When I was embarking on my American travels earlier in the year, a friend of mine gave me a book called Infinite Jest to read with the warning that it would take over my life. They were not wrong. Infinite Jest has become one of my favourite books, and the knowledge that its author, David Foster Wallace, committed suicide while writing its follow up came as a hammer blow to me. He did, however, leave quite a few non-fiction books behind him, including the essay collection I’m reviewing now.
The essays cover a large range of subjects, from postmodern literary theory to tennis, from the films of David Lynch to a luxury Caribbean cruise (the title essay). For an enthusiast such as myself, this was heaven. David Foster Wallace’s ability to write means he can tackle any subject and make it fascinating. His detailed description of thrill rides at the Illinois state fair are illuminated by his deep fear of going on rollercoasters. Even watching others taking part leaves him feeling nauseous. He lists cheesy t-shirt slogans he sees and theorises at length on the motivation the wearer has to define themselves in this way. At all times, subjects are tackled with extreme honesty. He is intent on letting you in on his train of thought, at times willingly prepared to sacrifice your opinion of him in doing so,
Despite being non-fiction, the joys of Foster Wallace’s prose are the same. This includes my personal favourite: the footnotes. He turns the use of footnotes into an art form, giving the footnotes their own footnotes, and letting them wander on for pages at a time, overtaking and overshadowing the main text. This happens so frequently that while reading on the tube, I noticed some people pointing and laughing at me as I turned backwards and forwards between pages, trying to keep up with the footnotes. The use of language constantly made me giggle like a school girl, his viewpoint on almost any subject seems to come from a viewpoint so uniquely different to mine. Many of the essays were composed during the writing of Infinite Jest, yet the quality of the essays does not suffer. This, to me, confirms two things. First, that this guy has an unrivalled gift for writing. Second, that Ill never make it as a writer.
The cult of David Foster Wallace will continue to grow. I already found it to be considerably larger than I thought when buying this book - as evidenced by the snobby book assistant looking at me in disbelief that I was only just buying this book now. Of course talk of cults is nonsense, but for me, having discovered this essay collection, I’m just excited that there are more to follow…
Sunday 28 November 2010
Sunday 21 November 2010
The Count of Monte Cristo
Back in my teenage years I read a book by Stephen Fry called the ‘The Stars Tennis Balls’. It was an entertaining story with a protagonist named Ned. He was young, successful, in love and in the 80‘s. However as he prepared to go to university, tragedy struck. Three ‘friends’, jealous of Ned, caused him to be arrested. At this point a secret service agent sent him to a Scandinavian mental home for entirely selfish reasons. After spending 20 years trapped, Ned escaped to the 21st century world, and set about gaining his revenge…
Let’s cut to the real world, and to my birthday this year. I received The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas as a present. Within 20 pages of the book I was noticing similarities between this and Fry’s novel. A quick Wikipedia search revealed the two books to be almost entirely identical in plot! Now, Stephen Fry has admitted to taking the plot from Dumas, who himself based it on a true story, but he sure as hell didn’t admit it in my copy of the book. As such, I realised I was embarking on an epic story to which I already knew the plot.
Would Stephen Fry’s carelessness cost me the enjoyment of a classic? In short, No. I’m glad to report that good writing always shines through, and you can enjoy plot twists even if you see them coming.
Of course, there is more to it than just that. I remember being saddened by Ned’s 20 year imprisonment, his institutionalisation in the Norwegian mental home and his ruined life. With The Count of Monte Cristo there’s too much fun to be had in revenge for that to be a factor. When the time does come for the Count to face up to his period of incarceration, it’s done with a maturity and credibility that leaves the reader with a feeling of closure, not one of despair.
That does leave us with the question of which novel to recommend. Personally, I would always choose the source material. In these situations, the beauty of the original is that it has a charm which merited a re-make. The copy might well have the charm of the original, but then again it might well not. Why take the chance? In this case, while I have forgiven Stephen Fry for my mistake, you should read The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s quite simply a better book.
Let’s cut to the real world, and to my birthday this year. I received The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas as a present. Within 20 pages of the book I was noticing similarities between this and Fry’s novel. A quick Wikipedia search revealed the two books to be almost entirely identical in plot! Now, Stephen Fry has admitted to taking the plot from Dumas, who himself based it on a true story, but he sure as hell didn’t admit it in my copy of the book. As such, I realised I was embarking on an epic story to which I already knew the plot.
Would Stephen Fry’s carelessness cost me the enjoyment of a classic? In short, No. I’m glad to report that good writing always shines through, and you can enjoy plot twists even if you see them coming.
Of course, there is more to it than just that. I remember being saddened by Ned’s 20 year imprisonment, his institutionalisation in the Norwegian mental home and his ruined life. With The Count of Monte Cristo there’s too much fun to be had in revenge for that to be a factor. When the time does come for the Count to face up to his period of incarceration, it’s done with a maturity and credibility that leaves the reader with a feeling of closure, not one of despair.
That does leave us with the question of which novel to recommend. Personally, I would always choose the source material. In these situations, the beauty of the original is that it has a charm which merited a re-make. The copy might well have the charm of the original, but then again it might well not. Why take the chance? In this case, while I have forgiven Stephen Fry for my mistake, you should read The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s quite simply a better book.
Sunday 14 November 2010
Scott Pilgrim
I’m not being a literary snob, I just don’t thing most comic books have grown up. Calling them ‘Graphic Novels’ does not qualify them as adult fiction. I've read several examples of comics claiming to show maturity in the industry, but aside from a few real life stories such as Maus or Persepolis, these claims are largely redundant. These examples I refer to contain Watchmen within their ranks. Watchmen does a very good job of creating a credible and atmospheric world. It is let down, however, by a flawed thesis and poor characterisation (Captain Manhattan’s personality is completely inconsistent). It therefore came as a bombshell that Scott Pilgrim, a story with constant deviations from the plot and more computer game references than you can shake a stick at could prove so brilliant and exciting!
The Scott Pilgrim books are unquestionably silly. They often make little sense and aren’t afraid to make a beautifully cheap joke. They are, however, also entirely consistent, brilliant realized, and funnier than your mum. The cast of the books are entirely believable, and the dialog is a class above anything I’d read with speech bubbles before. it’s a bit like reading the graphic novel of Spaced (its no wonder Edgar Wright chose to direct the film adaptation of this).
Scott Pilgrim is also wonderfully inventive. Brian O’Malley has no qualms about taking a detour from the plot for the characters to give you cooking instructions for vegan bolognaise (Not because they are vegan, they just like to be inclusive). Scott’s reward for winning a fight is a 1-up. Characters get introduced with fun facts. Room itineraries are presented. You get the idea.
My personal highlight of the saga is Wallace Wells, Scott Pilgrims roommate. They share a one bed apartment, so whenever Wallace brings a guy home for the night Scott gets shunted out for the night. He is witty, insightful, and regularly dissects Scott’s life with tenacity.
If you are afraid to buy into a six part saga - try the film to start you off. It has split critics in a way not seen for quite a few years, and it hasn’t been the most successful, but I’m convinced in 5 years it will be looked upon as a cult classic. This is fiction born out of 21st century culture. The 6 books follow the structure of a computer game. In fact, Scott’s life is a computer game. If you aren’t able to cope with frequent changes of narrative and pace you will struggle with this story. Some critics cant cope with this. Future critics will be able to identify with it much more unanimously. Get on board.
Altogether now: ONE TWO THREE FOUR!
The Scott Pilgrim books are unquestionably silly. They often make little sense and aren’t afraid to make a beautifully cheap joke. They are, however, also entirely consistent, brilliant realized, and funnier than your mum. The cast of the books are entirely believable, and the dialog is a class above anything I’d read with speech bubbles before. it’s a bit like reading the graphic novel of Spaced (its no wonder Edgar Wright chose to direct the film adaptation of this).
Scott Pilgrim is also wonderfully inventive. Brian O’Malley has no qualms about taking a detour from the plot for the characters to give you cooking instructions for vegan bolognaise (Not because they are vegan, they just like to be inclusive). Scott’s reward for winning a fight is a 1-up. Characters get introduced with fun facts. Room itineraries are presented. You get the idea.
My personal highlight of the saga is Wallace Wells, Scott Pilgrims roommate. They share a one bed apartment, so whenever Wallace brings a guy home for the night Scott gets shunted out for the night. He is witty, insightful, and regularly dissects Scott’s life with tenacity.
If you are afraid to buy into a six part saga - try the film to start you off. It has split critics in a way not seen for quite a few years, and it hasn’t been the most successful, but I’m convinced in 5 years it will be looked upon as a cult classic. This is fiction born out of 21st century culture. The 6 books follow the structure of a computer game. In fact, Scott’s life is a computer game. If you aren’t able to cope with frequent changes of narrative and pace you will struggle with this story. Some critics cant cope with this. Future critics will be able to identify with it much more unanimously. Get on board.
Altogether now: ONE TWO THREE FOUR!
Sunday 7 November 2010
The Dark Tower Part 1
Stephen King. I want to like him, I really do. He just makes it so bloody hard for himself. The first part of The Dark Tower shows why I feel this way better than any other book I’ve read by him (i.e. The Stand).
The plot of this introduction to the saga serves to introduce us to the mysterious hero known only as ‘The Gunslinger’, who is currently chasing his evil nemesis ‘The Man in Black’ (AKA Johnny Cash) across the desert. The differences between them are subtle, however you know who the good guy is because the gunslinger doesn’t dress in black. Let’s ignore his willingness to murder a whole town or betray children for a moment, we are told he is the hero and that makes it true.
I am not going to question Stephen King’s ability to write, he has an unquestionable knack for knocking out large sections of great prose. I am, however, going to question his plotting and editing skills. Despite years of enduring critics far greater than I pointing out to him that he has neither of the aforementioned virtues, he insists his lack of direction or a delete key form his strengths.
Early on in the book the gunslinger heroically shags a hooker. To prove his manly credentials, we are told that ‘Even the love making had been a silent thing, and only at the last minute had his breathing roughened, and then stopped for a minute’. Surely anyone can agree that a sentence of this calibre is best left in a Mills and Boone reject, and yet this book is full of clangers.
The Dark Tower goes on to form a seven part epic, with another part on the way (to fit between parts 3 and 4). With so much at stake you would imagine King has a plot outline, or even a JK Rowling style final chapter done and dusted to work towards. If you did imagine this, you are as foolish as I. In a note at the end of the book he admits to not really knowing where the story is going, or who half the characters the gunslinger needs to meet in the future are. His argument is that his strongest writing seems to come when he makes it up as he goes along. This is fair, but it doesn’t mean once the story is completed he cant go back and re-work it. Jack Kerouac famously wrote On The Road in a month, but he then spent years fiddling with the plot and re-working sections before its release, and the book is a classic because of that later work.
I don’t expect Stephen King to change his style, he’s too late into his career and has spent too much time ignoring people who made any suggestions to improve his writing. As a result I can't see myself returning to the series for a long time, if at all. This is a shame. There is enough in the book to merit a great story, but if the author isn’t going to put in the effort, then why should I?
The plot of this introduction to the saga serves to introduce us to the mysterious hero known only as ‘The Gunslinger’, who is currently chasing his evil nemesis ‘The Man in Black’ (AKA Johnny Cash) across the desert. The differences between them are subtle, however you know who the good guy is because the gunslinger doesn’t dress in black. Let’s ignore his willingness to murder a whole town or betray children for a moment, we are told he is the hero and that makes it true.
I am not going to question Stephen King’s ability to write, he has an unquestionable knack for knocking out large sections of great prose. I am, however, going to question his plotting and editing skills. Despite years of enduring critics far greater than I pointing out to him that he has neither of the aforementioned virtues, he insists his lack of direction or a delete key form his strengths.
Early on in the book the gunslinger heroically shags a hooker. To prove his manly credentials, we are told that ‘Even the love making had been a silent thing, and only at the last minute had his breathing roughened, and then stopped for a minute’. Surely anyone can agree that a sentence of this calibre is best left in a Mills and Boone reject, and yet this book is full of clangers.
The Dark Tower goes on to form a seven part epic, with another part on the way (to fit between parts 3 and 4). With so much at stake you would imagine King has a plot outline, or even a JK Rowling style final chapter done and dusted to work towards. If you did imagine this, you are as foolish as I. In a note at the end of the book he admits to not really knowing where the story is going, or who half the characters the gunslinger needs to meet in the future are. His argument is that his strongest writing seems to come when he makes it up as he goes along. This is fair, but it doesn’t mean once the story is completed he cant go back and re-work it. Jack Kerouac famously wrote On The Road in a month, but he then spent years fiddling with the plot and re-working sections before its release, and the book is a classic because of that later work.
I don’t expect Stephen King to change his style, he’s too late into his career and has spent too much time ignoring people who made any suggestions to improve his writing. As a result I can't see myself returning to the series for a long time, if at all. This is a shame. There is enough in the book to merit a great story, but if the author isn’t going to put in the effort, then why should I?
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