On the Eve of the Eve of the Brooklyn Book Festival

Decisions, decisions. Here’s where I tell you about my grand and epic plans to DO ALL THE THINGS at the Brooklyn Book Festival on Sunday! (or not) Not surprisingly there are so many authors I want to see that there’s some overlap and I’ve had to make some tough decisions based on whether or not I’m able to see a particular author later on in the month/year. Please note that for each event, I’ve only named the authors I’m interested in seeing. See complete details at the website.*

10:00 AM: Laugh Your Head Off. Libba Bray.
Most likely the above event, it sounds way more fun and a good way to kick things off, but I won’t completely rule out this one: At the End of the Story [TIX REQ] w/ A.M. Homes and Nicole Krauss.

11:00 AM: Undecided/Nothing.

12:00 PM: Epic Confusion. Chuck Klosterman and Sam Lipsyte.
This one is sort of take it or leave it for me. Wish the Kate Beaton event could have been at this time.

1:00 PM: Writer as Illusionist. Steven Millhauser and Emma Straub.
I’m actually surprised to see Emma Straub on this panel… I don’t recall anything particularly fantastical in her short stories. This is during the time of the Kate Beaton even by the way. HEAVY, DRAMATIC SIGH

2:00 PM: Dangerous Laughter. Karen Russell, Elissa Schappell, Rob Spillman.
there’s an event going on with Esmeralda Santiago going on at this time that I think my mom would like to go to. Perhaps we will part ways at this time. I want her to enjoy herself too! Also I find it somewhat ironic that Dangerous Laughter is also the name of a Steven Millhauser collection, yet he’s not a part of this panel.

3:00 PM: Starring: the City
no authors listed because I’m actually more interested in the topic for this one

4:00 PM: Truth versus Memory [TIX REQ]. Myla Goldberg and Téa Obreht.

5:00 PM: Unholy Paths to Redemption. Jennifer Egan.
Though I got my copy of A Visit from the Goon Squad signed at the Brooklyn Book Festival last year I didn’t actually hear Ms Egan speak because I was in a panel about memoirs, moderated by Elizabeth Wurtzel (!!!!). So I guess it’d be nice to hear her speak this time around even though I’m still mad at Goon Squad..

In addition to the Festival itself, there are what they call “Book End Events,” which actually began yesterday. I’m hoping to go to tonight’s Brooklyn Indie Party! at Greenlight Bookstore. A Public Space, Archipelago Books, Black Balloon, BOMB Magazine, Electric Literature, Melville House, Tin House, Ugly Duckling Presse, and many others will be in attendance and there will be music, food, and drinks. After the Festival on Sunday, there is a Brooklyn Book Festival Closing Night Party at the Brooklyn Bowl which is nowhere near Borough Hall where the Festival is held! It’s actually near McCarren Park Pool where I attended my first Regina Spektor concert. I love how the public transportation directions on Google Maps involve going back into Manhattan to catch the L train.

*One thing I really don’t like about the Events Listing is that they’re only organized by location and not by time? Time would have helped in terms of deciding, I had to keep scrolling up and down. Not exactly ideal. I understand the usefulness of organizing by location (because some events are ticketed, and that is dependent on the location), but another viewing option would have been much appreciated.

Book Review: A Visit from the Goon Squad

Title: A Visit from the Goon Squad
Author: Jennifer Egan
Format: Hardcover
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group | Random House
Pub Date: Jun 2010
Read: Sept 2010-Aug 2011
Source: Brooklyn Book Festival, 2010
Why: it sounded interesting and I loved the cover almost instantly though apparently a lot of people hated it. Personally I think the paperback cover is bloody awful and I’m thankful I bought it when I did though as you will see, I kind of wish I hadn’t bought it at all
Fulfills Challenge? No.
Notes: It took me about a year to read the entire book. I kept starting and stopping and that was a particularly bad idea when it came to this book. Really I should have just listened to my gut. When I first borrowed the book from my B&N, I read one or two chapters and then returned it. But then I saw Jennifer Egan at the Brooklyn Book Festival and thought, oh why not? let me give it another shot. I purchased the book and had her sign it. As mentioned, it then took me almost a full year to get through the whole thing. My review reflects this.

Review/Thoughts:
I recognize immediately that part of my problem with this book is that I read it sporadically (sometimes I’d stop in the middle of a chapter and not pick it back up again for months). I know this, and I know it’s affected my experience, but even with that knowledge, I also recognize that if I were more interested in the book, I wouldn’t have put it down SO many times. Yes, I sometimes start books and then not finish them for another 6 months, a year, sometimes several years even. It’s how I roll. Usually I stop and then once I decide that I’m ready to read the book again, I finish it with no problem (also I usually stop fairly close to the beginning). Sometimes I even end up loving it and am baffled by why I stopped in the first place. With this book unfortunately I went through the start-and-stop method many times, and I refuse to blame my mixed feelings on the way I ended up reading it. Knowing damn well the stories were linked and that the sheer number of characters would be hard to keep track of if I kept stopping, I still found it impossible to force myself to stay with it the whole way through.

For me the book’s strengths are also its weaknesses, and that’s a bit hard to reconcile. On the one hand I think, there are flashes of real brilliance here, the way things connect, the moments of clarity and revelation. The moment you realize that thing mentioned earlier was referring to this thing being brought up now, the way it all comes together. I loved that. Yet it still felt disconnected overall, and there were too many characters I couldn’t care less about. Just when things seemed to get interesting with certain people, we were on to something else. The book is inconsistent and at times, contrived. The chapter/story on Dolly and the General almost did me in. I thought, this is it…I’m never going to get past this, I’m never going to finish this book because of this chapter. I forced my way through it, bored, uninterested, questioning its relevance. Dolly was mentioned in the chapter before, the actress is mentioned in the following chapter, and the daughter is mentioned in the last chapter and still I don’t see why that chapter was necessary. The “powerpoint chapter” that everyone talked about was overdone. I felt it could have just as easily been rendered as a bunch of lists with bullet points and maybe a few arrows here and there. It was entirely too long and might have been more effective without all the extraneous detail that didn’t add much to the story.

The shifting narratives and the lack of chronological order pretty much killed it for me. Egan is skilled, and technically speaking, it works. But I found it difficult to care about anyone because I knew there would end up being a bunch of loose ends due to this very structure. I was afraid to invest in any one person because their story might not properly finish…or the finish would be a passing mention in a later chapter, or still worse, an earlier chapter. I even gave up on Sasha and Bennie, the main characters whom everyone else was connected to in some way. The ending is utterly forgettable and unsatisfying (much like Look at Me come to think of it), and while I suppose that’s in part due to the structure, a better episode should have been chosen for the ending. Also, at some point, when the very structure of the book is working against the book in so many ways, I can’t shrug it off anymore.

What pains me is that I can recognize how good this is supposed to be. Egan is an excellent writer, but for the second time now, I’m finding myself utterly frustrated with her work. My brain says THIS IS REMARKABLE, but my gut says THIS IS OVERRATED. So I’ve settled on giving the book three stars as a way of reconciling the two feelings.

Final Verdict:

Orange Prize Longlist Announced

Oh, the Orange Prize! There is still some debate as to whether this prize is actually necessary. Given the state of things (VIDA Studies, Franzenfreude, the fact that so many women novelists are classified as chick lit writers, etc), I’d say that yes, maybe singling women out for excellent work is actually still necessary. Whatever your feelings on the matter, here are the nominees:

Leila Aboulela – Lyrics Alley
Carol Birch – Jamrach’s Menagerie
Emma Donoghue – Room
Tishani Doshi – The Pleasure Seekers
Louise Doughty – Whatever You Love
Jennifer Egan – A Visit from the Goon Squad
Aminatta Forna – The Memory of Love
Tessa Hadley – The London Train
Emma Henderson – Grace Williams Says it Loud
Samantha Hunt – The Seas
Joanna Kavenna – The Birth of Love
Nicole Krauss – Great House
Wendy Law-Yone – The Road to Wanting
Téa Obreht – The Tiger’s Wife
Julie Orringer – The Invisible Bridge
Anne Peile – Repeat it Today with Tears
Karen Russell – Swamplandia!
Lola Shoneyin – The Secret Lives of Baba Segi’s Wives
Roma Tearne – The Swimmer
Kathleen Winter – Annabel

Source

I have not actually read any of these books (GASP! … actually this is nothing new, I’m notoriously bad at reading award nominees, even worse at reading the actual winners). But I have read three of these authors and am currently reading a fourth: Jennifer Egan (Look at Me), Nicole Krauss (The History of Love) Karen Russell (some stories from St Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves), and of course, as you can see from my sidebar, I’m reading Emma Donoghue’s Inseparable. I feel in the end this is going to be a race among Egan, Russell, Krauss, Obreht, Donoghue, and Orringer. The shortlist will be announced in less than a month, so we’ll see how my predictions pan out!

What do you think of the Orange Prize longlist? Which works have you read and liked? Which ones are you baffled by? What do you think of the Orange Prize in general? Is it time to put it to pasture?

Franzenfreude

Here in a nutshell is why, increasingly, every time I see the name Jonathan Franzen I want to puke: Egan beats Franzen in National Book Critics Circle’s fiction prize

SPACE

Why the headline can’t just say Jennifer Egan wins NBCC fiction prize is beyond me. Apparently this isn’t so much about her victory but her victory over Franzen. Hey she beat out three other novels as well (Skippy Dies, To the End of the Land, Comedy in a Minor Key) but who cares because Jonathan Franzen is all that matters apparently.

Do you remember what the headlines were when the National Book Awards finalists were announced? They were all about how Jonathan Franzen had NOT been nominated. Do you see what’s wrong with this picture? Somehow every awards story is turning into a Franzenfest. No doubt if he doesn’t win the Pulitzer this will be the headline we’re all forced to endure.

Now interestingly enough, I don’t really have a problem with Jonathan Franzen himself. I read about half of The Corrections and found that half to be pretty good actually. I stopped when I hit this surreal turd scene, but I’d like to return to it again later this year (the book, not the turd scene). Sometimes I just find certain novels to be exhausting because they’re just so much. The Corrections is actually one of these novels. It’s not dense in the way that, say, Vladimir Nabokov is dense, but it can be a lot to digest if you’re not in the mood. I stopped being in the mood about halfway through. I’m getting away from the point though — I don’t hate Jonathan Franzen is what I’m trying to say. What I hate is the media’s treatment of him, this idea that he’s the one to beat. That any lack of recognition of his supposed greatness is so important that it becomes the headline over the fact that other writers are awesome and getting their due.

It is fantastic that a literary author made the cover of Time Magazine, and that people were excited about his book (coming in weeks ahead of time asking for it), but seriously, there are other equally fantastic literary authors out there who are not getting the recognition they deserve because everything dissolves into a Franzen news story. Stop it.

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