Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Crosstalk by Connie Willis (2016)

CrosstalkCrosstalk by Connie Willis
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I shudder about this, but I'm going to give a Connie Willis book a less-than-stellar review. Something was missing. It seemingly had all of what Willis known for: small details, quirky characters, a mystery (of sorts); some cleverly shocking plot points a la The Sixth Sense. It also has an interesting premise (it reminded me a lot of Inside Job). Perhaps it was the "rom com"ishness of the book that has thrown me for a loop? (Although that's not a genre I usually have strong feelings about). It definitely took a long time for this engine to get up and go, but once it did, I have to admit, I couldn't put it down. Yet it took most of the book for this to actually happen; a lot of revving of the engine before I became invested in the characters and started to care about what was going to happen to them. I did like them by the end (that was hard, because the main character, at least to me, was so very unlikable). But that pleasant feeling I usually get when I sigh and put down a Connie Willis just wasn't there this time.


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Friday, April 14, 2017

Pompeii by Robert Harris; narrated by John Lee (2003)

I read this book once before; I'm downgrading my review considerably.  On Goodreads, I had called this book "excellent" and marked it as "fiction I have loved" - but I think the auditory experience wasn't kind to Robert Harris's Pompeii.  I thought the plot was ridiculous in a disaster movie kind of way.  When Time Ran Out was this volcano disaster movie from 1980 (I had to Wikipedia the title) and all I could think of while I listened to John Lee narrate was Pat Morita of Happy Days fame falling into a lava pit.  The plot is remarkably similar, and that's not a good thing.  Harris hit all the tropes of the disaster movie; all that's missing is Shelley Winters.  Titanic came to mind several times too.  Why we needed a cheeseball love interest was beyond me, other than the fact that sometimes authors write books with movies in mind, and having Pompeii as a backdrop to a cheeseball love story makes a pretty film treatment.  I read this book before I blogged, so I have no idea why I liked it so much, but this time around, I was overwhelmed by underwhelmingness.  John Lee made several characters sound like Jason Statham, which drove me nuts too.


PompeiiPompeii by Robert   Harris
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I read this book once before; I'm downgrading my review considerably. I previously had marked this book "excellent" and as "fiction I have loved" - but I think the auditory experience wasn't kind to Robert Harris's Pompeii. I thought the plot was ridiculous in a disaster movie kind of way. When Time Ran Out was this volcano disaster movie from 1980 (I had to Wikipedia the title) and all I could think of while I listened to John Lee narrating was Pat Morita of Happy Days fame falling into a lava pit. The plot is remarkably similar, and that's not a good thing. Harris hit all the tropes of the disaster movie; all that's missing is Shelley Winters.


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Friday, April 7, 2017

The Confessions of Young Nero by Margaret George (2017)

The first book Margaret George wrote was The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers (1986).  I probably first read this book in the early 1990s.  The last time I read it was in 2004; my Goodreads review (which was added later than that) reads:   "The ultimate story of a middle aged man's midlife crisis." I only include that because it's true, and it's funny in a pithy way.  I do not know if I read Alison Weir's Tudor histories (real stuff) or Margaret George's fictional account first.  I know that I wrote a (dumb) short story about Anne Boleyn's last night in prison before her beheading in my college creative writing class that is completely derivative.  So by fall of 1992, I was already a fan of the Tudors. That's in large part due to Margaret George.  I really enjoyed that first novel of hers, and I've read it multiple times.

I've never liked another Margaret George book since.

It's not the subject matter either.  My Tudorphilia isn't at the expense of all other genres and historical characters.  Margaret George has written now about two Roman figures - Cleopatra and now Nero.  Both of which I disliked.    I don't remember liking the book about Mary, Queen of Scots (although that's what, 25 years ago?).  I think what made Henry VIII so damn good was the narrative voice she created for him - so rich, and real, and always so selfish and unreliable, and the remarkable character of Will Somers, to pull the bloated balloon of pride and self absorption that was Henry VIII back to the earth, if only for us, the reader.  I'm not sure if it was great literature - I'm certainly not a good judge of that - but it made for great reading.  The very best kind of historical fiction.

The Confessions of Young Nero was a watered down version of what Margaret George created over 30 years ago.  It's almost like a template:  the inner monologue and first person of some historical character of importance, in this case Nero; and the casual asides or real truths of someone close that historical person; in this case a poisoner named Locasta, and Nero's girlfriend? mistress?  love interest? Acte.  The "might have beens" here, particularly those of Locasta, are astounding to think about.  Telling Nero's story through the eyes of his chief poisoner would have been a far, far more fascinating story than the confused and milquetoasty novel that George ultimately writes.  Not even the whole novel either; she has a part II coming (we didn't even get to the fire, or the castrated slave boy who becomes Nero's wife).  I understand what George is trying to do here, because she did it so very well with Henry VIII:  fictional rehabilitation.  And her afterword proved to me that if any historical character is due a rehabilitation, it's Nero, misunderstood for 2,000 years. It's just not this one.  Bad guy Nero is a lot more interesting than misunderstood angsty hot topic Nero, and that's Margaret George's fault.

The Confessions of Young Nero (Nero #1)The Confessions of Young Nero by Margaret George
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Margaret George sets out to polish the 2,000 year old tarnished image of Emperor Nero, misunderstood for two millennia. But the Nero of fiddling fame ends up being far more interesting than the angsty hot topic emo Nero that lopes through these pages. That's not the fault of the erstwhile emperor; George never quite succeeds at bringing Nero and First Century A.D. Rome to life. She does try one literary trick I found clever - narrating some of Nero's life through the eyes of a female poisoner named Locasta; but this was never fully flushed out in a way that even made literary sense. According to his tutor and advisor (and murder victim) Seneca, Nero said "Vellem nescire literas" - which can be translated as "I wish I were illiterate." I wouldn't quite go that far, but I will say I wondered occasionally why I was trying to finish this book.


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