Read Some Books

 Independence Day:

 

I say to myself periodically I should read more from the past, to get a better sense of the literary world’s shifts and ebbs. Since I went to school 20 years ago now the 90s were in the recent past. There wasn’t a lot of classes that hit on anything really later than the 80s except for the couple of classes I took that were deliberately focused on more contemporary lit.

 

That is to say I didn’t read Richard Ford, ever. The cover I have notes that this book won a Pulitzer. The blurb on the back calls the main character “one of the most unforgettable characters in American fiction”.

 

The problem is that it is not a good book. I was reading this, thinking of the parties that people had feting Ford and the people with professional jealousies looking at him and thinking that their work was just as good. Ford must have lapped up the praise!

 

Here’s my critique as an angry high school reader: Nothing Happens.

 

I kept waiting for something to happen. And then a minor thing does like on page 400 of a 450-page book. But its low stakes. I had to force myself to read the last 30 pages just for my own mental checklists.

 

A book doesn’t have to have things happen to be interesting. The other problem is that Frank Bascombe is boring. We spend the whole book in his head, and I have no idea how there are three other books with this character at the center. I’ll never read them to find out. And none of the other characters are interesting either. He’s a real estate agent dealing with uninteresting clients. The love interest is a cypher. The ex-wife maybe has some depth, but we don’t see much of her. The only character with a real spark is his son, Paul. Center the book around him and make it half the length and maybe it works.

 

But as is, it doesn’t work.

 

However, here’s the paradoxical thing, the book feels technically well written. It’s like a model for an MFA class for structure and sentence-level elegance! Even with that, it’s not a good book. You don’t need to read this one.

 

Capote in Kansas:

 

When I pulled this off the shelf, I figured it was tied in with one of the movies about Capote that came out a while back. But it’s not. It is an independent graphic novel take on Truman Capote writing “In Cold Blood”. What’s interesting is that the book has one of the victims of the crime as a character who Capote talks to as he’s trying to figure out how to tell the story of the Clutter family, who was killed. There’s also some speculation about Capote and his feelings towards one of the killers that makes the book push the edge of nonfiction.

Overall, it works even with the supernatural element (though I must admit that I thought the character was alive for most of the time she was in scenes and then once I realized what was going on I had to reevaluate things). It does make me wonder in the bigger picture we are fascinated with the story of Capote’s writing of the book. Is there any other text that gets similar treatment in the culture? I can’t think of one offhand. I should also note that I did like the art, a strong use of the black and white to aid in the storytelling.

 

The Grande Odalisque:

 

I liked this book. It was sexy and fun and read like the storyboard for an action movie that I totally would watch if it was on Netflix or Amazon Prime. Who doesn’t like female French art thieves?