Monday, July 20, 2015
Review: "Down the Rabbit Hole" by Juan Pablo Villalobos
I’ll admit that sometimes it is hard for me to rate a short book a full five star rating simply because there isn’t enough to talk about. I fully recommend short books (by short, I mean less than 100 pages); length has nothing to do with quality. But I’m sometimes at a loss to write 500 words on something so short without giving anything away or being painfully repetitive, but with this book, the barely 70 page debut novella of Mexican writer Juan Pablo Villalobos, is not only great and thought-provoking, but has enough ideas and originality for me to discuss as in depth as it needs to be. Last year, I read Villalobos’ second novel Quesadillas, twice as big as this novel, making it barely 150 pages. It is a cute, crazy story about a large family, the aforementioned food in the title and space aliens. It was far from bad, but since it has been over a year since I have read it, I barely remember any of it. But nothing in that light-hearted book prepared me for this one, a brutal tale of a young boy growing up in a world where reputation is everything and the value of life is negotiable. Here, the book’s short length works to its advantage. You can read it in one sitting, and let its power envelope you for the short time you are reading it. The central character Tochtli is a young boy who lives in a palace. He is our narrator, and we learn about the world that he lives in and what makes him happy. He loves video games, wild, exotic animals, extravagant hats and samurai films. His father is always encouraging him and has friends over all the time, his mother is missing and besides his father, his best friend is his tutor. Through Tochtli’s viewpoint, we find out that his dad is a major drug lord, and is in danger of losing his empire. The most interesting part of this book is how Tochtli views this world around him, influenced not only by the violence in his own home, which he distinguishes by calling people he used to know that are now dead “corpses, but he is also influenced by the violence of the pop culture he ingests, mainly the many samurai films he watches. It’s not an indictment of media violence, but it shows that viewing it and living it make for a toxic developmental mix. It is quite scary sometimes, starting out like Boone in The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night, but slowly becomes something blood chilling, much like a Francie Brady or Balram Halwai, as Tochtli’s grip on reality becomes terrifying. The main narrative of the book concerns a trip to Liberia so Tochtli can get a rare Hippopotamus, and it provides a chilling scene of a loss of innocence, which leads to an ending that deftly mixes horror and sadness. Short, swift and brutal both emotionally and physically, this book leaves its mark even though its time is brief.
Rating: 5/5
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Review: "Book of Numbers" by Joshua Cohen
Book of Numbers, the new
novel by experimental novelist Joshua Cohen, is very much an experiment, one
that I could easily forgive if it was much, much shorter. Instead, the near
600-page length is at times insurmountable for the reader, who is likely to get
as bogged down by the tech jargon as anyone who isn’t as computer savvy as
Cohen himself. Reading it, I couldn’t help but be reminded of David Foster
Wallace’s Infinite Jest, and his constant use of pharmaceutical and
mathematical language that went over my head. Like that novel, Cohen tries to
pepper his meandering story with lowbrow humor, but unlike Infinite Jest, it
lacks any semblance of coherence. Throughout its long, sometimes insufferable
length, you are on the Joshua Cohen train, and he doesn’t seem like someone who
would know, or care, if you asked him to slow and possibly explain a thing or
two. But I’ve got to say; I did like the beginning, where it reads more like
Don DeLillo or Paul Auster with its unique New York setting. The main character
is also called Joshua Cohen (a trope in books that I am downright tired of, no
matter the book quality), who, after a failed publication of his first novel,
is commissioned by Tetration, a web company much like Google, to ghost write
the memoirs of its founder, also named Joshua Cohen, though he is referred to
as Principal throughout. Leaving a rocky marriage and the ghost of a love lost
on 9/11 behind, he is taken on a journey from places like Palo Alto to Dubai to
Paris, as he finds out more about this omnipotent company. It’s hard for me to describe
what happens, because I am not really sure. The book is very vague and gets
bogged down on its own complexities. It is funny though, at times, describing
the search history of Natalie Portman and the different kinds of porn people
search for, but those only show up sporadically, and the reader is left feeling
empty and confused as the narrator himself. I finished this book, because I am
stubborn, but if you are an impatient reader, don’t expect to get very far.
Rating: 3/5
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Review: "Distant Star" by Roberto Bolano
I feel a little bad about dissing a Roberto Bolano book, but I’ve got to be honest: his novel Distant Star is a far cry from the books that made him famous. It seems like it is nothing more than a deleted scene from some book that might be great if it was published as a whole, but seems very dry and emotionally vacant as it is. It still holds some of those qualities that made books like The Savage Detectives and 2666 so great and astounding, but this is a little too light for what I’ve come to expect from Bolano, especially since it concerns an oppressive dictatorship responsible for many deaths. It is far from being a bad book, and has a few moments that succeeded in sending chills down my spine, but I was more bored reading through some of the book’s scenes more so than any others I have come across in Bolano’s novels. The story itself, narrated by Arturo Belano, Bolano’s fictional alter ego, tells of an aspiring poet Alberto Ruiz-Tagle, who Arturo met while he was a student. This man, who is later known as Carlos Weider, becomes a kind of a figure head of Salvador Allende oppressive regime in Chile. While at school, Arturo and his friend are immediately distrustful of him, seeing him as a second rate poet and a threat to them since he seduces the twin girls each of them secretly loves. Arturo later sees him again, in jail, as Carlos, as he is now known, has become a successful pilot and “sky poet” for the regime, and once Arturo is free, he begins to suspect Carlos is much more than a tool for the dictatorship. Minus the scene where Alberto/Carlo might have committed a horrific murder and an odd dinner scene where Alberto/Carlos disappears soon afterward, nothing in this book really grabs your attention the way scenes in other Bolano works almost grab you by the throat with their violence and immediacy. It is short enough to where it’s bad qualities are pretty much painless, but don’t expect to have your world moved.
Rating: 4/5
Review: "The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley" by Jeremy Massey
The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley, the debut novel of Irishman Jeremy Massey, is pure joy: a rollicking, half-serious, half-hysterical look at one man’s resurrection on the eve of his destruction. It does for Ireland what Jo Nesbo’s crime novels do for the Nordic regions in Europe. It presents a heightened, esoteric version of a place steeped in myth, the tall tales of its landscape replaced by dread and threats of appalling violence. This is not the Dublin of James Joyce, but instead resembles the Dublin of Sons of Anarchy, circa Season 3. It is a dreary place and is filled with even drearier people. Another unique aspect of this endlessly entertaining book is its unique professional setting. The title character is an undertaker in what might be Dublin’s most successful funeral home, a profession shared by Massey himself. Not only does this provide a number of insights into the unseen world of running a funeral home, but on a deeper level, it comes to represent the plight of Paddy himself. Through a run of tragedies and awful luck, he has become something of a dead man himself, walking around listlessly through a life he long ago stopped caring about, and the four days of the title represent not just the actual impending death to Paddy’s actions, but the beginning of his rebirth as a man with hope and courage. What happens in these four days are intense, funny, frightening and even, against all cynicism, quite life affirming. At the beginning of the novel, Paddy, as I mentioned, is drifting through life, avoiding dealing with the grief of his wife’s death two years earlier by living vicariously through others. But on this particular October day, the world has other things planned for the complacent Paddy. After a strange sexual encounter with a recent widow, one that ends in the widow’s death mid-coitus, Paddy, shaken by the incident, accidently runs over a man on the road after he fails to turn on his lights. To make matters worse, as if there is anything worse than killing someone, the person he has just run down is Donal Cullen, brother of Vincent Cullen, Dublin’s king of the underworld and resident bogeyman. Paddy escapes the scene without being notices, but gets the shock of his life the next morning when Vincent shows up wanting Paddy to arrange his brother’s funeral. What strikes the reader first is how detached Paddy is from his fate at the hand of Cullen. Even with the threat of death hanging over his head, and a few staggering mix-ups with other funerals (which I won’t reveal here), he has a strange, scary sense of calm that allows him to think things through more thoroughly, if not with passion, but that all changes when he meets Brigid, the daughter of the widow he just slept with, who he falls in love with at first sight. It then becomes a race to make things right, and salvage the lives caught in the web of violence he has created. Surprisingly unique and affecting, with a perfect, bittersweet end, this novel never fails to entertain and enlighten the reader, and announces a forceful new voice in the literary world.
Rating: 5/5
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Review: "American Pastoral" by Philip Roth
I have said this about many
writers in my reviews, and if I haven’t missed Philip Roth yet, I will say it
about him again: if you are any kind of reader, you should at least try to read
one of his books before you die. He has a lot to choose from, but if I could
guide you to one of his periods, the books he wrote in the 90’s, the ones
deservedly lauded with every major American award, are something to behold.
Once you get past all the thick, stuffy academic stuff about Roth, and just
read his stories fro the pleasure of reading them, they are fantastic. He can
be funny, ironic clever and heartbreaking through prose and dialogue, if not
realistic, at least entertaining and challenging. American Pastoral, one of the
books from the aforementioned period, and the one that won the Pulitzer Prize,
is widely regarded as one of his best books, and while I may have enjoyed his
ribald sex comedy Sabbath’s Theater a little bit more for its sheer audacity, I
have more respect for this novel for its range of emotions it handles over the
course of 423pages. They are heavy ones, such as the American Dream, failure,
and how we look at others much differently than we look at ourselves, to
personal family squabbles and how one person’s actions can ripple throughout
the person’s family, changing it drastically for better, and in this case,
worse. Like many of Roth’s novels, the framing device concerns bachelor writer
Nathan Zuckerman, who, after attending his high school reunion, is reminded of
his adolescent hero worship of Seymour “Swede” Levov, a rare blond Jewish man
who seemed to have obtained the American version of success in not only school
but in his adult life as well. After graduation, he marries a former beauty
queen, Dawn Dyer, inherits his father’s successful glove factory and moves into
his dream home. But the radical sixties have a cruel surprise waiting for him.
Amid the riot in his hometown of Newark, New Jersey, his daughter, Merry, whose
increasing vitriol against the Vietnam War and bad stutter secretly shame Swede,
sets off a bomb at a local post office, killing one of the town doctors. Merry
goes into hiding after this, and Swede’s life is ruined forever. Through a mix
of amateur reportage and speculation, Zuckerman reconstructs the fall of Swede
in brilliant ways. It is hard, much like it was in Sabbath’s Theater, to view
the narrative as a whole. Roth plays hopscotch with the timelines and it’s
confusing until you get used to it. But what makes this a fantastic novel is
the many complex ideas Roth presents, and the scenes, written with humor that
can split your sides and emotion that can tear your guts out. From his many
interesting ideas about people’s attraction to radicalism and how little we
know of each other, to the scenes involving Rita Cohen, who cruelly trick Swede
in his time of need, Swede’s meeting with his daughter five years after the
bomb, a scene of helpless sorrow and misplaced regret, to a massive dinner
party, where the last shred of Swede’s happiness is slowly torn away by night’s
end. With this book, and many of his others, Roth has presented a unique
American reality the way only he can, with dry, sardonic wit and a deep understanding
of an esoteric form of American need and unhappiness.
Rating: 5/5
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Review: "All Involved" by Ryan Gattis
I can’t describe the true
horror of the first few pages of All Involved, what I hope becomes the breakthrough novel of
Ryan Gattis. I won’t spoil it here, but it ranks with the flaying
alive scene in Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle in brutality and cruelty. This
event also paints a perfect picture for not only this book, but also the short
time period it is fictionalizing, the LA Riots in the early 90’s after the
Rodney King verdict. What sets the book apart from what might have been a tired
political screed is that it is barley mentioned in the proceedings (although it
is impossible for the reader not to think about as the story progresses), and it’s
subsequent events only act as a catalyst for the violence to come. The reaction
I had throughout reading this incendiary novel, aside from shock and disgust,
was true awe as Gattis switches seamlessly from viewpoints, inhabiting them
fully and never shying away from ugliness or sentimentality. Through the eyes
of gangbangers, innocent victims, and people using the riots, and a lack of
police protection, to satisfy their need for violence, we watch the events
unfold over six days, six days where a normal society ceased to exist, and
whole different world emerged for a short period of time. There are no central
characters here; just 17 first person accounts of what happened, and I will do
my best to describe them to you without spoiling any pertinent details. It begins
with the aforementioned violent act, and through this we meet the unfortunate victims
sister, Lupe a gang member with a violent streak who will commit equally
atrocious acts to avenge her sibling. We also get into the heads of a few
members of her gang, including the leader, Fate, whose both pragmatic and
homicidal, Clever, the only one of the gang who has some college education, who
nihilistic attitude promises his potential will be wasted, and Lil’ Mosco, the brother
of Lupe, who committed a murder a few weeks earlier that is at the root of all
the chaos. We also meet members of the rival gang, who are on a collision
course with their enemy, leading to a set piece that is inventive disturbing
and even more heartbreaking since we know the perpetrators and victims inside
and out. While this conflict is at the center of the novel, and its driving
force, Gattis also takes time out to describe outsiders as well, from a group
of Korean vigilantes whose outcome is both comical and unjust, to a firefighter
and nurse, who must deal with the violence first hand, and must make the best
of their awful circumstances. And throughout this, I kept thinking of the
title, which may sound corny, but is really truthful. People die here at the
hands of other people, but it is maddeningly impossible to trace the source of
its violence and in the end, everyone is involved here is responsible. There is
little resolution here, and it ends with a somber, depressing act followed by
the small chance of hope, but Gattis has achieved something special with this
novel. It is a dark look into one of America’s most violent incidents, and
Gattis does so with talent, respect and fearlessness.
Rating: 5/5
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Review: "Talking to Ourselves" by Andres Neuman
It is amazing what a
400-page difference between books does for the quality of the shorter one,
since Talking to Ourselves, the second novel of Argentinean author Andres
Neuman to be translated into English is much better than his vague, forgettable
500 page clunker Traveler of the Century. It still has some parts that rubbed
me the wrong way, and overall a feeling of plainness overtakes the narrative,
but there is still a lot in this book that makes it worthwhile, and yet so much
more clear than in Neuman’s first outing in English. Instead of the long, drawn
out story that oversteps its reach, this is a small compact 150 page tale of
the anticipation of grief, and how, even when the death and the inevitable is
staring us in the face, it still take courage and guts to tell the ones how we
really feel about each other. The story of a simple trip taken by a father and
son is told in three distinct voices, some better than others. We first meet
Lito, the young boy excited to be finally taking a road trip with his dad,
Mario in his truck, Pedro. Back at home, the mother, Elena, writes in her
journal about the grief she is feeling, which she tries to dull with an affair
with a doctor and many, many book. Finally, we listen in on Mario’s dying
thoughts, a mixture of fear and acceptance. The Mario sections drag quite a
bit, with them clashing with the straightforward stories Lito and Elena are
telling. But it is Elena’s story that comes through the most, filled with pain,
regret guilt and anger, the path to a new life once Mario finally dies will not
be easy. While there are no surprises, and nothing happens except what we know
will, it is still a unique meditation on the complexities that form when
someone we love dies.
Rating: 4/5
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