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Brady's Book Log
1/15/07 - I've not been keeping this log up. I feel guilty about it. But I can't try to go back and write about every single book I've read now, so I'll just list all of them except the most recent one that I finished today, and then I'll do better. Great? Great. I read Robert Caro's first book in the Lydon Johnson series, The Path to Power. It was great. Of course it was great. It's Caro. he's the greatest writer of non-fiction that ever lived. If only there were nine of him. Scratch that - I'd never have time to read all their books. I've only done two of Caro's so far. I also read The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin. It was all right, but ultimately I read it to get a girl and, lo and behold, it sort of worked. So I guess that was worth doing. We aren't together anymore, but, what the hell. The tactic of showing interest in a girl's interest had never worked for me before. Did this time. That's pretty badass. I also read Emily Schultz's Joyland. I picked this up for $7 at the Small Press Expo from the illustrator. I have to be honest, I had the devil's own time following it and it slogged. Not really very sure about the characters even now. 5/8/06 - A Walk in the Woods, by Bill Bryson. Well, this is a significantly less embarassing bit of time between books that I've finished, I have to say. I intended A Walk In the Woods to be my "next book" for a long time, but I kept picking something else when I finished whatever book I was on. I think a part of the problem was that it's non-fiction. Maybe not very serious non-fiction, but it's non-fiction. That never excites me, especially if I'm not going to learn much from it. It isn't really true that you don't learn from Brsyon. He loves to sprinkle his books with facts, but they are mostly random asides and short little anecdotes. They are not facts that will help you win at Trivial Pursuit, which are primarily the sorts of facts I'm interested in. During the first couple chapters of this book I was enormously amused. He has a few passages that describe his fear of bears and this got me laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. I really love the humor of fear. Probably because I have been scared shitless so many times. That's the problem you have growing up with an overactive imagination - you get scared shitless a lot. Then I also find it funny because I share his fear of bears. Years and years ago I read this great book, Playing God in Yellowstone, which does an exquisite job of delineating how the forestry service has screwed up one of our greatest natural parks over the years. It also does an excellent job of explaining that grizzlies will fucking kill your ass and like it. I never really got over grizzlies after reading that book. Bryson helped me learn to fear black bears, too. Done. I'm scared as hell. Otherwise, though, I didn't find the book hilarious. I enjoyed it. It was a quick read. I got caught up in the idea of maybe hiking the Appalachian Trail myself. And the book is worth reading if, for no other reason, to learn how the Appalachian Trail was created and is maintained. But this will not go down in history as one of the books I found the funniest. I still recommend it. Bryson is an effortless writer and anyone who wants to communicate better can stand to absorb some of his prose. 4/24/06 - An American Melodrama: The Presidential Campaign of 1968, by Lewis Chester, Godfrey Hodgson and Bruce Page. It's embarassing to admit that it's really been three months since I started this book, but it's true. It really has. It's hard to call it a gripping tale because you know how it ends: Nixon wins. Yet somehow, involuntarily, a part of me kept wishing toward the end that Humphrey might turn it around after all. Poor Hubert Humphrey. A nice affable liberal turned mediocre by a great President stuck in the wrong time. This really is an epic story filled with remarkable illuminations of the sort of power certain men and organizations had in 1968. It honestly makes America look more like feudal Europe, with Lords and Kings holding sway over patches of land with not exactly definite boundaries. It's enough to make one part of you aghast and another part of you grin with appreciation for the deviousness and cleverness of the horrid giants of the late 60s. It's a book filled with beautiful observations and clever lines and moving quotes and any number of large words and references in French or Latin that I have to confess to not really understanding. 100% worth reading all 883 pages, but it took a while. No doubt it took a while. Historically, it's interesting to think about the small scale technology that they had then, and compare it to the present day. It's hard to really say if folks really have this much power anymore, or if the stakes ever get quite this high. 1/14/06 - Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy. Translated by Pevear and Volokhonsky. Finally finished this tome today. It's been tormenting me a long time, because I just don't have enough space in my life for reading. This book was mystical for me for a very long time. It's my first Tolstoy, and I found it sprawling in that Russian way of the old guard writers. I wish I could have done a better job of reading it straight through, but I suppose what I liked about it the most was the non-iconic nature of Lord Vronsky and Anna. I never forgot how Vronsky was portrayed as a bit of a dunce and a bit flat emotionally during this courtship of Kitty. Yet Anna, the more attractive, the more desired of the two women(and the one with the most to lose by Vronsky) still falls for him. This is right, I think. We do not fall for the one we should or the one that is necessarily the "best" for us in rational ways. By making Vronsky less desirable yet giving Anna a desperate love for him, I think Tolstoy succeeded in depicting emotional truth in a way modern writers would fear. Too much of our writing attempts to run in lockstep with reason, but reason and the human experience are at odds and always will be. That's why good literature can move this tension into high relief, and Anna Karenina succeeds in this where it, otherwise, fails in delivering a really gripping plot. |