Worst Sequel Ever: A Partial Review of Caleb Carr’s The Angel of Darkness (by Bethany)

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This review died when I couldn’t think of a third historical personage who is a character in the novel. I like my appositives to come in threes.

P.S. When I ran a Google Images search for the cover image of this book, all that popped up were a couple thousand cover images of The Alienist. Finally I found this one teeny tiny image. Even the internet is embarrassed that this book exists. 

Back in October I read Caleb Carr’s The Alienist and pretty much put my life on hold as I absorbed its compelling cast of characters, well-painted historical setting, and the many grisly details of its tortuous plot. The Alienist is a historical mystery of the highest order: not great literature by any means, but engrossing and thought-provoking. Like most good historical fiction, The Alienist provides a Point A to match the Point B of our present day, and one of its primary purposes is to show some of the ways that our familiar world has evolved to be the way it is.

For that reason, I was excited to read The Angel of Darkness, which is a sequel to The Alienist and features the same central cast of characters. I’m actually surprised that I lasted as long as I did without reading it. I was also shocked – and I don’t think this is too strong of a word at all – by how poor the quality of this novel is compared to that of its predecessor. None of the strengths of Carr’s earlier novel are present here, and I did spend considerable time wondering if one novel or the other (presumably this one – I am willing to give Carr the benefit of the doubt) was ghostwritten. This book is terrible. Characters that were multi-dimensional in The Alienist are crudely drawn caricatures in The Angel of Darkness. Plot strands that should be integrated are strung together clumsily and loosely. The use of historical personages – Theodore Roosevelt, Elizabeth Cady Stanton,

Even If I Do Say So Myself, This is Funny: A Partial Review of Nina Revoyr’s Wingshooters (by Bethany)

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Sunrise, Sunset, and all that (and – oh, yeah – a Review of Nina Revoyr’s Wingshooters – by Bethany)

This novel just screams ‘ninth grade English’ – and I don’t mean that to be the insult that it perhaps seems. Remember that I’m a former high school English teacher and department chair, and I have devoted serious hours of my life to shaping a ninth grade curriculum. Having done so, though, I am aware that if one isn’t careful, it is very easy to fall into the trap of creating a ninth grade English class that might as well be called ‘Coming of Age around the World.’ Hey look, kids, we might as well be saying, Jews come of age! Chinese people come of age, and so do Mexicans and Native Americans and tribal Africans and Russians and Aborigines and Pakistani immigrants to the United Kingdom and ancient Greeks. Hell, even affluent white Americans occasionally make it past Kohlberg’s Stage One, as illustrated by the novels of John Knowles.

It’s like that ‘It’s a Small World’ ride, except that all the little puppets are having their period.

I’m So Sorry to Inflict This on You: A Partial Review of Elizabeth Strout’s Amy and Isabelle (by Bethany)

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This partial review will give you a glimpse of what the inside of my brain looks like a good 40% of the time. I hope it doesn’t give you a headache.

One of the theories that I would like to spend some time investigating someday is how the invention of the video camera and the widespread propagation of film changed the way people write fiction. Two years ago, I taught a cross-cultural film studies class and learned some basics about the history of film technology, and of course I have long known that the development of film roughly corresponds with that movement in literature and art that we call Modernism – the questioning of received tradition and increased secularism in response to the destruction of World War I and the advent of new ideas in biology, psychology, and other fields. I also know that the use of a camera lens as a metaphor for various techniques of reading and writing – the “critical lens,” various strategies for conveying point of view, etc. – is nothing new. But as I read Elizabeth Strout’s Amy and Isabelle, I was constantly struck by the way this is a novel about the tension between the interior and the exterior, and that Strout consistently uses cinematic techniques to reveal her characters’ limited abilities to reconcile what they can see and hear with what they can only access internally through intuition, imagination, intellect, and memory.

This novel is written with tremendous skill and subtlety. The opening chapter, which takes place

This novel uses point of view to probe the question of where a mother ends and her daughter begins.

In some ways, this is a novel without a protagonist. Isabelle and Amy Goodrow – a mother-daughter pair living a fairly isolated, circumscribed life in the town of Shirley Falls, Maine – are both central characters from whose point of view parts of the novel are told, but at times the point of view also shifts toward the women who work in Isabelle’s office and to other individuals who know or observe Amy and Isabelle. Strout continually reminds her readers that no individual is capable of telling a reliable story.

The novel begins on a tense, hot summer day. Amy has just begun working in her mother’s office

“It was terribly hot that summer Mr. Robertson left town, and for a long while the river seemed dead. Just a dead brown snake of a thing lying flat through the center of town, dirty yellow foam collecting at its edge… [with a] gagging, sulfurous smell” (3)

“how the sky was never blue, how it seemed instead that a dirty gauze bandage had been wrapped over the town” (3)

Plagues of Egypt

“eventually the women ran out of steam, sitting at their big wooden desks with their legs slightly apart, lifting the hair from the back of their necks” (4)

Isabelle “stood apart” (4)

Amy’s “haphazardly” short haircut (5)

Both Amy and Isabelle have eyes that register a look of “tentative surprise” (5)

“To Amy it seemed as though a black line connected them, nothing bigger than something drawn with a pencil, perhaps, but a line that was always there” (5-6)

Fat Bev – constipated, smoking

Dottie Brown – hysterectomy

“She didn’t know that a grown-up woman would talk about her bowels so comfortably. This, in particular, made Amy realize how differently from other people she and her mother lived.

At the outset Amy views herself as 100% her mother’s offspring. If Isabelle is a snob, Amy must be one too. By the ending she recognizes that she is related to people that her mother is not related to.

Women in office talk about having sex, not wanting to have sex, wishing Dottie’s husband would just masturbate, being dry after a hysterectomy

Brown paper bags – lunch bags at the mill office, Amy’s sanitary napkin, Amy’s hair

p. 9 after page break – “But Isabelle had her story.” The narrative voice is bored, almost weary

Isabelle “needed a good roll in the hay to loosen her up” (10)

SECRETS

Masking/disguising – when Bev asks Amy why she cut her hair, Isabelle is nearby putting on makeup

Stacy’s pregnancy that is both timed and revealed as if it were Amy’s pregnancy

Isabelle’s face “was tilted on the end of her long neck, like some kind of garter snake” (13)

Isabelle assumes that Stacy’s father is crazy because he is a psychology professor

“The edge of hatred” in Isabelle’s voice when she speaks to Amy – what is the POV here? (15)

pp. 15-16 – leaving Amy at the babysitter – their relationship was a silent one even then

Creamer that reminds Isabelle of her mother

Signs of social class – religions, sides of the river, color of house

Amy “heard her mother fart” – no privacy – 21

Robertson – substitute math teacher

“Amy’s earliest memory of guilt” (34) was when strangers asked her where she got her hair – Isabelle was uncomfortable because Amy’s hair is a tangible reminder of her father

Hair as a symbol of power/femininity

Isabelle: “If she looked attractive too often, people might expect it and then notice all the more that, really, she was not” (35)

Isabelle wanting a husband – fantasizing about Avery Clark

“There were many nights over the past years when Isabelle, having trouble falling asleep, would picture herself lying in a hospital bed while Avery Clark sat next to her, a look of worry on his aging face… Last night she had been shot in a robbery, the bullet narrowly missing her heart…” (36-7)

Bev – she smokes and eats because life is dull and she needs something to look forward to – when she was younger she looked forward to sex

Amy too shy to even say whether she is getting a cold

p. 41 – Bev thinking about the ache or emptiness inside her

Amy was horrified by puberty – period, breast development

Debby Kay Dorne – 12 year-old girl who went missing – Amy later finds her in the trunk of a car

Isabelle’s attempts to read the classics – being horrified when she mispronounces Yeats

Eating popcorn and watching a movie about giving birth –

“His secret parts – oh, the incredible privacy of them, moist and warm at the very inner tops of his legs. There were times when Isabelle pictured this part of him as it would be in a state of excitement; but now she saw it in its complacency, moist and warm and pale tucked up there in his undershorts” (206)

p. 207 – Isabelle hates Amy for having the sexual gratification that Isabelle feels she will never have again

The fact that both Amy and Isabelle were seduced and abandoned by older men

UFO “appearing” to Dottie

Principal having an affair with Linda – even an established authority figure is horribly awkward in romantic situations

River – fate/free will

In which Jill takes a break from high quality literature to read tripe: my review of Charlaine Harris’ Dead Ever After, the last Sookie Stackhouse novel

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My book list for 2013 is much shorter than it has been in years past.  But then I’ve also read some really long books this year.  Really long, dense, wonderful books.  I’ve missed those books you can get through in a few days, though I haven’t necessarily missed reading books of minimal to no redeeming literary value.  But you know what?  Reading Dead Ever After this week was so fun.  Nice and easy and contemporary.  Say what you will about Sookie Stackhouse’s narrative voice (and believe me I’ve said plenty), she is engaging and moves a story along.

I was hopeful that Charlaine Harris would end the series strong, as the past couple entries have been a bit shaky.  I blame HBO.  And I was generally pleased with this book, though I have to qualify my enjoyment a bit: I’ve learned to expect less of these books than I did when I started reading them a few years ago.  Here’s the gist of the plot.  Someone is out to kill Sookie Stackhouse!  And no one knows who it is!  Sookie is wrongfully accused of a crime and sent to jail!  All of her old lovers and friends show up to help clear her name!  The rightful perpetrator is captured!  Sookie has crazy sex with her new boyfriend!  She gets kidnapped right when you think everything has been said and done!  She is rescued by her new boyfriend!  The end!  That’s basically it.  This was not the best book in the series, but I think it was definitely better than the last two.  The mystery was more interesting to me this time around, and it was nice revisit characters who haven’t been around much in the past few books, both good and evil.  I hate to admit it, but I didn’t remember all of the bad guys from prior novels until Charlaine/Sookie prompted me a bit.  Obviously I remembered Steve Newlin and Copely Carmichael, and Arlene, but Johan was a hazy memory at best.

I was just reading some reviews on Amazon, and to the people who said that they were shocked that Sookie ended up with Sam, come on.  I’ve known for at least two books that that was going to happen.  Right around the time Sookie started getting sick of the vampire/supe universe and when she started having baby envy, I knew she was never going to end up with Eric or Bill.  And for the record, Charlaine Harris, I don’t need to be told every ten pages that Sookie is a Christian.  She’s from rural Louisiana.  Of course she is a Christian.  And here’s another thing.  Just because you got sick of vampires and Weres (I’m pretty sure that’s where Sookie’s aversion came from), don’t make your main character hate them too.  I can understand Sookie being tired after all the years of drama.  But don’t make them the bad guys and the human world where Sookie belongs.  They all hated her for her peculiarities for years before the supes came along.  Don’t you remember?  She was an outcast.  She found acceptance with the weirdos and freaks.

I have other thoughts about Sookie’s love life, in particular where Eric is concerned.  Mainly, this: Eric was always going to take care of Eric.  How is that a surprise to anyone?  Yes, he loves Sookie.  But to be the consort to the Queen of Oklahoma is a huge career move for him.  How could he turn that down, really?  It did bother me that Eric (and pretty much all the vampires, now that I think about it.  Especially Pam.  I love Pam.) wasn’t really around in this book, because I like him too, but never really trusted him.  Just like Sookie never really trusted him.  Don’t you think she would have told him about her cousin Hunter if she did?  And who knows?  Maybe Eric has a plan to get out of his arranged marriage.  Or maybe not. He’s a vampire.  Two hundred years isn’t more than a blink of an eye to him.

I really don’t want to dedicate any more time to this book.  It’s just not worth it.  I did enjoy it, though the more I think about it the more I find things that bother me, which is the main reason why I am going to conclude this review earlier than I normally would.  The Sookie Stackhouse series has been a constant in my life since 2008, and I will miss visiting Sookie and the rest of the gang in Bon Temps.  I consider True Blood on HBO to be Sookie, etc. in a parallel universe, so it’s not really the same.  It’s better in some ways, but also worse.  And I still haven’t finished watching last season, and the new season starts on Sunday.  Will I read other Charlaine Harris books?  Probably not.  What I loved about these books was the comingling of vampires and witches and werewolves with regular humans in a universe where everyone knew everything about the supernatural world (or most everything).  I liked the setting.  I think that Harris is sick of “monsters,” hence the focus on the human characters, or at least the living ones, in this book.  Any future efforts of hers will probably be more human-based.  I don’t like her writing enough to read her books just because they are hers.  I need the undead to pique my interest.

 

This Book Was All About Me: a Partial Review of Simon Lelic’s A Thousand Cuts (by Bethany)

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I’m sure that if I had finished this review, sooner or later I would have mentioned the book.

The phrase ‘adult bullying’ makes this problem sound like something official – something in league with adult-onset diabetes and adult acne and adult ADD and adult diapers. I’ve spent my entire adult life in schools, and I can tell you that there is nothing that separates adult bullying from the kinds of bullying kids do. It is in our capacity for cruelty that we never grow up. In my life, I have been the bully and the victim. I’ve been the bystander who defends the victim and I’ve been the bystander who tells the victim to just suck it up. More times than I’m proud of, I’ve been the bystander who did nothing. I’ve seen kids bully kids and kids bully adults and adults bully kids and adults bully other adults. The wires of bullying cross all social boundaries we construct. I have served on prep-school judicial committees that heard bullying cases. I have been part of the process of expelling bullies from school. For three years I studied martial arts at a school where we spent serious time discussing the psychology of violence and harassment and the endless ways that human beings assert dominance over one another. As a summer camp administrator, I once called a parent to discuss the fact that her son was being disciplined for bullying and heard her burst out laughing. “You don’t understand,” she said. “Our son has been bullied every school day of his life since the first grade. He’s in a new environment and he must have seen the opportunity to turn the tables and he grabbed it. Of course I don’t approve of it. Of course it’s not OK. But at the same time it’s just – ” she groped for words “– it’s just so, so wonderful.”

I’ve spent my whole life around bullies without ever coming to any conclusions. It’s as if I’ve earned a Ph.D in the subject of human cruelty without ever writing a dissertation.

A Review of Orson Scott Card’s Speaker for the Dead (by Bethany)

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A couple of months ago I read Ender’s Game on the recommendation of a ten year-old whose taste I have come to trust. He said it was his second-favorite book, right after The Swiss Family Robinson. I read it over the course of a weekend and – well – it was one of those books that felt lonely to me, lonely because it had been waiting so long for me to read it. Ender’s Game was hardly lonely, of course, since it’s widely read among adults and children alike, but I felt an immediate and strong kinship with it. Of course I would like to explain that kinship to you at epic length – and at least parts of it would probably be relatively interesting – but this isn’t a review of Ender’s Game. Back in April, I wasn’t in the mood to slow down to write reviews. I was charging toward my goal of 135 books before June 2. I didn’t make it, but that’s OK. I’ve released myself from the final year of what was supposed to be a five-year reading challenge, and for at least the rest of this year, if not longer, I’ll just be reading at my own pace and maybe also developing some of my other interests that don’t involve staring at the printed page.

But back to Speaker for the Dead. One of the hardest things to understand if you are new to this series is the relationship between Ender’s Game and its many sequels. Here’s the short explanation, which I gained by reading Card’s introductions to several of his novels: Ender’s Game was originally written and published as a short story in 1977. Several years later, Card got the idea for Speaker for the Dead – a sequel – which would only make sense if Ender’s Game were extended into a novel. So he published the novel Ender’s Game in 1984, followed shortly thereafter by Speaker for the Dead, Xenocide, and Children of the Mind. These books were all well-received, except by the legions of children who had read Ender’s Game and weren’t happy with the more adult perspective in these novels. So Card decided to write Ender’s Shadow, a so-called “companion book,” which retells Ender’s Game from the point-of-view of one of its minor characters. I thought this was a terrible idea at first and just assumed that Card was looking for some fast income – but, in fact, Ender’s Shadow is terrific. My ten year-old friend described it perfectly: “It’s not as good as a book, but in some ways it’s even more interesting.”

Isn’t he smart? I was impressed by his ability to distinguish between a book’s content and its artistic integrity, and I agreed with him one hundred percent. We should all have such astute ten year-old friends.

Ender’s Shadow then spawned four direct sequels: Shadow of the Hegemon, Shadow Puppets, Shadow of the Giant, and Shadows in Flight, plus Ender in Exile, which in terms of its plot seems more like a direct sequel to Ender’s Game, except that this novel would be impossible for a reader to understand and follow if she hadn’t read the five Shadow books. Then came A War of Gifts and First Meetings in the Enderverse. These two books are pretty lame, really, but by now Orson Scott Card could publish the results from his latest colonoscopy and slap the word ‘Ender’ on the cover, and I would read it. In other words, Orson Scott Card has gained the status of Pat Conroy. And I hope he appreciates what an incredible honor this is.

At the end of Ender’s Game, Ender – who is only nine – saves the entire human race. In the process, he unknowingly wipes out an entire alien species. Afterwards, the human race – which had temporarily put aside its differences to unite against the invading aliens – rekindles its many rivalries. The authorities assume that Ender will become a contested resource during these wars (which are the primary subject of Shadow of the Hegemon, Shadow Puppets, and Shadow of the Giant) and could easily be kidnapped, exploited, and/or killed, so they decide to protect him by keeping him at a space station. Eventually, they send him far out into space, where he will use his precocious leadership skills as governor of a human colony that is being set up on one of the many planets once occupied by the defeated alien species.

Interstellar travel takes time, of course, and if you understand the theory of relativity (or if, like me, you pretend to understand it), you know that people aboard vehicles traveling near the speed of light age much more slowly during the span of their voyage than people who are on earth during the same period of time. For this reason, Ender is still very young – fifteen, I think; this was in Ender in Exile – when he arrives at his destination, even though several decades have passed in objective time. Ender is accompanied on this voyage by his sister Valentine, also a child prodigy whose skills lie in the areas of history, political science, and persuasive writing. Ender stays on this planet for only two years. Several important things happen to him there – and gosh, I wish I could tell you about them, but this review is close to a thousand words long already and I haven’t even gotten to Speaker for the Dead yet, so I’m going to push forward – and he serves as an absolutely excellent governor, for the simple reason that Ender Wiggin is absolutely excellent at everything he tries.

(Subject for a future rant: why are there no children’s books about failure? Ender’s Game isn’t really a “children’s book,” per se, although a lot of children read it, but this is a larger concern. Children need to learn about failure. There are children’s books about sex and getting your period and war and gang violence and rape and racism and having two mommies – why not about failure? Failure is the only remaining taboo, that’s why – and it shouldn’t be.)

Speaker for the Dead takes place three thousand years after Ender’s Game, and Ender has spent most of those three thousand years in interstellar travel, and as a result he appears to be only in his mid-thirties. Valentine is still traveling with him, too. By this time, Ender has learned that he did not really wipe out all of the alien species back when he was nine, and he has possession of a cocoon containing a hive queen, whose egg sac is potentially capable of replenishing the species. Ender has learned how to communicate intuitively with the hive queen, and he knows that her species is not evil and will never hurt humans again if he allows her to settle on a planet and lay her eggs. In the three thousand years since he wiped out the majority of her species, Ender has gone from being perceived as the hero who saved humanity to being vilified as a ‘xenocide’ – an evil villain who wiped out an entire species in cold blood. His status is semi-mythological, and of course everyone assumes that Ender is long dead and fails to connect the wise, quiet interstellar wanderer named Andrew Wiggin with the horrible murderer of the past.

Ender is an important character in Speaker for the Dead, but he isn’t really its protagonist. This novel is about a group of Portugese-speaking Catholic colonists who have settled a planet called Lusitania. These colonists share their planet with a sentient species that they call the pequininos, or “piggies” (humans are condescending in their naming of alien species in Card’s early novels – they become more P.C. later on). Regulations forbid the humans to teach the piggies anything about human technology or culture. Allegedly these rules are for the piggies’ protection (think of the Prime Directive in Star Trek), but as a piggy later points out, the rules could just as easily be designed to prevent the piggies from becoming capable of advanced warfare and space travel, thereby ensuring human supremacy. The heroes of Speaker for the Dead are the scientists (‘xenobiologists’) and anthropologists (‘xenologists’) who have been granted permission to initiate closely guarded contact with the piggies. All other humans on the planet are kept contained in an area bounded by an electric fence at all times.

Novinha is a woman whose life – like Ender’s – is circumscribed by guilt. Her parents died saving the humans on Lusitania from a terrible disease and are in the process of being beatified by the Catholic church. As an orphaned child, she was apprenticed to a xenobiologist who treated her like his own daughter, until a discovery she made caused him to die a mysterious and grisly death at the hands of the piggies. She also fell in love with this scientist’s son, but she refused to marry him because she feared that the knowledge she possessed – which after her mentor’s death she shared with no one – would cause his death as well. Instead she married a crippled, unhappy, violent, and sterile man who agreed to look the other way when Novinha repeatedly had children by the son of her mentor. This arrangement causes enormous guilt and unhappiness in Novinha’s home, which is compounded when her lover dies in the same horrific manner at the hands of the piggies. Novinha sees herself as cursed – she has created a miserably unhappy home for her children, and – as she sees it – caused the deaths of the only two men she has ever loved.

Enter Ender Wiggin, theme music and all. Ender, of course, is also a sad, lonely, emotionally crippled man. His relationship with his sister has sustained him for three millennia, but she has recently decided to get married and stop following Ender in his interstellar travel, meaning that she is aging at the usual rate and will soon die. Ender’s best friend is a computer voice that he receives through an implant in his head (her name is Jane, and she is much more than a ‘computer voice’ and deserves further explanation – but there’s no time, no time!), and through his intuitive communication with the hive queen, he has learned that Lusitania would be the perfect planet for the hive queen to settle and lay her eggs. Ender comes to Lusitania for another reason as well – a reason that is related to his identity as a ‘Speaker for the Dead,’ which is important, and I should tell you about it, but again: no time, no time!

Drat. I really should have reviewed the earlier Ender books as I read them so I wouldn’t have to play so much catch-up here, shouldn’t I? This is what happens when we don’t tend to our blogs.

So, long story short, Ender comes to Lusitania, solves everyone’s problems with his infinite wisdom, falls in love with Novinha and decides to stay with her forever, gets to know the piggies and discovers that – of course – they are not really evil, JUST MISUNDERSTOOD. He figures out why they keep killing off everyone that Novinha loves, and he arranges for them never to do this again. He also reveals his identity as the original Ender and manages not to get murdered by an angry mob. He establishes the hive queen on the planet – which will now be the only known planet in the ‘Enderverse’ (did I just say that?) where three sentient species will live side by side.

I think I’ve made this book sound kind of stupid, which it isn’t – not at all. It does have a bit of a religious agenda, as all the Ender novels do – and religious proselytizing disguised as sci-fi is not my favorite thing. But this book also has a lot to say about the transformative powers of isolation and suffering. What happens to Ender during his three-thousand-year exile is very much like what happens to Hester Prynne when she is shunned by Puritan Boston for her adultery and gains “access to the hidden sin in other hearts.” I used to joke with my students that by the end of The Scarlet Letter Hester has “become Oprah,” and Ender becomes Oprah in a sense too. As far as he is concerned, the worst things that could possibly happen to him – being used as a pawn by the military, being cut off forever from most of his family and friends, being consumed by guilt for the near-decimation of a species, being vilified by the entire human race, being forced to conceal his identity – have already happened. His constant awareness of this fact gives him a quiet courage and empathy and self-awareness that are contagious and that end up fortifying Novinha and her family and everyone else he meets on Lusitania. Because that’s the secret, isn’t it? – to act as if the worst has already happened and you have nothing more to fear – even if it hasn’t, and even if you do.

I have to think that this novel was an inspiration for Mary Doria Russell’s The Sparrow, which is a favorite of mine even though – in spite of what you’ll see if you look at my book list for the last couple of months – I actually read very little science fiction. Both feature brilliant, isolated, lonely protagonists on spiritual quests to other planets. Both feature well-intentioned encounters with alien races that lead to terrible misunderstandings. In both novels, the protagonists are faced with crippling guilt. I don’t like this novel quite as much as The Sparrow, whose characters are better drawn, but overall the Ender series has given me one of my most enjoyable reading experiences in recent years.

I’m glad I read these books. Good things happen when you listen to smart ten year-olds.

Oh, but P.S. Ender’s Game is WAY better than The Swiss Family Robinson. I’m just saying. Smart ten year-olds don’t know everything.