Monday, August 29, 2011

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Though some are stronger than others, overall the stories in this collection are well-crafted, "quirky" without being annoyingly so and some are even harrowing, or beautifully moving. While he's not "George Saunders" (as per the comparison on the back cover), Wilson is a solid writer whose characters are compelling, story lines veer away from the mundane, and whose skill with language makes for a quick and worthwhile read.




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Sunday, August 28, 2011

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I struggled a bit with this one as, at times, it feels very heavy-handed in its message(s) but ultimately, I found it deeply moving. It's another quick read partly due to the structure (all in letters as the title states) and partly due to the language. I did find myself skimming over one or two of the longer "letters" mainly because the links between science and love didn't work for me at all. I would recommend this to anyone. It's about life, war, oppression, love, the nature of humanity, all the big stuff. Character and voice is strong here as is a sense of place. Overall, while it's a bit cloying at times, this one definitely works for me. To quote from one of the letters, "In a city without prisons - has there ever been one? - who would ever guess one can put so much into letters?" Indeed.



My rating: 1 of 5 stars

Yet another overrated read. I do get so tired of American readers continual obsession with "different" cultures creating hype around poorly written fiction. The jumps in narrative, p.o.v., place/time, don't read as experimental but merely sloppy. There isn't a single compelling character here and the continual jumps between p.o.v. - sometimes in mid-paragraph, make it difficult to keep the various characters apart. While I did finish it (at under 200 pages it's a short read) I can't recommend it to anyone. There are a very few (as in two) passages that transcend the dreck and reach something like literary language but they're soon lost in the surrounding mess that is this novel. So disappointing.



Wednesday, August 17, 2011

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I remember when Neil Strauss wrote for Rolling Stone (does he still?) and, along with a very few others, was the closest thing to a reporter I'd met in the music industry. Mostly for fans of Navarro this book is a scrapbook of photo booth photos (all unidentified - some obviously recognizable), limited & somewhat stilted prose by Strauss (some of the cliches are REALLY painful) and Navarro, supposed transcripts of conversations, even a diary entry from one of Navarro's "girlfriends." It makes for a quick and somewhat compelling read, albeit a sad portrait of drug addiction, self-obsession, and really, selfishness. Also a good reminder to me why I quit working with musicians.



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My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Another lesson in not letting myself be misled by hype. This book came VERY highly lauded and yet I found the language - even the basic sentence structure - is so stilted as to make it an incredibly dull read. I'm all for experimental. I'm all for odd. But this was just dull and with nothing new to offer. Next...



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Wednesday, August 03, 2011

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