3.5 stars, more precisely. Oh, hell, let's go crazy. 3.75.
Since it seemed that everyone knew the story of "The Lottery," I wondered if I had read it...more3.5 stars, more precisely. Oh, hell, let's go crazy. 3.75.
Since it seemed that everyone knew the story of "The Lottery," I wondered if I had read it in high school too and forgotten it. I hadn't. So I spent the entire book in anticipation of this really creepy story waiting for me at the end. "The Lottery," in this post-Hunger Games world of ours, did not creep me out or horrify me in the way that everyone seemed to have expected. But I presume that I now know where Suzanne Collins got her nascent idea for a story. Personally, I found "The Tooth" and the strange character of Jim who followed the ailing woman and appeared out of nowhere at frequent intervals far more unsettling than the entrenched and unquestioned societal more of stoning a random community member for the sake of tradition.
I disliked the story of "Elizabeth," the failing publisher, the most. It seemed to drag on forever. I enjoyed the unsettled feelings of "Like Mother Used to Make" and "Charles" the most. I appreciated the bounces back and forth between city dwellers and small town folk, some appreciative of their surroundings and others disgruntled, following the sorts of vague fears and social dilemmas that occur in various social spaces.
I read in the introduction that the book was nearly subtitled The Adventures of James Harris, so I appreciated the knowledge that the repetition of that and other names among the stories was quite intentional, but I'm looking forward to a discussion about what his repetition signifies (apart from the obvious nefariousness he is often up to).(less)
I just finished reading this book, but I had to go read the Wikipedia entry about it to make sure I hadn't missed some crucial plot element somewhere...moreI just finished reading this book, but I had to go read the Wikipedia entry about it to make sure I hadn't missed some crucial plot element somewhere that would have explained my utter inability to connect with the legendary horror of this story. Nope. Didn't actually miss a thing. And when I think on the topics of the plot line that I read mostly on dreary grey October days, it ought to be sufficiently creepy. So I have to lay all the fault for my disinterest at James' writing style, which, it must be admitted, if there ever were a person to engage in such a critique--and surely there are many who so aim to do!--suffers inexorably from a wanton disregard from any interest in conveying meaning to a mystified reader, and rather, seems to glory in the main on the superfluous use of adverbs, gratuitous punctuation, and the purposeless lengthening of sentences beyond all reason. (I didn't lose you there, did I?) This slim 120 page book really could have fit into The New Yorker with some editing for modern reading sensibilities.(less)
I did not read this book as a child, though my brother enjoyed the whole Oz series, and it was clear from the very beginning that I missed the boat. I...moreI did not read this book as a child, though my brother enjoyed the whole Oz series, and it was clear from the very beginning that I missed the boat. I have read many children's books for the first time as an adult and enjoyed them a great deal. But this was not one of them. Every challenge in the companions' journey, though described as difficult or impossible to overcome at the outset, was dealt with swiftly and without much challenge. I never felt in the least bit caught up by their predicaments because each one was over before I could really bother. I doubt that it would have held my attention much as a 10-year-old either.(less)
My take-away impression of this set of graphic vignettes that mostly revolve around fairly mundane glimpses into her life and motherhood, is that this...moreMy take-away impression of this set of graphic vignettes that mostly revolve around fairly mundane glimpses into her life and motherhood, is that this is what happens when hipsters reach middle age and write a book. Of course it's going to be a graphic novel, because most people still think of them as "comic books" and are sooooo behind the times. And of course it's going to be a set of stories about how you swear a lot in front of and with your pre-teens because you're "that mom"--not like the other moms. Also, your 12-year-old daughter is a vegetarian--of course she is. And naturally you used the all-natural de-licer instead of the mega-chemical ones when she got lice. And then you wrote this story about it. And, imagine my shock to learn that you play the electric fiddle (guitar is so passé). I never would have guessed.
To be clear, I like graphic novels, I swear A LOT, I was a vegetarian when I was 12, and I would choose the all-natural de-licer if I needed such a product. I don't play the electric fiddle, but I do play the bassoon (nerd checkmate). It is not the content of her life that I find clichéd, nor do I object to the idea of a book about finding meaning in mundane life events, but in this case it added up to a whole that I found a bit pretentious and, well, hipsterish.(less)
Whatever Kahn's intended purpose was with this book, it did not mesh with what I was looking for. I am just beginning to explore the idea that I may p...moreWhatever Kahn's intended purpose was with this book, it did not mesh with what I was looking for. I am just beginning to explore the idea that I may possibly one day choose to live in a tiny home. I appreciated the different varieties of homes profiled in this book, but could have used much more detail about them. It seems that the owners of each one just sent some photographs to be published along with their letters saying they'd love to be featured in the book and a couple interesting details about their home. I was looking for some more practical information, like floor plans, how people have chosen to balance trade-offs between, say, a bit more storage space and designated eating nook. I wanted to hear whether people who have chosen ladders to sleeping lofts rather than committing enough space to a staircase are happy with that decision after living with it for a while. I was also hoping for some answers about whether and how people successfully combine tiny house living with true homesteading (e.g., space to preserve food and store it, space for sewing projects and supplies, etc.). But never mind homesteading, some of these places don't even have space for a kitchen of whatever kind. Is it really a home if you can't cook in it? It must not be an all-the-time home. And to each his own, but I also fail to see the value of making a home for yourself that is so small that you have to have a separate outhouse, or in one case even, an outhouse, a bath house, and an entirely separate structure that is the bedroom, i.e., a shack just large enough for you to crawl onto your mattress.
Also, why are things like backyard sheds and a little covered bridge featured in a book about tiny homes? As much as I'm interested in simplicity, living ecologically, and living well within my financial means, comparing people's homes with tool sheds, potting sheds, and a covered bridge area is not making me more enthusiastic about the prospects of tiny home living.
I guess if you're reading through this book as an art/architecture book it may be fine. Or if you're just mildly curious about what this alternative lifestyle might look like on the surface, cool. I was hoping for something a little more helpful, I guess, and I will have to keep looking.(less)
Michael Ian Black is VERY frank about his life and its very normal, even banal problems in this memoir. Oh, you and your wife fight about chores? Your...moreMichael Ian Black is VERY frank about his life and its very normal, even banal problems in this memoir. Oh, you and your wife fight about chores? Your babies are a pain in the ass to take care of when you only want to be sleeping? You got picked on in middle school because you weren't cool? This material should not make for an interesting read. The thing is, though, that Michael Ian Black is hilarious. His brief stories are ordered perfectly to jump from his present day back to a relevant childhood story, back to the present day in a way that improves each one. The banality of his problems makes them supremely relatable, and maybe has the power to make your own mundane problems a bit funnier? Maybe? Maybe arguing about who's going to clean the bathroom can be funny if only I can word it right?? At the very least, I'm pretty sure, after gulping this book down in basically one sitting, that everyone else's life is at least as shitty (and nonetheless happy) as mine.(less)