Tag Archives: My reviews

Review: THE LAST BROTHER

This book – by Nathacha Appanah, translated from the French by Geoffrey Strachan – is reviewed by me in today’s Star Tribune, and comes to us from Graywolf Press.

Review: Jose Saramago – THE ELEPHANT’S JOURNEY

My brief review of Jose Saramago’s THE ELEPHANT’S JOURNEY is up.

Shell Games.

I mentioned it elsewhere, but not here: my review of Shell Games: Rogues, Smugglers, and the Hunt for Nature’s Bounty appeared recently at the Star Tribune, in Minneapolis.

Last minute wrap-up.

  • I mentioned this in a couple of other places, but please have a look at my two newest book reviews, both at the Star Tribune newspaper in lovely Minnesota. Here and here.
  • East Coast, looking for a last minute holiday recommendation for book gifting? Have a listen to Condalmo friend Michelle – she’ll be talking up some good books on the radio today. Here’s your link.
  • There should be a new review up at Identity Theory this week.
  • Have a look at this Christmas story.
  • Finally, here’s hoping you are all having a good holiday.

“Of Song and Water” paperback.

I’m pleased to see that Joseph Coulson’s excellent Of Song and Water is being released in paperback by Archipelago Books. I liked this book a lot – here’s my interview with Mr. Coulson, and here’s my review of the book at The Quarterly Conversation. We also recently ran a review of it at Identity Theory.

Obligations of book reviewers.

Mark Athitakis sums it up:

Earlier this week the FTC released new guidelines on how bloggers must disclose their relationships with commercial entities. I haven’t spent much time thinking about this—unlike smart people who have—mainly because I suspect any battle between the gummint and bloggers will attack women and children first. Relatively speaking, me and my modest stack of advance reader’s copies aren’t worth anybody’s attention and trouble. I’ve always considered ARCs as a tool to do my job, not some great prize; I receive them, but, like editors at newspaper book reviews, I feel no particular obligation to review them, acknowledge their existence, or announce their provenance if I do get around to mentioning them.

I received a review copy – the finished book, not an ARC – the other day that the publisher paid over $20 to have shipped to me. I feel no obligation whatsoever to name it, or to attempt to review it (as it’s likely way over my head, and I would not do the book the justice it may well deserve) despite the outlandish expense incurred to send it to me. It’s one of many, and there are only so many hours in the day. It will likely get passed on to a reviewer at Identity Theory.

You know Mark is on the straight and narrow, because if he was making any profit whatsoever from ARCs, he wouldn’t be drinking Folgers. No way

Review: “Death with Interruptions”.

My review of Death with Interruptions appears in today’s PopMatters. Excerpt:

…Saramago skewers the flailing reactions of each of these institutions mercilessly and slyly, as an underground “maphia” emerges to see to the transport of the elderly and infirm across the border, at which point they promptly expire, and before long the maphia and government find themselves working together.  The church veers back and forth between explanations for the lack of death.  The philosophers spin their wheels in the mud.  When Saramago has this country’s citizens wondering how, at a time with death has completely ceased, “what the hell is going on with the government, who have so far given not the slightest sign of life”—it seems like an instantly universal truism about government’s common problems, regardless of the problem at hand…

Reading 2008 (part one).

What follows is an incomplete list of readings from 08.  Somewhere around June I started reading more and keeping track less, but these stood out, for various reasons.

My Father’s Paradise by Ariel Sabar:  Ariel’s father was born in Iraq; Ariel grew up in the United States.  They traveled back to Iraq to search for their roots.  The book is in part an account of those travels, but also an accounting of the cultures of both countries, and how they can fit together in the present day.  A lot of people, myself included, are still remarkably ignorant about Iraq, despite the events of the past few years.  This book’s a great way to break that up.

Correspondences by Ben Greenman:  Holy shit, this thing costs $50?  Yes, it does.  I can’t speak to the beauty of the finished product (though others have) as my copy is a review copy, and so lacking the $50 presentation.  I can speak to the quality of the stories, though: great stuff.  Greenman comes at various forms of discontent from wildly different directions, in epistolary forms.  Clever, but not too clever.  Serious, but not too serious.  I hope this collection is released in a less elaborate, more affordable format – not to downplay the book-as-object/art, but $50, that hurts.  (Just saw on the inrtbwebs that some reviewer compared it to The Royal Tenenbaums.  My response: no)

Our Story Begins by Tobias Wolff:  I hemmed and hawed about whether to write at all about books covered to excess everywhere else – thinking maybe I’d just write about books that maybe you’d heard less about.  Then I only saw Wolff’s story collection on one or two best-of lists.  Maybe in part because most of the collection was culled from other collections, but still, there’s gold in them thar hills.

Touch and Go and P.S. by Studs Terkel:  One of those started-and-abandoned posts I wrote about before was a look at my own life-story work at USM, and a look at Terkel’s work.  There’s no gold in that thar hill, but I would like to point you toward these two books, particularly if you’re only familiar with his better-known titles.

A Better Angel by Chris Adrian:  Can’t tell you how many aborted attempts to review this one transpired here.  I got bogged down in a mire of indignance at Adrian not being better known by this point.  The Children’s Hospital was excellent, and this story collection is also very fine.

Hurry Down Sunshine by Michael Greenberg:  Loved this.  Greenberg avoids self-pity for the most part, and when he veers toward it, he is quick to examine it, turn it over and over.  I appreciated the journalist approach he takes (he’s written for the Times Literary Supplement) toward his daughter’s struggles with severe mental illness.  I appreciated his dissection of the moment in which he loses it himself.  In a year in which I probably read too much fiction about mental illness, this one was a standout.


The Amnesiac by Sam Taylor:  This one, not so much.  I was so ready to adore this book, but it was too long.  Taylor could have tightened it up a bit and had a winner.  The ending was ambiguous, for me, and not in that “ambiguous ending” sort of way that I love; probably because by that point, I was irritable that it had gone on for so long.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed reading (most) of it, and there were some really brilliant parts in there – I loved the essay on “The Life and Works of Tomas Ryal” and thought here we go, now we’re getting into the payoff, but when James (our intrepid mental-illness-suffering narrator) goes back to look at it later, it’s strangely disappeared from the internet as though it never existed! F that, and after the ninth mention in the story of the band “The Go-Betweens” I tracked down the album, and it sucks.  Stupid 80’s revivalism.

Netherland by Joseph O’Neill:  Jesus, I’m not going to pile on with this one.  I would like to note that, at moments, the structure and the self-awareness of the structure raised an eyebrow.  A great, gratifying read anyway.  I had a draft post started about it called “Bromancing the Ramkissoon” and everything I wrote in the actual post paled in comparison.  Bromance!

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