  The ‘Strong Opinions’ take up the top 1/3 to 1/2 of each page.

Below the section of strong opinions is the section that is the author’s personal voice.  This is more of his day-to-day interactions, although most of this section is made up of his thoughts and conversations with a woman from his building complex that he has hired to be the typist for his Strong Opinions.

The third and bottom section is reserved for Anya, the typist.  This section is made up of her observations, either of what she is typing or of the author.  This section is often filled with her conversations and disagreements with her boyfriend.

It’s a fascinating structure for a book and the sections have their own speed to them.  There is the high-minded section at the top of the page that requires more concentration which plays off of the quicker reads of the lower sections.  The tension that forms by constantly trying to decide which way to read to read the book (by finishing a page or a section first) is a unique and welcome feeling in reading.  So often, I’ve found that books completely neglect conceptual aspects of the reading experience and settle for a linear narrative.  This may sound like an annoying feature in a book but it seemed to me to mirror real life in the way that it is sometimes easier to focus on such weighty topics of morals and ethics, but one still has the daily life to lead.  The two lower sections of the pages were like brief escapes from seriousness, but because those sections were often discussing the top section, I could also see the interplay between personal/private, individual/society, and so on. It was fascinating without being overly stylized or flashy.

I loved the book and this apparently isn’t even one of Coetzee’s best books.  I highly recommend it and look forward to reading his others.

Book Review: Eat. Pray. Love.

Friday, January 8th, 2010

Okay, so I’m a bit late to this game since the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, already has a follow-up, but maybe there’s still hope to dissuade anyone else from reading this.  Memoirs are tricky under the best of circumstances, but I was game to give it a go.  Who doesn’t love a story of personal redemption?  For those that don’t know about the subject matter, Gilbert got a divorce then spent a year traveling.  She spent 4 months in Italy (the ‘eat’ part), 4 months in India (the ‘pray’ part) and 4 months in Indonesia (you got it, the ‘love’ part).  To give you an idea of the revelatory depth or lack thereof in this book, Gilbert makes the point that all of these countries start with the letter ‘I’ (and oh my gosh, she writes her memoir in first person, too!!!) as if it was a cosmic sign that this year abroad had a massively higher purpose than mere coincidence could possibly have.

So, I made it through the Italy part and through a few sections of the India part until I could no longer force myself to care.  Even in the Italy part, I had extreme misgivings about her, uh, let’s just call it adherence to accuracy.  I have clever friends.  I have very very smart friends.  I have extremely witty and sensitive friends, but the amount of clever quips attributed to her own friends is staggering to me.  It was as if each of her friends was a veritable ’self-help’ manual unto him/herself, always ready with just the right anecdote at just the right time to give her just the right amount of comfort.  Oh, and then there’s the wisdom that she attributes to strangers, too.  I don’t buy it.

My patience wore out in the India section with the introduction of Richard from Texas.  He had apparently been praying for years for an open heart.  Who could guess that he’d one day have open heart surgery?  Wow, I never saw that one coming but thankfully Gilbert included the morality lesson along with it for us all to watch what we pray for because otherwise that insight may have been lost…

This actually brings me to the biggest criticism of the book, well, aside from ultimately not caring so much about the main character which is a shame for a memoir: I kept thinking that Gilbert and anyone who helped with this book just thought that women were not very bright. Or resilient. Or secure.  That made me a little sad.

Book Review- My Booky Wook by Russell Brand

Monday, April 27th, 2009


(I’m still using my kindle and still really love it.)
Russell Brand is a British comedian/entertainer. I saw him on Graham Norton a couple of months ago and was really impressed with his routine, his get-up, his spunk. It was the first that I had seen or heard of him and I thought he was eccentric and funny, like someone who needed to be watched closely because he was sure to be treasure chest of witticisms and edgy humor. So, when I saw his memoir on my kindle list, I thought ‘Sure. That’s bound to be a bundle of fun.’ His story is compelling: former addict (not just to drugs), dysfunctional family, dark sordid past and so on. I can be a sucker for these circuitous stories of redemption. A lot of people are, I guess, because there are so many of these books available. I’m now maybe 40% finished with this book and I simply can’t read anymore of it. It is so completely uninteresting. Sure, once in a while there will be a clever turn of phrase that I make a note to try to remember, but aside from that, it’s as if this memoir somewhere jumped the shark. Even though there are quite a few ‘revelations’ in the book, I keep getting the feeling like there’s no meat to the content. (Yes, Russell Brand has been a vegetarian for years, so there’s that…yawn…) It’s as if, even with all of his tales of sexual exploits and getting high, the book still seems remarkably sanitized. Maybe sanitized isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s simply predictable which is kinda worse, in my opinion. I’m not going to finish reading this unless I’m stuck on a desert island with an endless supply of battery-power for my kindle. And even then, I would be hard-pressed to call it entertaining.