" The New York Times reviewer recently called this the "memoir of the year." That, and the reviewer's remark that it was full of wild sex, made me rush...more
The New York Times reviewer recently called this the "memoir of the year." That, and the reviewer's remark that it was full of wild sex, made me rush out to read it. It's the free-ranging memoir of a young composer who survived cancer and a bone marrow transplant that resulted in near-death, had an affair with one of his healthcare providers who subsequently came unhinged, and kept diaries all along the way. The author also includes portions from his mother's diaries and his deceased father's unpublished writings. Along with photos and other graphic elements, this book seems inspired by W.G. Sebald with its pastiche of visual and "found" elements, asides, and digressions.
I found the experience of reading this book fascinating and infuriating. Joshua Cody has some very interesting things to say and is probably most interesting when he's writing about music and comparing music to literature. His description of a near-death experience was also worth the price of admission. But sometimes what Cody has to say feels awfully hermetic, self-involved, narcissistic, and in need of some editorial refinement. I couldn't quite follow the meanings that the author attaches to the work of Ezra Pound and others. I didn't see the value of including his father's writings. Though kiss and tell is always bound to be biased, I really wanted to hear the healthcare provider's side of the story. Did Cody's narcissicism or caddishness have a role to play in her becoming unhinged? Or was she really as batshit as portrayed? What was she doing sleeping with a former patient? Was he that irresistible?
If you're a memoirist or a committed reader of memoir, this book is worth reading. Maybe understanding the Pound and other references just required more work than I was willing to put in. At least the author has original ideas to impart and is not just exploiting the most dramatic elements of his story. If anything, the drama is nicely underplayed.(less)
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Well, it's probably blasphemy to say this, and I did give this book the highest possible rating, but some of Didion's stylistic methods: the lists, the questions, the coy mingling of abstract and concrete, were showing here. They felt like tricks rat...more
Well, it's probably blasphemy to say this, and I did give this book the highest possible rating, but some of Didion's stylistic methods: the lists, the questions, the coy mingling of abstract and concrete, were showing here. They felt like tricks rather than fluid means of transcending the personal and reaching the universal. I actually got annoyed with the narrator when she couldn't seem to answer her own interminable questions when the answers seemed obvious to me. Of course, if your mother has chronic migraine, carries a presumptive diagnosis of MS, looks frail, writes about chaos and the meaninglessness of the universe, and your parents take you with them around the world to movie sets and agents' offices, you may well become precocious, feel as if it is your job to take care of them, and develop your own sense that the universe is meaningless and chaotic. Is this really mysterious? You may see the randomness lurking in the choice/adoption fable meant to reassure you that you were fated to be with your adoptive parents. How could you not ask "what if you weren't home when the doctor called to offer me to you," etc., when your mother asks these sorts of questions in her writing all the time? How can Didion not see how much Quintana probably wanted to be a writer like Mom and Dad? Didion approaches and then darts away from deeper understanding of her daughter's and her own psychology. Some of the montage/collage -- the movement from contemplating her daughter's psychology to her own physical problems of aging felt narcissistic. Can she only think about her daughter empathetically for so long before she has to shift focus to herself? I understand that the larger themes are mortality and the unwillingness to acknowledge the passage of time, etc., etc., but there were still so many moments when I wanted to pin the narrator down to staying in the moment with her daughter before getting back to herself.
Didion also throws around psychiatric diagnoses applied at various times to Quintana as if they explain her but it feels cruel to apply a diagnosis so often used to discredit intense women, and so often lacking in scientific validity -- borderline personality disorder -- to describe her daughter. It doesn't explain at this point, it only discredits. I haven't yet quite gotten to the end of the book but it's still not clear to me what the connection is between these psychiatric diagnoses and her daughter's final physical illness. Maybe Didion is relying on the reader to connect some of these dots, but for some reason this book felt more coy and evasive than her other works. Are we being asked to forgive her? Tell her that whatever happened with her daughter isn't her fault? Or condemn and forgive her at the same time? Is the subject matter still too fraught, too painful, the relationship too unresolved? Am I projecting here my own feelings about my mother and her blindnesses to me? I feel as if I'm being too hard on Didion -- What could be more horrible than losing your husband and your daughter within a few months of one another, in the midst of losing your own physical and cognitive bearings? Didion is brave to even broach these subjects, and even when she's not at the top of her game, she's better than virtually everyone else writing memoir. I relished every word of this book even as I sometimes wanted to shake the narrator.(less)
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I think Eugenides is a master of prose. Each sentence seems beautifully and carefully crafted. I enjoyed the trip into many separate universes. In a way, this reads like an old fashioned novel, and the main plot -- who will the heroine wind up with?...more
I think Eugenides is a master of prose. Each sentence seems beautifully and carefully crafted. I enjoyed the trip into many separate universes. In a way, this reads like an old fashioned novel, and the main plot -- who will the heroine wind up with? -- was less interesting than the multiple worlds -- literary criticism, of the 1980s, genetics research, Mother Teresa's hospital in India, the treatment of bipolar disorder that Eugenides explores. This doesn't feel like a book written to please an editor or an audience. It feels idiosyncratic and driven by Eugenides' own interests. He also gets the voice of the upper middle class parents down stunningly.(less)
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A pretty good collection of short stories from all eras on the subject of love and romance.
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Lawnboy
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Paul Lisicky (Goodreads Author)
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I reviewed a lot of short story anthologies to teach a short fiction class, and this one was wonderful. It includes a lot of the classics students hadn't read on their own -- Gogol, Chekhov, Kafka, and contemporary writers as well. Concise bios and a...more
I reviewed a lot of short story anthologies to teach a short fiction class, and this one was wonderful. It includes a lot of the classics students hadn't read on their own -- Gogol, Chekhov, Kafka, and contemporary writers as well. Concise bios and a whole section of critical essays. The students loved it, as did I. My only complaint is that it's printed on the thinnest, most see-through paper you've ever seen.(less)
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