For those of you who don’t know Augusten Burroughs, take a gander at Running With Scissors or Wolf At the Table whenever you are feeling like a giant pile of poop.
His childhood (and adulthood) will remind you of why your life is perfect!
This is a memoir (another!) of his adulthood post sobriety, though the early few pages are still him immersed in a relapse.
This memoir chronicles three very important relationships he had as an adult, including both of his marriages.
If you are familiar with him, you will appreciate his ongoing sense of humor in his writing- about his mental illness, his catastrophizing, his impulsive jewelry buying.
What is new is the love story that this memoir produces.
You’ve always rooted for him given the horrible life he’s had, and this book gives you a chance to celebrate what he’s done with it.
On top of it, he mentions that one of his therapists looks like Joyce Carol Oates from the 70s. He mentions her numerous times, and gets her style. Love him even more now.
My husband and I were lucky enough to meet him at a recent book signing and hear him read an excerpt from the beginning of the book- where he is visiting a therapist regarding his lack of sexual feelings towards his boyfriend. He’s as hilarious in person as he is on the pages. He’s also WAY MORE philosophical in person, though this excerpt is pretty amazing:
“Diamonds appeared oily upon magnification. Rubies were busy inside. Sapphires sometimes appeared to contain a galaxy, and emeralds could blind you with green. Opals reminded me of a beehive. Sometimes jade looked like sticky rice, and inside some alexandrites, it appeared to be raining.
Was it a universal truth that the closer you looked at something, the more you would see but the less you would understand what you were looking at?”
For a brand new author, this is a beautiful story. I loved how Mbue used her own Cameroonian roots to develop the main characters in this novel.
It is the story of Jende and Neni, immigrants from Cameroon, coming to America for their own American dream. Jende comes to the US a few years before sending for Neni and his son. Neni falls in love with NYC, the flashing lights, ethnic people and access to everything. She jumps right into college to become a pharmacist. Meanwhile, Jende gets a great job as a chauffeur for Clark Edwards, a big-wig at Lehman Brothers. 2007/2008 happen, and we all know what happens to Lehman Brothers. The fall out of the financial collapse is the background of this story.
We also get to know Clark’s wife and 2 sons. The collapse of Lehman Brothers exposes cracks in both the Edwards’ relationship, as well as Jende and Neni’s. Navigating the US as immigrants in a country that is fighting to stay financially afloat is extremely difficult, and Mbue documents this beautifully.
It is the differences in marriages from one country and culture to another. It is the determination of men and in how they recover from ruin. It is the determination of wives and how they fight to keep what they believe is theirs. It is the difference in humans; how some believe they are handed a lot in life while others scramble to pave their own way.
A beautiful, exquisite story from beginning to end.
This is Joyce Carol Oates as her lightest…Lauren Kelly is just one of her pseudonyms that she wrote under for a brief spell. For those that find JCO difficult to read, this is a lot easier…less stream of consciousness, more precise story telling.
However, keeping with her typical dark style, the The Blood Mask itself is very JCO. Diabolical, a little confusing and twisty, slightly morbid, though not overtly grotesque. It is the story of Annabelle (who becomes Marta), a teenager sent to live with her rich, art-influenced (influencing) aunt after her parents become incapable of caring for her. What first seems like a dream come true (moving from a broken home to a mansion) quickly becomes a nightmare of manipulation, unrequited love and a struggle to prove loyalty.
A pretty quick read, yet not amazingly profound in any way. Great for those who’d like to dabble in a little JCO to peak behind those dark brocade curtains of her mind.
For those of you who don’t know me, Joyce Carol Oates is one of my favorite authors. I say “one of” because she was the sole favorite, until I started reading more Margaret Atwood, and now I must call it a tie. However, JCO, as I like to (
affectionately lazily) call her, has a much larger back list than Atwood does.
I tend to read about 2-3 JCO a year, which is terrible, as she releases more books than that! This is my second JCO this year (this month, actually). I thought I’d share this one with you.
A Sentimental Education is a typical, yet softer JCO. As she’s written through the years (1963 to the present), her stories have become a little bit darker. They always have a sinister, dark, gothic, melancholic undertone, but I find that her books have become even more so the more current the work. Since A Sentimental Education was written in 1982, it is less brooding (though still broody!) than some of her more current works.
Her typical themes exist in all six of these short stories- broken love, improper lust, clashing relationships and dark, inner thoughts. JCO sits right in the brain of each of her central characters, writing down the uncomfortable, dark, questioning things that humans of all types sometimes think.
These stories include a woman’s response to finding her husband has been cheating, a forbidden relationship between cousins, a man who witnesses a murder, a man who seeks his own destruction, an illicit affair, a celebrated writer meeting her lover’s son years after the affair.
The title story is the longest one of the set. The title of the book quite descriptively illustrates the underlying theme of each short story. Sentimentality occurs when either good or bad things happen (in the case of these stories, more bad than good). This sentimentality also leads us to approach new situations differently than we might have prior to the incident. How does a woman move on from her husband and a marriage for which there was years of sentiment? How does a man overcome his fear of an alley? How does a young man remember his young cousin? This is the education these characters receive, as will the reader.
As a side note, I also found the title story quite similar to the JCO novelette First Love: A Gothic Tale which I read earlier this month. Perhaps the short story A Sentimental Education felt unfinished or unresolved; the scabs weren’t quite peeled back enough or poked for JCO. Both involve cousins sharing a home with meddlesome aunts hovering around. Both involve a house on the beach with areas and rooms not to be visited. Both involve an older, bookish, introverted, older male cousin working hard on the career path laid out for him while navigating the misguided feelings he has towards a younger, female cousin. Both involve the hint of sexual assault (trigger warnings); one a louder hint than the other.
With that, don’t read JCO if you are depressed, sad, melancholy, or have had any sort of trauma in the past, especially from a family member. That being said, she delves into the depths of the human mind, the horrible thoughts we have sometimes, and how our mind can control our actions in ways we can’t prevent.
My first taste (pun intended) of Mary Roach was her 2003 book, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. Massive envy ensued. As someone who would maybe love to someday maybe write a book maybe, this is what I’d want to write. Something to learn from. Something funny. Something maybe even a little bit useful.
Roach makes me giggle and Google. Search and snicker. I almost wish she included images that she mentions in the book, and yet, that would reduce my Google and search time. I like the little breaks I take to look stuff up further…they are my own reading footnotes to add to her collection of (hilarious) written ones. The only concern is the tangents these Google searches send me on…and on…and on…oh yeah, I was reading a book!
If you’ve never read any of her stuff, check it out here. I’m still a book or (now) two back, but (shhhh!), I have another one being shipped to me as we speak.
This particular book, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal, is on all things gastrointestinal. This is not about food (although food is mentioned in quips and murmurs). It is about the tube that starts at the top of our bodies and ends at the bottom- surrounded by “stuff”, as one of her interviewees states. I love how the book moves in this manner also…teeth, chewing, saliva in the beginning, with the big finish to end it all- poop. And who doesn’t want to know more about poop?!
And the footnotes…gah! They are a book in and of themselves and usually wholly funnier than the actual text-which is pretty damn funny.
Throw in some dog kibble, rumen windows and Elvis, and you got yourself a good time. (rest of my review here.)
This book, as you can see, was read largely on a quiet Friday afternoon, left early from work to enjoy, with Tula and John Snow.
Now, to do something about this noisy borborygmus….