Posts tagged fiction.

Then I celebrated my other possessions, the modular-design furniture and sleek electronica and the mid-1950s Corbusier-inspired dresser stuffed with mementos of past relationships, some pretty racy and scented with nether regions, others doused in the kind of sadness that I should really learn to let go.

Lenny Abramov, Super Sad True Love Story by Gary Shteyngart
  May 12, 2012 at 02:19pm

17. Wild Thing, Josh Bazell

 Peter Brown, now known as Dr. Lionel Azimuth is now working as a Physician for a cruise ship. That is until Professor Marmoset contacted him to meet Rec Bill(Reclusive Billionaire), 14th richest man in the world, for a job he thinks is perfect for him. Rec Bill wants him to join a tour of a lake in Minnesota rumored to have a lake monster inhabiting its waters. He is joined by Violet Hurst a paleontologist under the employment of Rec Bill. Together they go to Minnesota and discover if the monster is just plain Hoax or if there is any truth to it all.

Not as engrossing as Beat the Reaper, and the footnotes are still there. The book ends with a cliffhanger and I hope the next novel will bring back the adrenaline from the first book that Wild Thing did not sustain.

3/5

  March 21, 2012 at 01:11pm

16. Swamplandia!, Karen Russel

 The Bigtrees are a family of alligator wrestlers. Ava is 13 and the youngest, her brother Kiwi is 17 and her sister Osceola(nicknamed Oss/Ossie ) just turned 16. They live in Ten Thousand Islands, Florida where they run a park called Swamplandia! with their father chief, grandpa sawtooth, and mother, Hilola Bigtree.

After Hilola dies from cancer, swampladia! slowly runs out of tourists and they are in trouble of foreclosure due to debts. the Bigtree kids have little exposure to the mainland and are mostly home schooled. they usually get books from an abandoned library boat. Grandpa sawtooth who now suffers from dementia, now lives in a floating retirement community.
Kiwi is academically gifted having read all sorts of books from the library boat. Ossie started to become fascinated with one book called the spiritist’s telegraph and started doing seances going on dates with ghosts. Ava discovered a unique red alligator in one of the new hatchlings and decided to keep it a secret from everyone else, taking care of it until it’s safe from predation from the other gators.
Kiwi decides to leave Swamplandia! for the mainland, to find work and help out with their debts. He has dreams of attending Harvard and earning an MA and Phd someday. But found it difficult to adjust with his new surroundings. Especially with kids his age who finds him weird. The chief also left for mainland, leaving Ossie and Ava behind, telling them that he is going out on a business trip.
Ossie met a ghost from an old abandoned dredge they found floating nearby, named Louis Thanksgiving and soon she was missing. Leaving a letter to Ava saying she has eloped with Louis and they are going to the underworld where they will get married. A stranger called the Birdman arrives in swamplandia! asking for payment for his services getting rid of pesky birds. Ava told him what happened to Ossie and asked for help to find her promising to pay him once Chief returns. Ava and the birdman travel through the swamps searching for Ossie.

What an adventure this book was for me. The difficulties that the Bigtree kids had to go through because they were not raised the conventional way. My heart breaks for Ava and you’ll know why when you read this novel.

5/5

  March 21, 2012 at 01:10pm

Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don’t know who decided to package hope as a virtue because it’s not. It’s a plague. Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it.

State of Wonder, Ann Patchett
  March 04, 2012 at 12:29am

recant, v.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones. I want to take back the book of artsy photos I gave you, because you didn’t get it and said it was hipster trash. I want to take back what I said about you being an emotional zombie. I want to take back the time I called you “honey” in front of your sister and you looked like I had just shown her pictures of us having sex. I want to take back the wineglass I broke when I was mad, because it was a nice wineglass and the argument would have ended anyway. I want to take back the time we had sex in a rent-a-car, not because I feel bad about the people who got the car after us, but because it was massively uncomfortable. I want to take back the trust I had while you were away in Austin. I want to take back the time I said you were a genius, because I was being sarcastic and I should have just said you’d hurt my feelings. I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

  February 24, 2012 at 09:41am

Norwegian Wood

by Haruki Murakami

This is the first book I finished reading this year, I have actually read it before. I just decided to reread it because I was planning to watch the film adaptation. This novel makes me feel infinitely nostalgic and sad. 

I plan on reading more this year, and as I finished reading every single book, I decided I would post it here along with some excerpts that really got to me while reading. I plan on doing this with every film I get to watch too. This is a good start. Hopefully I can continue this all through out this year, and the next years to come.

-“I was thinking  about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. I was at that age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse I was in love. Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.”

-“Don’t you see? It’s not just possible for one person to watch over another person forever and ever. I mean, suppose we got married.

 You’d have to work during the day. Who’s going to watch over me while yo’re away? Or if you go on a business trip, who’s going to watch over me then? Can I be glued to you every minute of our lives?

What kind of equality would there be in that? What kind of relationship would that be? Sooner or later you’d get sick of me. You’d wonder what you were doing with your life, why you were spending all your time babysitting this woman. I couldn’t stand that. It wouldn’t solve any of my problems.”

-“It’s been like this for a while now. I try to say something, but all I get are the wrong words- the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It’s like I’m split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can’t touch her.”

-“Death exists not as the opposite but as a part of life.”

Read More

  January 13, 2012 at 02:20pm
1 2