Missed March, so to catch you all up:
Spent much of March working on The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway. Seemed like I was getting a bit old to never have read a guy who is generally considered one of the 20th Century’s greats. What I thought I knew about Hemingway going in was that he wrote in short declarative sentences and that his heroes were generally macho, alcoholic jerks like himself. Turns out that, although he is amazingly skilled at building a suspenseful mood with a succession of short, simple sentences, he is also capable of turning out beautifully baroque run-on sentences. And although his protagonists generally fall into the “macho, alcoholic jerk” category, he doesn’t really glorify them (I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised – in the end it turned out he didn’t much like himself, either). My favorite was Big Two-Hearted River (parts one and two). Absolutely nothing happens except that a guy goes fishing, but you feel as though you are right there with him. But after about 250 pages, I had had enough and abandoned the project.
I chased that with Stephen King’s From a Buick 8. Not one of his best, but once I started it, I didn’t do anything else until I finished unless I had to.
I have also “read” two awesome and highly recommended graphic novels recently:
Rebel Woman, by Peter Bagge, best known for Hate comics, is a fascinating, informative, and often hilarious biography of Margaret Sanger, the founder of the organization now known as Planned Parenthood.
Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant, by Roz Chast, best known for her New Yorker cartoons, is her account of dealing with the decline and eventual death of her parents, who both lived into their 90s. It is occasionally hilarious, frequently moving, and always extremely depressing. I am proud to have it on my bookshelf, but if you balk at spending $30 on a hardcover that will take at most two hours to read, you might want to use your library card on this one.
Currently I am into Strivers Row, the last volume in Kevin Baker’s trilogy of historical novels set in New York City, which I have gushed all over in previous months of this thread. This one takes place in Harlem during WW2, and departs from the others in having a major real-life historical figure as its protagonist (though the others had plenty of real people in minor roles). Its hero is Malcolm Little, who twenty years later would become notorious as Malcolm X, and I am already thinking I need to re-read his Autobiography to compare it to this account.
After this I plan to embark on a re-read of the last three books of the Dark Tower series.