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Books David Finished in 2016

  • Mathias Énard: Zone

    Mathias Énard: Zone
    The entire novel takes place on a train, or at least emanates from a train where, as our protagonist travels, his mind travels through the violence of our time and previous times. In fact, he has chained to the rack above him a suitcase filled with accounts and evidence of these horrors which he is on his way to Rome to sell. As a member of French intelligence and a former member of a Croatian militia he has been party to some of the atrocities he hopes to sell, and in selling, to escape. Much has been made of Mathias Énard's decision to eschew conventional punctuation and to write his novel as, more or less, one sentence. The novel reads easily, even lacking full stops; it's hard to put it down. The novels I've read this year confirm that the novel is far from dead.

  • Vu Tran: Dragonfish: A Novel

    Vu Tran: Dragonfish: A Novel
    I picked this up on a whim at the Halifax airport, and though such whims sometimes pay off, this time I was not so lucky. Although telling a story about Vietnamese refugees in the United States through a hard-boiled noirish lens is potentially interesting, there's no snap to the language, and the meditations on society—and hard-boiled detectives at their best are among our most perceptive and witty observers of society—are banal. Reading the puffery from other readers and critics that adorns this volume it's hard for me to believe I read the same book as those critics.

  • Arturo Silva: Tokio Whip

    Arturo Silva: Tokio Whip
    Think of all the really great novels about Tokyo by non-Japanese. That's not such an easy task, because when one does start to think about it, it becomes clear that there aren't any. Until, maybe, now. I say "maybe" only because one hesitates to throw around accolades like "great" too cavalierly, but Arturo Silva's Tokio Whip seems to me by far the best work by a non-Japanese about the Japanese capital that I have seen. One reason for this is the form of this novel in which form is very much foregrounded. Silva understands that simple first-this-happened-then-that-happened narratives—and, god forbid, bildungsroman about young people finding themselves in Japan—don't suffice to capture the chaos that overlays the order that conceals more chaos that is Tokyo. There' s a story here, a love story even with a happy ending, but the story is just one thing happening in the city, to Roberta, Lang, and their group of artistic, intellectual friends, and the fragments, the conversations, the descriptions, the guidebook pastiches, and the other goodies of which Tokio Whip is built make for a novel where one doesn't just read about Tokyo, but lives it.

  • : Islands of Protest: Japanese Literature from Okinawa

    Islands of Protest: Japanese Literature from Okinawa
    Japanese literature from Okinawa is literature that most of us who read in English—and, one suspects, many who read in Japanese—know nothing about. For that reason alone this book is essential. That it is largely literature composed of stories, poems, and a play that are clearly littérature engagée also must be essential to virtually any art emerging from a place that has been, and continues to be, exploited and oppressed to the extent that Okinawa has and is; the work collected in Islands of Protest—note the title—is no exception. The prose, poetry, and drama collected here, however, is uniformly strong enough that it will appeal even to those who feel distant from Okinawan history and struggle. Indeed, it is the most openly engaged of all the work, a play that might be described as political burlesque, "The Human Pavilion" by Chinen Seishin, that is also, in its humor, in its horror, in its slapstick and unexpectedness that is among the most engaging. That another stand-out is Toma Hiroko's poem "Backbone" makes one wish that the selection was a bit more balanced between poetry and prose (200+ pages of prose, ten or so of poetry). Still, to reiterate, the collection is essential to anyone interested in literature and Okinawa.

  • Ross Macdonald: The Chill

    Ross Macdonald: The Chill
    Fog is the dominant environmental motif of this Lew Archer outing, and that is not unrelated to the fact that psychology, the human mind, is at the center of the novel. It is interesting to read a novel such as this one from a time before Freudian-inflected psychology was seen, by popular novelists, as something to be made fun of as a matter of course. And the hints that continue to be dropped about Lew Archer's background allow us to continue our ongoing (psycho-?) analysis of the enigmatic detective.

  • Josephine Tey: The Franchise Affair

    Josephine Tey: The Franchise Affair
    A typically adept Josephine Tey novel, but one that is atypical in that her usual hero, Inspector Alan Grant, makes only brief appearances, having been upstaged by a provincial lawyer. Tey seems to me a master stylist. Her novels may be entertainments, but her every sentence drips with intelligence.

  • Michael Moorcock: The Lives and Times of Jerry Cornelius: Stories of the Comic Apocalypse

    Michael Moorcock: The Lives and Times of Jerry Cornelius: Stories of the Comic Apocalypse
    Employing equal parts pulp, high modernism, and wide ranging intellect, Michael Moorcock is a fascinating and refreshingly unpredictable writer. He is one of those writers who one feels one has to learn how to read afresh with each of his books one picks up. This collection of stories featuring Jerry Cornelius is no exception, with its Dos Pasos like newsreel introductions to each tale, and the fluidity with which Cornelius, a sort of time-travelling James Bond, moves from one temporal and geographic location to the next. The humor—this is a comic apocalypse—is sly, dry, and, one is tempted to say, British. The range of references, historical and political, that define the disasters through which Cornelius moves are illuminated by that humor. The low humor and high seriousness meld to great effect in the concluding tale "Firing the Cathedral," a Moorcockian masterpiece.

  • Ross MacDonald: The Zebra-Striped Hearse: A Lew Archer Novel

    Ross MacDonald: The Zebra-Striped Hearse: A Lew Archer Novel
    Art, Southern California, old money, greed, a creepy father who loves his daughter, and yes, a band of feral surfers in a zebra-striped hearse: there's no better Virgil to guide one through this inferno than Ross Macdonald's Lew Archer, and this is Macdonald at the top of his game

  • Tom Reiss: The Orientalist: Solving the Mystery of a Strange and Dangerous Life

    Tom Reiss: The Orientalist: Solving the Mystery of a Strange and Dangerous Life
    The best biographies are those that illuminate not just a person, but a time, a place, a world. Tom Riess's The Oriientalist is one of those. One reason Riess is able to use his tremendous skill as a writer and researcher to such good effect is that his subject, Lev Nussimbaum, aka Essad Bey, aka Kurban Said, though a prolific and successful writer in the 1920s, '30s, and 40s, has left in his wake, with the possible exception of his novel, Ali and Nino, none of the grand achievements of the sort that usually attract biographers. Thus the book is more about the world through which this Zelig-like chameleon moved than about the man himself. And that world—from Azerbaijan to Turkey to Paris to Berlin to Positano and beyond—is horrible and fascinating, and wonderful. Off now to find a copy of Ali and Nino.

  • James Ellroy: Perfidia

    James Ellroy: Perfidia
    The good thing about James Ellroy is that his prose has style, or to be more precise, his prose is other than the approved plain style. The bad thing about Ellroy is that—and this is something that threatens any writer who attempts something other than that safe plain style—his style had become mannered. In the last Ellroy I read, and this was some years ago, it seemed to me that his prose style had become a parody of itself: taut and austere had become all one sentence paragraphs, one word sentences, and I tired of it. Further, since his characters walk the same mean streets as Philip Marlowe, it was hard not to draw comparisons. Ellroy came up short in those comparisons, but to be fair, so does pretty much any other writer of this kind of fiction. But . . . I decided to give him another try. With Perfidia he's launched a new series of novels set in and around Los Angeles. This one takes place during the days just before and after Pearl Harbor, and if the novel has one great strength it his his demystification of the "greatest generation," those sometimes heroic alcoholic racists and bigots about whom, for our sins, we hear so much. Such demystification is more than welcome, and I was so sucked into the labyrinthine scheming of his characters, some of whom, like Bette Davis and Fletcher Bowron, existed off the page, that the style became a non-issue. When I purposely slowed my pace to have a close look at what Ellroy was doing with words I found that he had drifted toward the safe plain style and away from machine gun bluntness, and this did not seem to me to be a bad thing. His prose will never be literary—thank the GSM for that—but it now seems appropriate for the stories he wants to tell.

Books Julian Read Recently

  • Jonathan Franzen: Purity

    Jonathan Franzen: Purity
    A rich and satisfying story set in our broken world (East Germany before the wall came down, and contemporary California). Characters you sympathize with (or cringe at), who grow (or don’t). I thank the author for crafting all this so meticulously for our reading pleasure, and that we might know more about how people (ourselves included) are, and so feel more compassion. What a wonderful book. I didn’t want it to end, and in a sense it doesn’t, because, through the memory of it, we continue observing ourselves and the world carrying on, doing the best we can. (*****)

  • Anne Tyler: Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant

    Anne Tyler: Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant
    I read this for its reputation as the prolific author’s best novel. It’s absorbing, with rounded characters and an involving plot that distract from the conclusion, obvious when it arrives and no less satisfying for that. Novels are said to boost our empathy. Chalk this delightful, sometimes painful family saga as a case in point: I think I understand people a little better for having read it. An enjoyable book, and I’ve added more Tyler to my reading list. (****)

  • Hanya Yanagihara: A Little Life

    Hanya Yanagihara: A Little Life
    This saga, which features supple prose and sometimes luminous description, follows the lives of four college friends and a handful of others close to them, but it eventually centers upon one life of almost unrelieved mental and physical pain, chronicled in excruciating detail. After dutifully reading the first 350 pages, I could bear it no longer and paged past the sufferings of the subsequent 350. I think I know what the author was aiming for—something that’s spelled out on the last page—and the book succeeds at it, but a homeopathic dose of the bitter medicine would have done it for me. (****)

  • Kazuo Ishiguro: The Buried Giant

    Kazuo Ishiguro: The Buried Giant
    My first Ishiguro, and a new genre for me: Arthurian fantasy romance. In spite of pixies, ogres and dragons, it pretty much worked; I lost myself in the mannered prose and solid storytelling, and now want to know more about that period of history. I regretted the vague ending. There were other loose ends; I don't desire a sequel but if it came I care enough about the characters to want to read it. However, nothing here makes me reach for earlier Ishiguro. (Let me know if I should.) (***)

  • Graham Swift (and 24 others): The Penguin Book of the Beach

    Graham Swift (and 24 others): The Penguin Book of the Beach
    It was a brilliant idea to compile a book of short stories by world writers, all related to the beach: the sand, sun, sparkling sea, swimming, seaweed, fish. (Storms and dead bodies, too, of course.) Perfect reading in the run up to summer, and now I can’t wait to spend time on the real thing. (***)

  • Artemis Cooper: Patrick Leigh Fermor: An Adventure

    Artemis Cooper: Patrick Leigh Fermor: An Adventure
    Patrick Leigh Fermor: adventurer, lover, polyglot, grecophile, author, both bon vivant and frequenter of dive bars, at home with aristocrat and peasant, a person of courage, loyalty, and with an extraordinary gift for friendship. His eventful life is given a splendid and honest telling here. (***)

  • Jennifer Egan: A Visit from the Goon Squad

    Jennifer Egan: A Visit from the Goon Squad
    At first, the chapters came on like short stories about overlapping characters. Then it was annoying that these tour-de-force fragments seemed so arbitrary and hard to piece together. It finally coalesced into a novel--albeit one dashed to pieces--with characters I grew to love. After finishing, I’ve started right back at the beginning, to glean information about them that I missed first time around. It is an irritating book, but written with such verve, passion, inventiveness and skill that all is forgiven and then some. My favorite novel since "Atonement" maybe. (*****)

Films Julian Watched Recently

  • Deadpool
    I probably only got two-thirds of the jokes about the conventions of superhero movies and 80s/90s pop culture, but it was really funny. It was also really violent and bloody, so I almost walked out early on, but ended up sticking around for the jokes, and looking away from the screen for a significant amount of time. The opening credits and the after-closing-credits squib were funny enough right there, and then there’s the movie. This was recommended by a friend. Thanks friend. (****)
  • Hail, Caesar!
    This is a gentle, loving, sometimes hilarious parody of 40s/50s movie studios, directors, genres and stars. For most of the time I had a grin on my face, rooting for it, willing it to be funnier. And then, when it was over, something strange happened. My moviegoing companion and I laughed harder recalling the jokes than we did seeing them for the first time. There is so much going on that’s so clever, I know I’m going to enjoy it even more when I see the DVD. (***)
  • Spotlight
    A paean to investigative journalism, to having the courage to tell the truth that no one wants to hear, and an encouragement to the Catholic Church to clean up its act. A friend said she appreciated the sober photography, the camera always in the right place, and the classical editing, with no attempt to jazz things up with handheld sequences or fast cuts. The superior writing and acting are more than up to the task of delivering riveting cinema. Timely and excellent. (*****)
  • Bikes vs. Cars
    Passionate documentary of bicycle activism around the world. Activists and drivers see the world as A vs. B. and the underdogs claw a way forward, one cycle lane at a time. It makes me long for a future when we can all just get along without trashing the climate and killing each other. (***)
  • 45 Years
    Woefully underwritten drama about a long-married middle-class UK couple depends on stars Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay for everything, and barely gels. (*)

Things NC Consumed Recently

  • F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby
    More than forty years on since my last reading, this classic novel is remarkable not so much for its romantic longings as for its emphasis on American violence, its depiction of a country in which California hardly matters and its meeting of the Mid West and East Coast. Plus its succinct nine chapters, its elegant prose and its almost noirish tone: Tom breaking Myrtle's nose would seem to foreshadow Lee Marvin throwing hot coffee in Gloria Grahame's face in The Big Heat - and the use of flashbacks helps too. I'd like to thank the publicity for the recent film version and my current cold for sending me back to the novel (and my young self).
  • Isabelle Eberhardt
    In 1904, Isabelle Eberhardt drowned in the desert, leaving behind, among other things, various writings in French (a novel, travel notes, a journal, short stories), Islam, Lake Geneva, a husband, debauchery in kif, sex and alcohol, and a small collection of male clothing, which she wore habitually, along with her man's name. The lazy say she was an early hippie, because of her nomadic, hedonistic life, and being the first one to die at 27. Lindqvist has her in a line from Villon, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Celine and Genet. Her story can only get stranger and more fascinating. "In The Shadow of Islam", "The Passionate Nomad", "The Oblivion Seekers" and Annette Kobak's biography are one way in. You'll find there an apt fatal romanticism for vast desert spaces and a depiction of Islam to ponder. Among other things.
  • Listen to Britain - Humphrey Jennings
    Terence Davies is surely right to say Listen to Britain is in part an attempt to define the nation on the eve of its being invaded. But that invasion never came. A little prematurely, Humphrey Jennings's film records what left later, with something messier, less defined usurping through the back door. Terence Davies is surely right to say Listen to Britain is one of the greatest things these islands have produced.
  • Patience (After Sebald)
    Grant Gee's documentary uses a palette of pale black and white, maps and talking heads to comment on W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn, an account of his walk through Suffolk. Unlike the book, where a variety of genres (and photographs) coheres to make a recognisable whole, the film suffers slightly from a lack of direction. It is too specific to serve as an introduction and lacks an overriding arc that might describe a thesis. However, with its archival footage, interviews with the author and shots of the route taken, it is essential viewing for those already in thrall to all things Sebaldian - even if the ending, alas, veers close to Conan Doyle and fairies-in-the-garden territory.
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