Mystery/Fiction: “He Kills Coppers” by Jake Arnott

Loosely a follow-up to The Long Firm, although the connection is more tenuous than in your average “series”.

Again follows a variety of characters with many different narrators, different motivations. All warped or twisted, all involved in something unsavory despite their best intentions. There’s a little trick at the end I really liked.

The scenes with Billy in the forest, digging out a bunker, meeting up with the gypsy-types, really really reminded me of another book I dug — I know it’s one of the John Madden mysteries by Rennie Airth although I’m not sure which one.

The previous book was a lot more “social commentary” and “criminal biography” in feel. This one’s focus is slightly different, feels more like a combination of “police procedural” and “investigative reporting”.

One more to go (in this trilogy)! Glad I decided to rescue these off the TBR shelf. Enjoying them.

Nonfiction: “A Field Guide to Getting Lost” by Rebecca Solnit.

Hard to know how to classify this book. Not really ‘travel’ although she does go a few places. Not really ‘memoir’ although there are memories discussed Maybe: Philosophical musings from a personal viewpoint?

Regardless, I loved it. Completely engaging. Calm, yet intense underneath. Asking tough questions. Pondering, considering, studying.

The important thing is not that Elijah might show up someday. The important thing is that the doors are left open to the dark every year.

Not a book about religion, although that quote uses it. But certainly a book about personal belief, personal musings. I really don’t lead this kind of contemplative life. But it was an inspiring read.

The chapter “Abandon” about her friend Marine really reminded me of “Truth and Beauty” by Ann Patchett, a memoir about Patchett’s friend Lucy, another soul in trouble.

Don’t be surprised to see me reading a LOT more Solnit in the days ahead.

YA/Fantasy: “Twilight” by Stephenie Meyer

As a teenager, I think I would have LOVED these books. All fate and destiny and romance and ever burning passion and undying love. Isn’t that always the dream of a 17-year-old romantic. To be declaring “I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.”

As an adult, they were still very entertaining, although there are many facile aspects to them. They look big but the print is HUGE and the margins are WIDE and really you can just whip right through these on a crazy emotional rollercoaster.

Which is my way of saying, yes, I then read the follow-ups New Moon and Eclipse to round out that weekend.

Stephanie and I had a long chat about these. She’s right, there are so many things wrong with the 2nd and 3rd installments, including BAD BAD messages to send to teens and what is likely a bowing to the weight of the author’s fellow mormons’ critiques.

On the other hand, if you just give in and go with Bella’s emotions, they seem to “make sense” emotionally, if that sentence itself makes any sense. Basically: the things they do WRONG didn’t make them unreadable to me.

As a child, I was often obsessed with books that my mom just did NOT like the overall messages underneath the themes that were what pulled me in. (Elsie Dinsmore, case in point. Talk about a restrictive horrible view of religion. Not that I want anything to do with even the nonrestrictive kind but that’s another story. I also had an obsession with books about cults and books about people being “debriefed” after they had been rescued from a cult. Too funny, to me now.) But I think she got comfortable with the fact that I was able to really feel the emotional pull of something without necessarily having it change my rational mind.

However, again, Steph is right, you can’t count on a young reader necessarily being able to do that. I found these entertaining in a whirlwind romance, vampire love, perfect soulmate kind of way. But they weren’t great literature. They were an escape.

It kinda cracks me up how every “new” installment to vampire lore needs to put their own tweak on the legends. Oh no, no, it’s not that we burn up and die in the sun, it’s that when we’re in the sun, we’re just SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. Oh, OK. Sure. 🙂

What gets lost.

A happy love is a single story, a disintegrating one is two or more competing, conflicting versions, and a disintegrated one lies at your feet like a shattered mirror, each shard reflecting a different story, that it was wonderful, that it was terrible, if only this had, if only that hadn’t. The stories don’t fit back together, and it’s the end of stories, those devices we carry like shells and shields and blinkers and occasionally maps and compasses. The people close to you become mirrors and journals in which you record your history, the instruments that help you know yourself and remember yourself, and you do the same for them. When they vanish so does the use, the appreciation, the understanding of those small anecdotes, catchphrases, jokes: they become a book slammed shut or burnt.
-Rebecca Solnit “A Field Guide to Getting Lost”

Risk Taking.

The young live absolutely in the present, but a present of drama and recklessness, of acting on urges and running with the pack. They bring the fearlessness of children to acts with adult consequences, and when something goes wrong they experience the shame or the pain as an eternal present too. Adulthood is made up of a prudent anticipation and a philosophical memory that make you navigate more slowly and steadily. But fear of making mistakes can itself become a huge mistake, one that prevents you from living, for life is risky and anything less is already loss.
-Rebecca Solnit “A Field Guide to Getting Lost.

À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…

Making: Working on the layouts for the two Friendship Star quilts. Also making a mini quilt out of leftover squares. But doesn’t look like there’ll be much time this weekend for it so we’ll see if I get anything done.
Reading: Just about finished with “A Complicated Kindness” by Miriam Toews, the book that swept Canada. (Pretty sure I bought this in London last January – when Alison posted about it this summer, it bumped itself higher on my TBR list…). I’m less than one El ride from finishing. Uh oh! Better figure out what I’m going to read next!
Watching: Wow, I loved both Bones and Life this week although I haven’t posted to the TV blog about either one yet. And I’m definitely seeing at least one movie this weekend although I’m not sure which one yet. Next week I’ve got tickets to two oldies (Peter Watkins-directed “Punishment Park” and Nicolas Roeg-directed “Walkabout”) that are showing as part of the Chicago Arts & Humanities festival.
Listening: I’m listening to Stars because I’m going to see them tomorrow night, along with some other random singles, and the soundtrack to Control which I went to see for a second time the other night.

Lunch Time Bookstore Stop

  • “A Life of One’s Own” by Ilana Simon (because I read this review)
  • “Gentlemen of the Road” by Michael Chabon (because it’s Chabon)
  • “True Evil” by Greg Iles (because I haven’t read a psychological terror thriller in a while and all my Dad talks about lately is horror films and I am feeling the need to be scared! No, really!)

Short Stories: “Beware of God” by Shalom Auslander

With his new book getting reviewed all over the place and Bookslut wholeheartedly recommending him, thought it was time I checked out Auslander.
Really funny, sarcastic, biting religious humor. Some of the stories were really really hilarious, particularly if you know anything about Judaism. If you don’t, some of the specifics might just go over your head. Some weren’t quite as funny, or perhaps it’s better read not all in a row as it’s a little one-note. If you’re not into mocking religion, then you wouldn’t be interested.

Fiction: “The Myth of You and Me” by Leah Stewart

As I may have mentioned, a somewhat philosophical story about a girlhood friendship gone wrong. Cameron is extremely guarded and close with her secrets; she’s also honest and heartbroken and afraid it will happen again. Sonia is exactly the kind of best friend who drives you nuts and makes you crazy while also making you treasure her. As with so many relationships, things get tangled up in insecurities and secrets and lies.
Really inviting tone, easy to get emotionally involved here. I wouldn’t call it chick lit, and I was surprised to see one reviewer on Amazon say “Teens will appreciate…” Teens? I don’t see Teens being interested in this kind of brutal honesty about how things fall apart (it would have hurt too much to read then and think ‘oh no this might happen to my friendship with x or x’), or understand the little lies going on here that turn out to not matter so much in the end. This is a book for adults, if you ask me.