04.09.2004 - 7:44 p.m.
My friends Gael and Kim recently contributed to the
Spring Book Guide on MSNBC, and I just have to say, I am
really impressed and intimidated by people who can write good
A well-crafted book review
is simply above and beyond my capabilities, it falls into the
same elusive category as the intelligent film review; far better
suited to others with more packed into their skulls than a weak
grasp on the English language and a overabundance of useless
Echo and the Bunnymen lyrics.
With that said, let me BRILLIANTLY
segue into a rant about Trading
Up. First of all, I was a big fan of Sex and the City, so
you may simply want to leave in disgust right now. I was less
enchanted with 4
Blondes, but it kept me sufficiently occupied on our Thailand
trip (I also brought and devoured The
Virgin Suicides, Diary,
Prayer For Owen Meany, in case that absolves me any in your
eyes). I was out of reading material for the Narita-Seattle leg
home, and half brain dead, so opted eagerly for the combo of
shopping/fucking/Manolos at an airport bookstore.
Plus, Trading Up is 548 pages
- good stuff for a 9 hour flight.
In my (esteemed? not) opinion,
it's bad. It's just badly written. I am not smart enough
to tell you exactly why it's badly written, or to lambaste it
cleverly in a way that makes you snarkle quietly to yourself
and reflect on how searing I am, although I wish I could. It's
simply got none of the snappiness of Sex and the City, each character
is one dimensional and boring, and our protagonist, Janey Wilcox,
seems to 'cry' "Oh <insert character name>!"
every other sentence. There are
And the dialogue made me crazy.
'Don't be angry at me, George,
please,' she whispered. 'I didn't mean it. I was just kidding
see how you'd respond
'You're a wild card, Janey,'
he said, shaking his head.
I'm not really sure why I feel
compelled to snipe about Trading Up, given the fact that I admit
to being craptacular at writing about books, which maybe
makes me not so much the qualified candidate to critique, hmmmm?
And really, who am I to bag
on a published author, who has every right to say "Excuse
me, but have YOU written a book? No? Yeah, didn't think so. I
checked out that journal of yours, and you're no great shakes
Onward to the good things I've
read lately: like I said, Owen Meany, which I'd read years ago
but dusted off for the trip. Oh lord, is there any funnier scene
in print than the Christmas pageant at the beginning of the story?
I laughed and laughed and laughed. Understanding Comics, which was brilliant.
BRILLIANT IS A REALLY SMART ONE WORD REVIEW RIGHT? Perdita Durango, which has the perfectly
perfect line: This life's sure got question marks scattered
around like dogshit in a empty lot, the way Daddy says. I guess
I ain't been steppin' careful enough.
Lord almighty, this has been
a link-heavy entry. The html, it hurts. Last bit, just in case
I haven't completely alienated you:
Oh, and fuck Easter. I'm
going to shit on the floor Saturday night and on Sunday morning
I'm going to tell them it's a special egg, full of special goodness.
And watch them open it.
Warren Ellis, on his most recent
Bad Signal mailing list.
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