I finished two books tonight!
First I finished The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl 2: 2 Fuzzy, 2 Furious, as a read-aloud for my first-grader. It was her Christmas present, and while it ain’t great literature, it’s really damn funny and charming, as Squirrel Girl always is. If you have any interest in middle-grade literature, these are worth picking up. They’re light and silly and great fun.
On the other end of the spectrum I finished Dead Astronauts, Jeff Vandermeer’s latest.
Holy shit. And not necessarily a good holy shit.
This is one of the toughest-to-finish books I’ve ever actually finished. Vandermeer has gone into full experimental mode. If I tell you that the novel is about a one-eyed future-seeing astronaut who returns to an apocalyptic world, an escaped slave who’s a mathematical genius who constantly wants to dissolve into a precipitation of salamanders, and a sentient moss named Moss who takes on human form but also is the mathematician’s girlfriend and also a science experiment, I’ll have done you a disservice, because I’ll have made the book sound far more straightforward than it actually is.
It’s very nonlinear. Character points-of-view shift constantly. Tenses and persons shift. Some chapters have a single paragraph per page. Some chapters have version numbers in the margins, counting down or up. Some chapters are written in a faded font except for key words. Some chapters comprise a dozen short sentences repeated over and over for many pages.
It’s a work of art, no doubt, and Vandermeer absolutely knows what he’s doing. But it took me nearly a month to make it through the book, and I found myself dreading returning to it. My wife kept asking me, “Is it fun?” and I was like, “What the hell kind of question is that?” which isn’t fair to her, because no, this book isn’t fun.
But I think it’s probably brilliant.