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thefourthvine) wrote2010-02-14 05:10 pm
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[Books] Rouse, Turner
Book I Have an Issue With: At Least in the City Someone Would Hear Me Scream, by Wade Rouse
I love essays, particularly funny ones. Find me a book of them and I will happily hand over $12 for the privilege of reading it. And this one starts off really well, because there's a raccoon attack. Raccoons to the head are funny. It's a basic rule of writing, right up there next to "show, don't tell." The premise is promising, too: Rouse moved from the city (more on this later) to rural Michigan (with his long-suffering boyfriend Gary) so that he could pursue a career in writing. Fish out of water! Raccoon attacks! Seriously, how could this be bad?
Well. It isn't entirely bad. But it isn't good, either. For one thing, when he's not wearing a live raccoon as an exceptionally angry hat, Rouse isn't actually funny, and that's a book killer. In this kind of memoir, you're basically sharing the brain of the writer. He has to show you all his random warts and neuroses or there's nothing for him to write about, but he has to be able to make you laugh with him (or at him - that also works) or, well, you're just spending your time with some random jerk's warts and neuroses, and you could do the same thing by getting stuck on an elevator with a guy from Marketing. Every other flaw this book has (sliding focus, sudden random religious tangent in the middle, shrieking intolerance, race issues, playing gay stereotypes up to the point where I expect him to start typing with a lisp) would be forgivable, or at least mostly tolerable, if Rouse could make you laugh. But he can't, or at least he couldn't make me laugh. He couldn't even make me smile, except in the first chapter, and a guy can't get attacked by a raccoon every day.
But my second issue is the one I will always remember about this book. See, okay - you know how sometimes you'll make an assumption early on, and it will be so ingrained that you'll never question it, even in the face of evidence to the contrary, until finally something leaps up and forces you to? And then you can feel your skull being rearranged, all, "The Fiddler on the Roof ISN'T set in 1970s Canada! Which probably means Canadians aren't vicious anti-semites, and I should probably stop worrying that these Quebecois are going to kill me!" (Yes, I was very young when I made the assumption, but it lasted for years. I still sometimes have to take a deep breath before I out myself as a Jew to someone from Saskatchewan.) I had a minor case of this in this book. See, I read the title and made the obvious assumption. And then, several chapters in, I discovered that the city in question is St. Louis. Which. Um. I live in Los Angeles (or, okay, near it, but that's pretty much what everyone who lives here does). It's a pretty big city. But it isn't the city. The only city in the United States that gets a definite article is New York City. Chicago is a city. Houston is a city. New York City is the city. And St. Louis, which is the fifty-second largest city in the U.S., ranked just below Wichita, with a population of 350k, most definitely is not. When I realized that the city of the title was St. Louis, that was my laugh-out-loud moment for this book.
(Note: Yes, I am aware that this is not universally true of everyone in the United States. In rural areas, as I understand it, the city is whichever one you drive to for shopping. But everywhere I've ever lived, New York City has been the city, and it would never occur to me that anyone who wrote that in a book title would mean anything else.)
Books I Love: The Thief Series (The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, and The King of Attolia), by Megan Whalen Turner
Now. I am hoping that most of you have already read this series and are eagerly, even desperately, awaiting the next installment (due March 23, so if you haven't read these, now is the perfect time to start). But I have this sneaking fear that some of you have not, and obviously it is my personal duty to correct that. This series is incredible, with amazing characters and world-building and plot and action and one of the weirdest romances I personally have ever encountered in fiction. (For serious, this is a romance - you know, when I see romantic relationships in fiction, I generally try to recast them with my fannish favorites, but it is hard for me to think of even a single popular fannish pairing that might fit with this romance. Okay. I can think of one. But that's it.) But, actually, that's not what I want to talk about when it comes to these books.
Here are two additional reasons, besides awesomeness and the ability to make your heart sing, that you should read these:
I love essays, particularly funny ones. Find me a book of them and I will happily hand over $12 for the privilege of reading it. And this one starts off really well, because there's a raccoon attack. Raccoons to the head are funny. It's a basic rule of writing, right up there next to "show, don't tell." The premise is promising, too: Rouse moved from the city (more on this later) to rural Michigan (with his long-suffering boyfriend Gary) so that he could pursue a career in writing. Fish out of water! Raccoon attacks! Seriously, how could this be bad?
Well. It isn't entirely bad. But it isn't good, either. For one thing, when he's not wearing a live raccoon as an exceptionally angry hat, Rouse isn't actually funny, and that's a book killer. In this kind of memoir, you're basically sharing the brain of the writer. He has to show you all his random warts and neuroses or there's nothing for him to write about, but he has to be able to make you laugh with him (or at him - that also works) or, well, you're just spending your time with some random jerk's warts and neuroses, and you could do the same thing by getting stuck on an elevator with a guy from Marketing. Every other flaw this book has (sliding focus, sudden random religious tangent in the middle, shrieking intolerance, race issues, playing gay stereotypes up to the point where I expect him to start typing with a lisp) would be forgivable, or at least mostly tolerable, if Rouse could make you laugh. But he can't, or at least he couldn't make me laugh. He couldn't even make me smile, except in the first chapter, and a guy can't get attacked by a raccoon every day.
But my second issue is the one I will always remember about this book. See, okay - you know how sometimes you'll make an assumption early on, and it will be so ingrained that you'll never question it, even in the face of evidence to the contrary, until finally something leaps up and forces you to? And then you can feel your skull being rearranged, all, "The Fiddler on the Roof ISN'T set in 1970s Canada! Which probably means Canadians aren't vicious anti-semites, and I should probably stop worrying that these Quebecois are going to kill me!" (Yes, I was very young when I made the assumption, but it lasted for years. I still sometimes have to take a deep breath before I out myself as a Jew to someone from Saskatchewan.) I had a minor case of this in this book. See, I read the title and made the obvious assumption. And then, several chapters in, I discovered that the city in question is St. Louis. Which. Um. I live in Los Angeles (or, okay, near it, but that's pretty much what everyone who lives here does). It's a pretty big city. But it isn't the city. The only city in the United States that gets a definite article is New York City. Chicago is a city. Houston is a city. New York City is the city. And St. Louis, which is the fifty-second largest city in the U.S., ranked just below Wichita, with a population of 350k, most definitely is not. When I realized that the city of the title was St. Louis, that was my laugh-out-loud moment for this book.
(Note: Yes, I am aware that this is not universally true of everyone in the United States. In rural areas, as I understand it, the city is whichever one you drive to for shopping. But everywhere I've ever lived, New York City has been the city, and it would never occur to me that anyone who wrote that in a book title would mean anything else.)
Poll #2279 The City
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When you say "the city," what do you mean?
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New York City.
52 (21.5%)
The nearest city, whichever one that is.
113 (46.7%)
A city in my actual country, because I'm not from the U.S.
31 (12.8%)
Beszel or Ul Qoma.
10 (4.1%)
Something else.
36 (14.9%)
Because we're curious and it's a definite article question, when someone says "the industry," what do you think she means?
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The entertainment industry, and I live in or near Los Angeles.
18 (8.1%)
The entertainment industry, and I don't live in or near Los Angeles.
107 (48.2%)
Some other industry, which I will tell you in the comments.
60 (27.0%)
I do not believe in definite articles, and strike down all who say them to me.
37 (16.7%)
Books I Love: The Thief Series (The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, and The King of Attolia), by Megan Whalen Turner
Now. I am hoping that most of you have already read this series and are eagerly, even desperately, awaiting the next installment (due March 23, so if you haven't read these, now is the perfect time to start). But I have this sneaking fear that some of you have not, and obviously it is my personal duty to correct that. This series is incredible, with amazing characters and world-building and plot and action and one of the weirdest romances I personally have ever encountered in fiction. (For serious, this is a romance - you know, when I see romantic relationships in fiction, I generally try to recast them with my fannish favorites, but it is hard for me to think of even a single popular fannish pairing that might fit with this romance. Okay. I can think of one. But that's it.) But, actually, that's not what I want to talk about when it comes to these books.
Here are two additional reasons, besides awesomeness and the ability to make your heart sing, that you should read these:
- Stepping it up a notch. If you've ever written or wanted to write a series, in fan fiction or original fiction, you should read The Thief and The Queen of Attolia. This is one of the few times when the second book of a series is an order of magnitude better than the first (and the first is really damn good). And the thing is, it's that way for a reason.
The author took some serious risks when she started The Queen of Attolia; she didn't let her characters or her situations stay static. She looked at what she'd done and said, hey, that was good, but how can I move from that? How can I get these characters to where I need them to go? And then she took the steps she needed to take, and let me tell you, those were some drastic steps. But they work, and they take the series from amazing to sublime.
Megan Whalen Turner could have rested on her laurels. She totally did not. This is how you write a series, people. (Or you can take a different road and make your sequels into an endless series of bondage scenes and holidays, which I call the Whips and Presents Method. Not my favorite, but it works for some people. You can also just keep writing the same story with the same plot and characters, changing the proper names as necessary to fulfill your contracts; I think of this as the Grimes Method, and it also works for some. But I'd rather you went the Turner route.) - The Queen of Attolia. The character, I mean. When I was a kid, I read everything. (No, really, everything, including many things I should not have. My mother used to take me to a specialty children's bookstore, hand me over to an innocent employee who had no idea how difficult her life was about to become, and say, "If you can find something she hasn't read, I'll buy it." She spent the next few hours sipping coffee somewhere, and I spent the next few hours saying, "I've read it.") I especially loved books that had fantasy elements. But I was bothered by the fact that they were always about either a) people randomly selected by fate for greatness or b) people born to be great. I knew I would never find an amulet that granted half wishes or a sand fairy, and I knew I wasn't the secret ruler of the desert tribe or the last Old One.
So I wanted to read a book about a person who became great, who had no special abilities or special item but still used her ordinary abilities to achieve an amazing goal. I looked and looked for that person and never found her. And then I did: Attolia. Turner doesn't spare her at all - Attolia is definitely the person achieving her goal has made her into. She's not kind. She's not fun. You would not want to play croquet with her, and you would not want to turn your back on her. But she is great, and she's great because she decided to be. She fought for it and keeps on fighting for it, using all her intelligence and all her determination, because that's all she's ever had to fight with. I love that. And I love that there is one person in the books who loves it, too.
Poll #2280 Greatness
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Which would you rather have?
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Greatness by birth, which usually comes with lots of followers.
7 (4.3%)
Greatness through effort, which often comes with an iron fist.
40 (24.4%)
Greatness through fate, which generally comes with great accessories.
35 (21.3%)
No greatness at all. It's wearying.
82 (50.0%)
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New York, for me (and I was born there, I still have family there, and I still say I'm from there, even though the last time I lived there was when I was 6), either New York, Manhattan, or The Big Apple. It wouldn't occur to me, if you said you were from 'the city', that you meant NY.
However, I'm amused by your frustration with the first book. Essays are a difficult style to pull off. I've never found a book of essays that was consistent enough to make me happy to buy all of it. Well, except for anything by Thurber, but, well, I'll read anything by the man who wrote The Night the Bed Fell on Father. *grin*
I agree with wanting to read about someone who becomes great, who works for her success rather than has it handed to her because she's Speshul or Majickal. (Not that I won't read those stories as well, but I get tired of being excluded.) One I've found is Keladry of Mindelin, in Tamora Pierce's Protector of the Small quartet. I do like most of her books (I like that she has strong girls AND boys), but really, I'm a Kel fan.
Um, on a last note - did chicken happen?
Stasia
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I miss NY, sometimes.
Stasia
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See, I only ask for a few hits in a book of essays, because, yeah, it's hard to hit a high note consistently. So I'm happy to have paid for Me Talk Pretty One Day, because of the essay of the title, which is hurt-yourself-laughing funny. I'm happy to have bought David Rakoff's books, even though they aren't super funny, because they are consistently amusing. I'm happy to have bought A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again for just two of the essays, which are truly funny and also validate all my fears about cruise ships and chickens (living). And so on. And, of course, I am happy to have purchased everything by James Thurber, because he really IS just that funny, at least in the things he wrote in the first part of his life. (I'm also happy to have Thurber's friend and co-worker E. B. White's essays, although they are, in the main, not funny and not intended to be.)
One I've found is Keladry of Mindelin, in Tamora Pierce's Protector of the Small quartet.
I will have to read this. *makes notes*
Um, on a last note - did chicken happen?
I am still preparing for chicken to happen; I am planning on embarking on Actual Chicken next weekend. You have to be braced for the sudden introduction of deceased poultry!
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Oh, I'm all jumbled up, here, and not making sense. There are four quartets in the Tortall universe. They begin with the Alanna books (she pretends to be a boy in order to be a knight), the second one is about Daine (who can talk to and become animals), and the third one is about Keladry (who is just a person, but who wants to be a lady knight and is willing to do whatever work is required). There are many other books and stories set in Tortall. I think she's working on another full quartet with the Terrier books; they're set ... erm, 500 years before Alanna.
ANY. WAY. This is turning into an essay.
About the chicken - I just wanted to say that, everyone's warnings aside, it's not toxic. Really. I've been eating chicken all my life and cooking it for just slightly less. I cut it last, then put the cutting board into the sink for washing. You'll be fine. Earthling will be fed and happy.
I can't wait to hear more about his, and your, adventures!
Stasia
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I read the books in order, and while Kel can be read as a standalone, I'd say that at least the last Daine book is good for setting up the world Kel's living in.
Stasia