A good gift for the brainy chick in your life. She might love the book, she might not, but she will know that your heart is in the right place.
This inA good gift for the brainy chick in your life. She might love the book, she might not, but she will know that your heart is in the right place.
This information is an important public service, since many more brainy chicks now have sufficient income to buy their own earrings, dinners at destination restaurants, etc., at will, so the traditional go-to's for partners when gift-shopping for the brainy chick in your life are getting thin on the ground.
My personal Long Suffering Wife (LSW) appreciated the gift and enjoyed reading it, although she had some minor criticisms (e.g., excessive gore). She informs that the book has a great resemblance to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and the great many sequels and imitations that have appeared in its wake. The popularity of this genre is a mystery to me, but is an undeniable fact. Attempting to explain the appeal to me recently, LSW said “Buffy erases the stink of centuries of helpless heroines”, a idea which, I admit, would never occur to me.
In any event, deep into the 32nd year of our alliance, LSW and I long ago developed a set of unspoken protocols to ensure the continuation of domestic harmony. We never, as far as I can remember, signed a contract or anything like that, but we have a certain set of silent agreements that seemingly settled over us like comfortable and benevolent smog. Among them is that a gifted book is only open for reading by the gift-giver after a seemly period after the recipient has finished. If one guesses incorrectly about the literary taste of one's loved one, the seemly period will never start, no less finish, so it is important not to give one's loved one a book one is impatient to read oneself.
In this case, however, I guessed correctly, so recently I was able to read and enjoy this novel myself.
I don't have a boatload of resentment about sexist literary stereotypes to unload, but I brought my own charmingly inexplicable set of personality disorders to the text. In particular, I have always had a problematic relation to work, which can be summed up thus: “You expect me to do THIS all day?” I have never really made my peace with working for a living, so I often look and enjoy to portrayals of work in fiction and non-fiction in the hope that the hand of the artist will clarify all.
This novel has a lot of detail about working for a living, even though it presents itself as a superhero novel. This is of limited interest to many people and can, I feel, at least partially explain the numerous resentful one-star reviews on this website from people who, I speculate, read novels to escape the drudgery of working for a living, and don't necessarily want to be reminded of the million sticky-like-tar details of the average office-drone life.
How you feel about this novel may depend on how you feel about somebody screwing around with the norms of the superhero genre. I confess with shame that superheroes never fascinated me as much as they seemed to fascinate others, and that I am always prepared to enjoy a good burlesque of the many clichés found therein. No matter how you enjoy your book, there's plenty to like here, including a lot of good clear writing and a story that I (disagreeing with some here) did not find difficult to follow. A fun novel with ideas – what more should the distaff require in a gift?...more
This is an ideal book for a beach vacation, but I read it when I was working and living a normal life, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I might have. TThis is an ideal book for a beach vacation, but I read it when I was working and living a normal life, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I might have. That's not the book's fault.
Being a man with a limited number of things to say, I have remarked previously on this site that the number of books suitable for consumption on a beach vacation far exceeds the number of beach vacations I can afford. I have also remarked that, contrary to popular belief and practice, beach vacations are ideal for serious books that require your full attention. The bleaker the book, the more horrible the reality in the book, the more suitable it is for a beach vacation, because you may more easily convince yourself (or perhaps “fool yourself” is a better term) that the awfulness of the book's world is not actually our world, at least not all of the time. Under the drip drip drip of daily events, this state of mind may be less easily achieved.
This book is an effective portrayal of a horrible, screwed-up, completely no-good time and place, and a person who manages to almost look heroic as he is barely one notch above horrible, screwed-up, etc. It is well worth reading but, see previous, difficult for us with a normal load of worries and cares, largely because of talent of the author....more