i was at the library and this blue popped out at me (see egan, jennifer). i read the flammable skirt book not that long ago and remembered not loving i was at the library and this blue popped out at me (see egan, jennifer). i read the flammable skirt book not that long ago and remembered not loving it, but not hating it exactly. i read this one and it passed the time before bed fine, easy even, though i found it terribly unbelievable. sometimes the sentences annoyed me. i'm still a little confused, visually, about a major element of the plot.
otherwise, i liked the mom's character quite a bit. yes, quite a bit. i mean, maybe not her exactly, but the way she wafted in and out.
yeah. i dig matthew b. crawford's point and i giggled out loud on the bus when, near the beginning, he gets all sassy on "the rise of the creative clayeah. i dig matthew b. crawford's point and i giggled out loud on the bus when, near the beginning, he gets all sassy on "the rise of the creative class" ---
but then. but then.
i was sorta thinking that there'd be more education-policy-stuff in the book and less here's-what-i-do-with-my-hands-man. maybe my bad in that i paid more attention to the title's "shopclass" than "soulcraft." i got waybored with the waxing poetic vignettes slash drawings from his life. while i got pretty far, maybe 3/4ths in, there was no real discussion of race or class or gender (or, AHEM, privilege), which to me seems sorta important in a book with such lofty aspirations to grand scale social change. i dunno. there were these things and at some points he'd make vaguely sexist quips that made my face get ugly with shock.
was this his phd turned memoir?
it sucks because i really wanted to like it. i mean, really, totally high five his thesis, but the socio-politics of work are way more complicated and f-ed up than a self-motivated white dude ivory towers and then decides to be a mechanic equals answer/bliss/yeah.
i give it two stars because i think it was a step in the right direction. and because i have repeated, mystified, the fact that there's a mercedes that doesn't have a dip stick. that's wiggitywack for reals. ...more
i know this book had a couple hiccups (maybe a tad too many similes, i could have done without so much kiwi), but one day i left the book at work and, i know this book had a couple hiccups (maybe a tad too many similes, i could have done without so much kiwi), but one day i left the book at work and, upon realizing this at home, my whole world fell down.
it's just written so pretty and the fucking bird man, man.
and the line "sometimes i worry that what i did with the Bird Man happened because i wanted it to." fuck that noise, ava. fuck that noise, for realz.
this after the wolf book, which i loved so evangelical i left in minneapolis so someone else could read it.
i'm on her team. that karen russell team. go team, go!
**spoiler alert** so the whole world went all bonkers about this book and look at that cover design! my kitchen walls dream in that blue. that is one**spoiler alert** so the whole world went all bonkers about this book and look at that cover design! my kitchen walls dream in that blue. that is one dreamyass blue.
i was really into the plotline involving jocelyn and bennie and lou, et al. i thought they were gonna be the goon squad. i thought i was going to love them through their lives and be surprised that lou wasn't a total perv and that rhea and alice would end up total BFFs, and even years later as lou was dying more shit would happen and blah blah.
but no. enter a zillion other plotlines. it's like a cd, man! all these tracks! it's like a wall of sound, maaaaaaaaaan! and i guess that's the point, but it started to feel silly to me*. like, (page turn) oh hello dolly's daughter, i figured i'd find you all grown up and anal at some point.
i mean, its ambitious and i didn't hate reading it. maybe it just new & mod and i am an old fart. i mean, i am an old fart, but about this.
but man. that look at that blue! and the loveliness of rhea's freckles and the weird interaction with lou on the balcony! i guess i just wanted to read THAT book. which is sort of unfair and like demanding ambrosia salad at a restaurant that never advertised selling ambrosia salad anyhow.
also, all the narrators were obsessed with blond hair. which was weird. like, for so many narrators to blondobsess. there was the redobsess moment. but mostly. blond this, blond that.
*in a way that say, feast of love, with its revolving narrators didn't. perhaps due to the number of shifts -- in time, in perspective, in place, etc.