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“Banville has astonishing powers…This is unequivocally a work of brilliance” blurbs the Spectator on the back of the dust jacket. And my hometown paper, the KC Star placed it among its top 10 novels of 2009. So what the heck, I bought it on discoun...
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I have long wanted to read a book by John Banville. I've started a few, sometimes among the shelves of a local bookstore, but have never gone past a few pages. Banville's stated goal when writing prose is to provide it with "the kind of denseness and...moreI have long wanted to read a book by John Banville. I've started a few, sometimes among the shelves of a local bookstore, but have never gone past a few pages. Banville's stated goal when writing prose is to provide it with "the kind of denseness and thickness that poetry has." As a lover of especially poetic prose, I was curious.
Quickly put, "The Infinities" follows the Greek god Hermes as he watches a modern family come together to pay final respects to their dying patriarch. He narrates their actions, explains their thoughts, and waxes on immortals' place in the universe. As the book progresses, the identity the narrator comes into question and subtle hints that this book takes place in an alternate universe emerge from the memories of the Godley family.
I found the conceit of the book intriguing, but I'm afraid it starts to lose its charm half-way through the book. By the time some of the characters begin to reveal their true selves, Banville had lost my interest. (Granted, I still finished the book.) The man's prose is pretty solid and remarkably particular in its word choice. (Sometimes Banville even seems to be showboating, using 25¢ words which I had to look up the meanings for. [Thanks Kindle for the handiness of your dictionary function!]) But his pedantic devotion to saturating his language drowned the story and its characters, obfuscated the alternate world he was trying to hint at, and just lost any of the whimsy that a modern tale featuring ancient gods may have had. Even with hit-you-over-the-head-with-a-hammer symbolism in the character's names, references to Greek myth and Bible stories, the novel just seems to reference itself and never comes to anything more than the book it is. Banville is somewhat disliked in some circles because of his clear statements that his writing, unlike those of many of his colleagues, is art. If so, his dexterity with words is impressive, but in the end this work of art had the curious and oxymoronic distinction of being heavy-handed and empty. Oh, well.(less)
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As enchanted as I was by Banville's beautiful prose, this farcical meditation on what it means to be silly foolish human things, babes really, I can't deny I was ready for this novel to end. To say by closing page I was well-worn would be fitting. Ti...
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Delicious lists, fascinating philosophies, nightmarish visions, and hallucinatory images. Flaubert writes a novel (which almost reads like a play) that describes in detail the dreams that Anthony has during a single trying night. Flaubert's writing i...moreDelicious lists, fascinating philosophies, nightmarish visions, and hallucinatory images. Flaubert writes a novel (which almost reads like a play) that describes in detail the dreams that Anthony has during a single trying night. Flaubert's writing is not so much poetic as precise (which I am led to believe was his goal in writing). He culls names and images from history, myth, legend, religion, and science to concoct scenes and characters who confront Anthony and challenge his faith. There are many lovely and luscious moments in the books, but several clunky scenes, too, where the author seems to spend too much time wandering in his own thoughts. I was also disappointed by the ending. After 100 pages of characters and experiences that gave reasons to lose one's faith, Anthony never has a chance to give his own reasons for maintaining it. Instead, the morning comes suddenly and Anthony's nightmares end. I would have liked to have read a rebuttal to the visions' temptations. Still, the book was fun to read, and for the most part I liked Flaubet's style, images, and ideas enough that I will seek out more of his works.(less)
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" Sarah wrote: "Benjamin, that doesn't not sound like fun to me, killing, dying violently, and lonelines!?!"
I guess you haven't ever read any David Seda...moreSarah wrote: "Benjamin, that doesn't not sound like fun to me, killing, dying violently, and lonelines!?!"
I guess you haven't ever read any David Sedaris, then.(less)"
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Brutal and acerbic yet honest and charming, a collection of fables and stories featuring animals consuming each other, dying violently, trying to combat loneliness, and acting like humans. A quick, fun read.
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"Sarah wrote: "I think I will read this one. Maybe I can get it on the kindle."
I read it on the Kindle."
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[Another entry in my reading-theme: Books About People Away from Home.]
I have had mixed feelings about Michael Ondaatje novels. Granted, I have only read half of the novels he has written, but they always struck me as being written beautifully, but l...more[Another entry in my reading-theme: Books About People Away from Home.]
I have had mixed feelings about Michael Ondaatje novels. Granted, I have only read half of the novels he has written, but they always struck me as being written beautifully, but lacking in a driving plot or meandering though seemingly unconnected moments. I would finish his book and think, "That was lovely, but what am I supposed to take away from it?"
This novel was different, however. There is a very clear plot, pretty well rounded characters, some very well established themes and explored ideas, and, as always, Ondaatje's lovely language. In fact, the book made me want to write.
(In short, the plot is of a writer named Michael remembering his boat ride from his homeland of Sri Lanka to a new life in England, where his mother waits for him. Along the way, he makes 2 solid friendships, meets all manner of interesting people, spies on moments of intrigue and secrets, and generally finds himself in situations bigger than he understood. Thematically, the book discusses how impressions from tiny moments can make lasting effects on a life, the desire to save someone; the bonds between friends, family, lovers, and nostalgia; and a general celebration of childhood. At times the book wanders into moments that seem just barely within the reach of believability; sometimes this bothered me, other times it added a hint of playful fantasy to the book.)
There's a part of me that wants to give the book only 4 stars, as it will probably not go down in my mind as one of my favorite books, but since I was always eager to get back to reading the book (a rare occurrence), I found it so well-written, and it inspired me to want to write again, I decided to award it with a full 5 stars.(less)
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I found some websites that let you download old pulp stories for the Kindle; this story was one I had found.
It's a fairly straight-forward pulpy kind of tale about a WWII warship that slips through a fault in time to the prehistoric past. Pterodactyl...moreI found some websites that let you download old pulp stories for the Kindle; this story was one I had found.
It's a fairly straight-forward pulpy kind of tale about a WWII warship that slips through a fault in time to the prehistoric past. Pterodactyls attack, they meet a few savages, and fall into conflict with some mutant-like men who fly plastic airplanes. I kept waiting for a clever twist or explanation for the various anachronisms and curiosities the story presented, but none ever came. It had pretty much every stereotype of the genre: manly man, the character-less girl, the brilliant scientist who is an expert on all subjects, the foreign villain, dinosaurs as mindless hulks of natural savagery, and a deus ex machina climax. It was just one of those stories where I sat there and thought, "You could have done so much more!" But maybe that's why this ended up a forgotten novella in a pulp magazine, and not one of the benchmarks of the genre.
(The sad thing is, I have kind of wanted to read this story for 20 years or so. In a dinosaurs-in-pop-culture book I have, the illustrations for this story were featured in a chapter on "Dinosaurs in Pulp Fiction". The images were pretty nice, by J. Allen St. John, one of the original illustrators for Edgar Rice Burroughs' novels. Finally, I got my hands on it, and it was something of a let-down.)(less)
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