As promised, here we go again! This week, I'm happy to present my unabashed praise for one book, and my somewhat more reserved praise for another... onward!
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Naked Pictures of Famous People by Jon Stewart:
You must read this book. Well, ok maybe you shouldn't. I mean, if you're older than about 40, you'll probably just find the dirty words distasteful. And if you're a liberal, you'll probably find the numerous self-deprecating jokes about killing Jews to be in poor taste. So really, Brian Ellis (no offense Brian) just wouldn't find this book funny.
In fact, if you never learned what "satire" means... you'll just find this book to be pretty inane. No real substance, as it were.
But if, like many of us, you're capable of seeing past a fanciful story about how Joe Kennedy keeps his hundreds of disfigured children alive in a horrifying menagerie below his palatial estate on Martha's Vineyard to the real meat of the issue... then this book is for you.
Jon Stewart is my hero.
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American Gods by Neil Gaiman:
I am not often an avaricious man. But by gods, I thought of this idea all on my very own some time ago! Luckily I didn't do much beyond drawing up an outline, because otherwise I would have been resoundingly laughed at by any publisher I was foolish enough to solicit.
Neil Gaiman is entertaining, and spans genres, and has a cool name. But is he really any GOOD? Well yes - but I don't think it matters, and I'll tell you why.
There have, throughout history, been men (and women, and the occasional eunuch) who are of less consequence because of the quality of their work (which ranges from downright bad to excellent) than because of the import of their contribution to their field. Let's take Pablo Picasso as an example.
Nobody wants to look at a Picasso. He was... terrible. I mean, he was a mediocre artist (some might say his pre-cubist works were quite good) who made an important contribution to a movement that advanced art into the modern age. But a 5 year old could have created his cubist pieces (in fact, studies have repeatedly shown that when random crap is shoved together by a five year old or a monkey, but you tell an art student that it's a Picasso, they find all kinds of deep meaning in it... *ahem*).
Let's jump genres to Hemingway. Hemingway is pure torture to read, but he DID SOMETHING for literature that was very important.
Neil Gaiman has DONE SOMETHING for fantastic literature. Over the course of his career he's been an idea-man. He's gotten people thinking. And that's really important.
Now, on to this particular book...
It was really good. I might be biased, because again I had this same idea with a few key differences some time back and never developed it. But it really was good.
The basic premise, summed up succinctly, is that "gods" or deities are all created by belief and empowered thereby. When belief dries up, so does the power of that god. Additionally, gods are somewhat bound by the epicenters of their belief. Zeus and Poseidon are pretty much limited to the Aegean, etc.
But what of people coming to America - a place with no real gods of its own other than the earth itself? Well, they brought their gods with them, their belief creating new iterations/incarnations of those gods here on our side of the ocean.
And what of people's NEW beliefs? People worship money, and television, and fame, and the Internet now. What does that mean? It means new deities... ones which aren't all that fond of the "old guard".
Add a dash of nihilism, a healthy helping of dirty words, and stir... mmm, it's tasty fantasy/thriller stew!
So, what DIDN'T I like about this book? I do have criticisms, despite my pure enjoyment of it - I was glued to it for about a day. (Please be aware it will take most of you substantially longer, this is a LONG book!)
First off, not everyone has to be an anti-hero. It's a trend which is getting a bit old, in my estimation. In this book, EVERYONE is an anti-hero. The villains? Anti-heroes. The protagonist? Anti-hero. Incidental side characters? Anti-heroes. It's a trend you don't even really see while you're immersed in it. This is in stark contrast to other books where you might have some tragic baddies, or an author like Eddings where many a character is a horribly flawed hero but a hero nonetheless.
And all the characters have a ... tiredness ... to them. It lends a real authenticity to the book, to be honest. That and the vivid descriptions of where things are - Gaiman clearly went on some kind of horrible road trip, touring every damn tourist attraction in the central USA, and using it as a location for this book.
Gaiman also has some problems with voicing. Often I found myself backing up a paragraph (or entire page) to figure out who was supposed to be narrating. Sometimes I felt like this was intentional, but other times I found myself saying "did you FORGET the quotation marks around that?"
Now, I don't know if it's just this story or typical Gaiman, but things ... don't resolve well. The "climax", as it were, happens. And then Gaiman seems to realize that there are some loose ends, and just shuffles through them before delivering a final ending worthy of a Hollywood production - ironic and amusing and leaving room for more.
(And there IS more, if you like this book then there are at least two more stories available for you - one starring the protagonist that's a novella contained in the "Legends" collection, and one starring some of the side characters that is the new novel "Anansi Boys".)
Anyway, I heartily recommend giving it a read. Everyone would like it if they're fairly well read. If you're up for a challenge, try to figure out which god everyone is BEFORE they get revealed! *heh*
All in all, it's the sort of book that I'm sad to not be reading any more. How's that for praise?
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The Tao of Pooh (and The Te of Piglet) by Benjamin Hoff
Just not as cool as it was the first time through. Maybe I'm older now, or maybe I'm less impressed by Taoism than I used to be. I read this when I was in high school and it made an awful lot of sense and was very cute. Now? Not so much, and I'm somewhat turned off by Hoff's decidedly lacklustre attempts to mimic the writing style of A.A. Milne.
I guess that makes me a real critic now, doesn't it? When I find that a book is substantively lessened by the weakness of its imitation-kiddy-style prose? Too bad - I have a fondness for small stuffed bears that remains unmitigated by the passage of time, and none shall sully them.
But, if you haven't read it, or are intrigued at all by Taoism or oriental thought, or just need something amusing for the train ride... this is an interesting book to have read at least once.
Its follow-up, the Te of Piglet, is both more and less than the first - which is about what you'd expect from a sequel of any merit.
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Naked Pictures of Famous People by Jon Stewart:
You must read this book. Well, ok maybe you shouldn't. I mean, if you're older than about 40, you'll probably just find the dirty words distasteful. And if you're a liberal, you'll probably find the numerous self-deprecating jokes about killing Jews to be in poor taste. So really, Brian Ellis (no offense Brian) just wouldn't find this book funny.
In fact, if you never learned what "satire" means... you'll just find this book to be pretty inane. No real substance, as it were.
But if, like many of us, you're capable of seeing past a fanciful story about how Joe Kennedy keeps his hundreds of disfigured children alive in a horrifying menagerie below his palatial estate on Martha's Vineyard to the real meat of the issue... then this book is for you.
Jon Stewart is my hero.
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American Gods by Neil Gaiman:
I am not often an avaricious man. But by gods, I thought of this idea all on my very own some time ago! Luckily I didn't do much beyond drawing up an outline, because otherwise I would have been resoundingly laughed at by any publisher I was foolish enough to solicit.
Neil Gaiman is entertaining, and spans genres, and has a cool name. But is he really any GOOD? Well yes - but I don't think it matters, and I'll tell you why.
There have, throughout history, been men (and women, and the occasional eunuch) who are of less consequence because of the quality of their work (which ranges from downright bad to excellent) than because of the import of their contribution to their field. Let's take Pablo Picasso as an example.
Nobody wants to look at a Picasso. He was... terrible. I mean, he was a mediocre artist (some might say his pre-cubist works were quite good) who made an important contribution to a movement that advanced art into the modern age. But a 5 year old could have created his cubist pieces (in fact, studies have repeatedly shown that when random crap is shoved together by a five year old or a monkey, but you tell an art student that it's a Picasso, they find all kinds of deep meaning in it... *ahem*).
Let's jump genres to Hemingway. Hemingway is pure torture to read, but he DID SOMETHING for literature that was very important.
Neil Gaiman has DONE SOMETHING for fantastic literature. Over the course of his career he's been an idea-man. He's gotten people thinking. And that's really important.
Now, on to this particular book...
It was really good. I might be biased, because again I had this same idea with a few key differences some time back and never developed it. But it really was good.
The basic premise, summed up succinctly, is that "gods" or deities are all created by belief and empowered thereby. When belief dries up, so does the power of that god. Additionally, gods are somewhat bound by the epicenters of their belief. Zeus and Poseidon are pretty much limited to the Aegean, etc.
But what of people coming to America - a place with no real gods of its own other than the earth itself? Well, they brought their gods with them, their belief creating new iterations/incarnations of those gods here on our side of the ocean.
And what of people's NEW beliefs? People worship money, and television, and fame, and the Internet now. What does that mean? It means new deities... ones which aren't all that fond of the "old guard".
Add a dash of nihilism, a healthy helping of dirty words, and stir... mmm, it's tasty fantasy/thriller stew!
So, what DIDN'T I like about this book? I do have criticisms, despite my pure enjoyment of it - I was glued to it for about a day. (Please be aware it will take most of you substantially longer, this is a LONG book!)
First off, not everyone has to be an anti-hero. It's a trend which is getting a bit old, in my estimation. In this book, EVERYONE is an anti-hero. The villains? Anti-heroes. The protagonist? Anti-hero. Incidental side characters? Anti-heroes. It's a trend you don't even really see while you're immersed in it. This is in stark contrast to other books where you might have some tragic baddies, or an author like Eddings where many a character is a horribly flawed hero but a hero nonetheless.
And all the characters have a ... tiredness ... to them. It lends a real authenticity to the book, to be honest. That and the vivid descriptions of where things are - Gaiman clearly went on some kind of horrible road trip, touring every damn tourist attraction in the central USA, and using it as a location for this book.
Gaiman also has some problems with voicing. Often I found myself backing up a paragraph (or entire page) to figure out who was supposed to be narrating. Sometimes I felt like this was intentional, but other times I found myself saying "did you FORGET the quotation marks around that?"
Now, I don't know if it's just this story or typical Gaiman, but things ... don't resolve well. The "climax", as it were, happens. And then Gaiman seems to realize that there are some loose ends, and just shuffles through them before delivering a final ending worthy of a Hollywood production - ironic and amusing and leaving room for more.
(And there IS more, if you like this book then there are at least two more stories available for you - one starring the protagonist that's a novella contained in the "Legends" collection, and one starring some of the side characters that is the new novel "Anansi Boys".)
Anyway, I heartily recommend giving it a read. Everyone would like it if they're fairly well read. If you're up for a challenge, try to figure out which god everyone is BEFORE they get revealed! *heh*
All in all, it's the sort of book that I'm sad to not be reading any more. How's that for praise?
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The Tao of Pooh (and The Te of Piglet) by Benjamin Hoff
Just not as cool as it was the first time through. Maybe I'm older now, or maybe I'm less impressed by Taoism than I used to be. I read this when I was in high school and it made an awful lot of sense and was very cute. Now? Not so much, and I'm somewhat turned off by Hoff's decidedly lacklustre attempts to mimic the writing style of A.A. Milne.
I guess that makes me a real critic now, doesn't it? When I find that a book is substantively lessened by the weakness of its imitation-kiddy-style prose? Too bad - I have a fondness for small stuffed bears that remains unmitigated by the passage of time, and none shall sully them.
But, if you haven't read it, or are intrigued at all by Taoism or oriental thought, or just need something amusing for the train ride... this is an interesting book to have read at least once.
Its follow-up, the Te of Piglet, is both more and less than the first - which is about what you'd expect from a sequel of any merit.
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