The Ruined House (Namdar)

Dara Horn, a writer I do not love, offers this in her blurb on the back of the hardback edition: “In another writer’s hands, this would be a novel about a midlife crisis.” Yeah, I can see that. Namdar makes it clear by name dropping Philip Roth. Roth even gets a cameo in a flashback and more than a few nods to his style.

But it’s clear Namdar has greater ambitions. There is a secondary religious text that runs between chapters. There are hallucinations. There are openings to other worlds and maybe I am just not smart enough to have understood their purpose and meaning, but I wanted to. There is ambition and style enough in the book to chase after what for me was a tantalizing thread, but it never seemed to cohere or develop, even if it did make sense how and when it ended, though the ending of the mid-life crisis piece fell more than a little bit flat for a book that Ms. Horn thinks is not about (just) a mid-life crisis.


The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind : Young Readers Edition (Kamkwamba and Mealer)

It takes a certain kind of talent to turn what is so obviously an amazing story into such a dull book. I don’t know if it’s that they underestimated their audience or what, but this book just plods along. Not even famine, friendship or the invention that gives the book its title can enliven this pedestrian prose. This book is an absolute chore. I don’t know if the ‘regular’ version is any better. I am not going to find out.

The Walmart Book of the Dead (Biederman)

In a scene from the movie Roxanne which of course I cannot find on YouTube right now, Steve Martin has a delightfully mocking scene in which he celebrates being present at a moment of genius. I was reminded of that scene (minus the mocking) when I picked up and read Lucy Biederman’s The Walmart Book of the Dead. In her acknowledgments, Biderman, a lecturer in English at Case Western Reserve University,  says she drew inspiration from a 1960 gloss on a museum’s holdings, a translation of the Papyrus of Ani and a book called  The Quest for Immortality: Treasures of Ancient Egypt. First of all, who reads those things? And who reads those things and comes up with this? Like Steve Martin in that scene I wish I could find, I wish I was there at that moment. Because what she’s come up with is brilliant.

Having never been a fan of genres, I love the visible struggle to define what this is. It’s referred to as a “series of librettos,” “a darkly comic incantation” and it won an award given to vignette collections. When I went to pick it up at a bookstore, I quickly realized that I had no idea where to look. It turns out it was in the Poetry section.

I can’t claim I understood every incantation or vignette, but the ones I did find my way into were funny and pointed and true. I relished the thought of Walmart executives meeting to discuss the book. Granted, I have my own opinions of Walmart and everything it seems to embody, so maybe I celebrated parts of this for that reason, but mostly I celebrated the genius of the idea and the wonderful execution of it. I absolutely guarantee you’ve read nothing like it. So go pick it up. But if you’re in a hurry, ask about where to find it. Who knows where it’ll be shelved?


A House of My Own: Stories from My Life (Cisneros)

In Susan Shillinglaw’s On Reading The Grapes of Wrath, she advises readers to dip into her book for a bit and then the Steinbeck and to repeat the cycle. I probably should have done that with Cisneros’ extensive collection of short pieces and my recent re-read of The House on Mango Street. This is a much longer book than Mango, and this one, despite several apparent attempts to do otherwise, is in date order (and therefore in contrast with Mango). Hence, it becomes kind of long. At times, Cisneros comes off as arrogant, both in the pieces themselves and in the introductions she wrote for each for this collection. Still, there are enough gems to make the collection worthwhile. I am still not sure whether I can consider Cisneros more than a one-hit wonder (did anyone read and like Caramelo? I couldn’t get through it), but this collection does suggest she has more to contribute.


All My Sons (Miller)

This one hasn’t lost one bit of its power. War profiteering. A father’s secret cannot stay secret. What boys want their fathers to be. When money isn’t enough. I’ve seen it before. I knew what was coming. I still raced to the end. It breaks your heart. It has to.

ALL MY SONS @ Court Theatre in Chicago until February 18th


This Side of Brightness (McCann)

I love Colum McCann’s work, and this novel just deepened my appreciation. He’s a magician with words and story. From beginning to end, I was in the world he created, a world very far from my own time, place and experience. And, I think it’s worth noting, that he centers a story around Nathan Walker, a black man. This book was published in 1998. I’d like to think he’d be as bold now. He’s not showing off here, I don’t think, just reminding us with his main character and his fellow sandhogs that once upon a time, there were a lot of different groups that were not considered white. Aside from a moment that seemed like one coincidence too many, the plot and characters are compelling and the ending is even hopeful.

I look forward to seeing him in person in April.

Colum McCann at John Carroll


Great Tranquility: Questions and Answers (Amichai)

The title has to be ironic. Aside from some throwaway and, at times, icky poems, about women, these poems represent a mind that is anything but tranquil.  Here, Amichai (here translated by Glenda Abramson and Tudor Parfitt) grapples with how, both personally and politically, we can balance history and memory with the need to move forward in life. In “In the Old City,” the battle seems lost. He writes, “We are weepers at feasts, carvers of names on every stone, / Smitten by hope, hostages of rulers and history.” The ‘we’ here is almost certainly Israel. In “Since Then,” he says, “I march against my memories / Like a man against the wind.” On the other hand, or, as he puts it in “People in the dark always see, “between darkness and light real life goes on.” This tension is represented most effectively in his poem, “Jerusalem is full of used Jews.” There are a handful to just skip here (and make me wonder what Amichai pays his editor for), but three quarters of the collection is incredibly compelling. Amichai seems to genuinely ask (in “An Attempt to Hold Back History”), “Do you think you can hold back history?”