Post-Easter Reading Blitz

Hope you all had a lovely Easter. Sorry I had nothing of note to post. It's difficult keeping our heads above water right now, what with my father-in-law battling cancer, our water heater breaking and leaking all over the basement floor and our upstairs bathtub deciding to join the party and drip into our living room.

Re: the water heater, that's been replaced and so far all's well (save the bill). The bathroom has been completely ripped out (it needed it, anyway, as the decor was decidely 70s modern - Far out!) and it's down to bare walls and plywood flooring. The potential, the potential, yes that's already going through my head. Eighteen years of looking at that dog vomit yellow were eighteen years too many but other, more crucial projects kept getting in the way.

The family room needs painting but may just have to hold out a while longer since the kitchen is in more serious need. Right now it's that sort of seafoam green I associate with Martha Stewart (in fact, it's from her line of paints!) and goes beautifully with the cabinets, countertops and appliances. But it and the white trim (the rest of the house being stained wood) are in dire need of redoing. DIRE. And I'm tired of the green, personally, though whatever color I choose to replace it will also probably be leaning toward a pastel as well. Maybe a blue? An updated yellow?

Since we probably aren't going on vacation this year, between worry over leaving the area too long and the need to conserve money since my daughter's starting college this fall (scream here), I'm thinking about taking a week's worth of vacation to repaint the kitchen. What larks, Pip!

I'm sort of a slob when it comes to painting. I lack the crucial painting along the top of the wall/below the ceiling gene. The rest isn't a problem. I can do walls and around woodwork and other things. But that ceiling line... I have shaky hands anyway. Couple that with wound-up nerves and you'll have a line that looks more like an EKG report without a single flatline.

But ne'er mind all that. Let's shift to what I'm reading, which is becoming completely out of control again, SURPRISE.

First, Anne Tyler's latest The Beginner's Goodbye. I'm not a Tyler fan and I've felt inadequate about it a long time. Yet, nearly every time she comes out with a new book I'm all over it. In the case of her latest, so far it's actually not bad. Not great but, as some critics like to say, "readable." A more back-handed compliment's hard to find but I guess they mean that well.

TBG is about a new widower who, in his great sorrow, is trying to get his life back in order after the loss of his wife. I know from reading the blurb he's going to start seeing his late wife everywhere, so that's no spoiler. Guess I haven't gotten that far quite yet, though I'm just over the mid-point.

It's character-driven and I haven't found any of them irritatingly quirky, the word so often used to describe Ms. Tyler's characters. One complaint I have is the husband seems so much older than he is. I keep forgetting he's a 30-something, from the way he talks in general and about himself. Then I found book critic Ron Charles said the same basic thing in his own review:

"Nothing about him suggests we’re in the company of a 35-year-old in the early 21st century; he seems dustier than the 60-year-old in “Noah’s Compass.” “That tickled me no end,” he tells us when he hears Dorothy talking. Confronted by an angry colleague, he exclaims, “Goodness.” Seeing his dead wife standing in the street, he says, “Dorothy, my dear one. My only, only Dorothy.” "

It's funny and tells a story lots of people can relate to but it's really quite superficial. I'd classify it a "beach read," or at least a summer read for those who take off the season from reading more substantial books (I'm not in that club). I'll probably forget it not long after I've closed the cover but it's not a total waste of time - another back-handed compliment, I guess.

As Ron Charles said later in his review:

"Even die-hard fans of Tyler’s work should probably let this one float by."

Err... and I'm not a fan to begin with. But I'm enjoying this one more than usual. Analyze that.

Next, a very strange, short novel called Spurious by Lars Iyer. The whole thing's a sort of dramatic monolog between the unnamed narrator and W., a man never at a loss for words. If you aren't into dark, philosophical sorts of books run away from this one very quickly. I'm around halfway and wonder if I should continue on or just drop it.

Not that it's bad at all. It's funny and reads very quickly but it gives me a sort of Russian novel depression. I can't decide if I'm wasting my time or will find some enlightenment from it:

"Idiocy, that's what we have in common. Our friendship is founded upon our limitations, we agree, and doesn't travel far from them.

We're full of joy, W. says as we walk back from the supermarket, that's what saves us. Why do we find our failings so amusing? But it does save us, we agree on that; it's our gift to the world. We are content with very little: look at us, with a frozen chicken in a bag, and some herbs and spices, walking home in the sun. The gift of laughter, I say - 'The gift of idiocy,' says W."

From Steven Poole from Guardian.uk:

"It is near to the end of days, shortly before the appearance of a "stupid Messiah". Two British men, employed somehow in academia, muse on their lack of success and incapacity for real thought while drinking too much gin. "We are Brod and Brod, we agree, and neither of us is Kafka." Sometimes they travel to a conference, and drink too much there instead. One of the friends insults the other with spectacular, relentless cruelty. The insultee also has to deal with a damp problem in his flat that gradually assumes apocalyptic proportions of sweating metaphor."

This is a very well-written book by an assured writer. It's just that I'm a depressive to begin with and nothing here makes me feel any better. Not that it should but, at the least, I'd like there to be a reason for all the downer, dark comedy and not just show-offy "look how smart I am" quips. Maybe, as one commenter replied to Poole's review:

"...not something that Americans generally appreciated. A lot of the American reviews seem to have missed the point!"

And I can't comment back either way, since comments on the post have already been closed. Drat it. Then again, maybe that's for the best as so many conversations I've read in Brit papers have just degenerated into anti-American frothing.

Quickies - In Progress:

Sister by Lupton:

Compelling, if a bit over-written at times.

Marriage Plot by Eugenides:

Late night, pre-sleep Kindle read. Funny, funny and more funny.

This Burns My Heart by Park:

Free Review Book for bookgroup moderation at BookBrowse.com.

1984 re-read:

Another Kindle read, for Classics Book Group discussion at my library.

Religion for Atheists by de Botton:

Free review book. Compelling ideas I, so far, agree with.

Reviews actively working on or just finished: