Friday, March 27, 2015
However, the rhythm of his life was not quite right. He earned all that he had but felt he was not the person people thought he was. He loved a woman full of life but unattainable and his fate eventually placed him in a slave labor camp with hundreds of other POWs building the rail line from the movie "Bridge On The River Kwai." He and some of the others survived and returned to their old lives but were marked by the horrors of the camp. These are the bare bones of the story of Dorrigi Evans and the people in his life.
This is a subtle, horrific, deftly layered and deeply moving story. It is one of the most beautifully and skillfully written books I have ever encountered. Life lived daily seems linear and fairly predictable. When viewed over time, it is beyond comprehension, with words like God, love, good and bad being too deep to fully grasp. Mr. Flanagan does as good a job of tackling life in an engaging story as you are likely to find. The book was awarded the Man Booker prize. Beyond that, it transcends the category of being a good read to that of being a great book such as those described in literature classes as achieving the height of the art. This review doesn't come close to what you will find in the book. Over time you will find it indescribable.
Friday, March 13, 2015
I was never what would be considered a voracious reader, but by the time I got into high school I found that I enjoyed reading certain genres and authors. I found characters such as Holden Caulfield relateable and entertaining… minus the mental breakdown and psychotherapy, of course. And I found that I was particularly drawn to sci-fi thrillers. Enter: Stephen King.
A good, scary book was always an easy read and for years I read anything I could get my hands on my Stephen King. That being said, I read The Shining for the first time at 18 years old and didn’t touch another King book for at least 6 months. That book made the movie look like a Disney cartoon.
Over the years I made my way through a number of his classics, all better than the movie remakes, but I started to find his newer material a little more “out there”. Now, I understand that the man is out there to begin with, but he went from writing scary thrillers to drafting stories and plot lines that were just plain weird. I’ll give credit where credit is due: I became more of a reader because of King, but over time I branched out and found my nightstand littered with other authors. I felt that maybe Mr. King had spent a little bit too much time off the grid, up in Maine. Then, this past Christmas, my sister-in-law gave me 11/22/63. While I probably hadn’t read anything by him in almost ten years, I was excited to see if it would rekindle my appreciation for his ability or if he had ceased to be the same author. I was not disappointed.
He demonstrated what drew me to his work originally. He had recaptured the art of storytelling… the depth of characters both noble and repulsive, settings so vividly described they were tangible, and, most importantly, knowing how to tie up a seemingly impossible ending. In addition to all of these wonderful traits, the utterly make-believe story was woven together with plenty of historical accuracy. I not only enjoyed the break from reality that the story provided, but was fascinated by the history lesson I received in reading it. I understand that much of what was written was done so with creative license (much like the CB character that exists on a certain blog), but he did his homework and, in some regards, I learned more details about the life and times of Dallas in 1963 than I had from any history class or discussion I’ve had regarding President Kennedy’s assassination. The combination of factual events intertwined with a well crafted story about time travel made for one the most enjoyable books I’ve come across in a long time.
Thank you, Mr. King. It’s good to have you back.
Posted by Becky at 6:34 AM
Thursday, March 12, 2015
This 2004 short novel follows a handful of characters through one night from just before midnight until just around dawn in modern Tokyo. We know this time span because each chapter has a clock showing us the time progression through the book and their lives. There is a narrator who describes some scenes as if through a camera but we also learn about them in their dialogue and actions. I found the narrator a bit jarring compared to most descriptive styles but it was an interesting change.
You get a sense in the book that we live in a relatively concrete existence as individuals during the day but we tend to blend into each other and into other dimensions late at night, especially as we sleep. It's tough to tell if the nighttime blending effects the daytime individual but there may be a relationship. In the hands of a less skilled author this could get dry and ham handed and more like a psychologist's lecture and less like a good story with hidden meanings, but Murakami is one of the best authors of our age and the style and story work for him. As is a must with me to recommend a book, I liked most of the characters and the glimpse into their varied lives. I hope you do too.