Juliet, Naked

This one was about a recluse musician finding his way into the lives of two characters. I enjoyed Juliet, Naked a good deal, though not nearly as much as Slam.

I read somewhere that Nick Hornby wrote this one because so much about the music industry has changed since the nineties, when High Fidelity was published. So I guess I’d been expecting more of a romp through British music nerddom than a story of romance amongst forty-somethings.

Either way, #49 was a good time. We’re almost at the finish line.

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The Widow and the Tree

My review for Sonny Brewer’s The Widow and the Tree (book #48), can be viewed here.

The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid

Again, to go with the idea of reading author’s inessential works first, I picked up one of Bill Bryson’s more recent books a few weeks back. I believe it’s Bryson’s only non-travel memoir, as it follows his early childhood in the 50s and early 60s in Des Moines, Iowa.

The author paints a picture of simpler times, balancing humor and education, along with both the good and the bad. He dips in and out of personal experiences and nationwide occurrences with total proficiency. In a way, this book makes the boomer generation seem like a slightly less irritating bunch.

To be honest, since it’s been a while since I listened to this audiobook, I’m drawing a blank with a ton of the key stuff I enjoyed. There’s a story of him and a friend peeing on Lincoln Logs that nearly killed me. Some notes would’ve came in handy, I guess.

My old roommate often tried getting me to read A Walk in the Woods, and I would certainly like to … as soon as the person who has checked it out on audio returns it to the library.

This was #47, for anyone keeping tabs. It’s been the year of reading and listening like crazy, so maybe 2010 will be deemed the year to do not much else but write. Throwing around ideas at the moment. As always, feel free to drop any suggestions in the comments section.

Beards and Novels

It’s true, they are two of my favorite things.

November couldn’t be a crazier time. I would like to go ahead and apologize for how unstable I will be. You can thank Whiskerino, NaNoWriMo, and the other things on my plate.

HERE is where you can keep track of my four-month-long beard-in-progress. And HERE is where you can see the word count of my novel. The novel will be called TRY AGAIN, and is a new draft of the thing I wrote last year, originally titled BRILLIANT!

Here’s a brief synopsis:

TRY AGAIN is the story of clashing egos and clanging guitars. It is the story of one mediocre band’s first and final U.S. Tour.

The last thing the world needs is another travel narrative. Scratch that. The last thing it needs is another teenager-comprised rock and roll band. But The Richardnixons aren’t aware of these two things, and certainly aren’t aware of what disastrous place a combination of them will lead. Besides, if you tried warning them they’d spit at your face and watch you run off crying.

When it comes to the road, and to the saving graces of rock and roll, the last thing The Richardnixons need are unbelievers. The first thing they need is to get there before soundcheck.

The Band:

Charley Discovery – Vocals, Guitar, ego, supreme style
Babybear – Rhythm Guitar, Keyboards, vicious teeth
Georgie Ullman – Drums, physical fatness, white socks, self-esteem complications (baker’s dozen)
James Donovan – Bass, dead brother’s ghost on his shoulders
Braxton Evanson Stephenson – Roadie, Nerd of the Highest Order, video game console

and Victoria — Girl

Please buckle your seatbelt.

Home Game

I’m not sure I can tell you why, but I have this weird fixation with being introduced to authors by reading one of their completely inessential works first.

For years Carrie has been singing the praises of Michael Lewis, to which I’ve always given a polite nod, mostly because of my distaste for sports. Especially in a state like Alabama, it’s hard enough to dodge conversations about this team vs. that. So why would I want to read about the stuff?

The back cover of Home Game had little to say about sports at large, so it seemed like a promising enough alternative. And I was intrigued about how the book claimed to not be about the joys of parenting, but the complete opposite. It read like a journal where Lewis vented about all the pain his wife and children put him through during this time, trying and failing to make sense of it.

I’ve kept up with reading really well (and listening, when it comes to audiobooks). It’s the whole blogging thing I’m falling behind with. We’ll try to fix this shortly.

This book was #46. Only 6 more to go!

Shoplifting From American Apparel

The hilariously-titled Shoplifting From American Apparel is a very new novella by Tao Lin that I’ve been looking forward to for a while.

Dialogue carries the story first and foremost. The main character Sam, his friends, exes, and fellow inmates say the strangest things aloud and over Gmail chat. It’s generally funny and sometimes half-profound.

The book jumps cities and segments of time quickly, and at first I felt that everything in Sam’s world seemed unimportant, dirty and depressing. But after getting into the flow of the story, I eased up and enjoyed myself.

I get the idea that people will be talking about the psychological truths within Lin’s writing many years from now, but who can say for sure?

This was #45. Only seven more to go in my 2009 in Books pilgrimage.

Up Close: Harper Lee

For #44 I wanted to read one of the books by my writing professor, Kerry Madden. I decided to go with a copy of her biography on Harper Lee first, after finding it at the library.

Kerry tells about Harper’s (Nelle’s) early life in Monroeville, Alabama, her lifelong relationship with Truman Capote, and most importantly, her world as everything about it was transformed by the publication of a book called To Kill A Mockingbird. The amount of research Kerry conducted is astounding, especially keeping in mind the fact that Harper has rarely allowed for interviews.

The voice is fresh and simple, written with grades 7-12 in mind. Older readers, though, will also find it refreshing. For me a reprieve was much-needed, after trying to wrap my mind around the latest Pynchon novel (I abandoned Inherent Vice, which will unfortunately not make the mark for #45).

King Dork

I think this is probably the third time I’ve read or listened to King Dork, so I’ll keep it short. Of course, like everything else that’s come from the brain of Dr. Frank, it’s well worth revisiting.

This time I listened to the audiobook, laughing to stay alive at work, and trying to pick out subtle clues to where the sequel might lead. For one, in a final scene, Sam Hellerman starts talking about “connections” from the past, which really weirds out Tom Henderson. I’m not sure how Sam will end up starting an occult-oriented rock band with Tom’s sister, Amanda (which you get a taste from in Andromeda Klein) but figure all of this will be answered in King Dork Approximately.

In my course at UAB, my professor is letting me do my author presentation on Frank. This will be weird and fun, and also difficult to keep under 15 minutes. I’m currently digging for a KD excerpt and some song lyrics for classroom dissection/discussion.

In related news, I got my signed Andromeda Klein 7″ in the mail the other day, upon returning from my trip to Nashville.

There was also an amazing package waiting for me, featuring a print and a plush owl from The Harpers.

This was #43 out of 52. Thanks for reading.

Slam

I never got around to reviewing this for Some New Trend, like I planned to.

I couldn’t have enjoyed Nick Hornby’s contribution to the YA world more. I didn’t know a thing about Slam before popping in the audiobook. It’s the story of two teenagers who do the unprotected sex thing and then get stuck with a baby. But really it’s so much more than that. Where pop culture often shows the struggles and issues young females face in this situation, it rarely gives a vivid description of the trials for the male. This kid has no idea how to be a dad, and just wants to skateboard.

Listening to Nicholas Hoult (kid actor in About a Boy) added to the experience (never read that book, but loved the movie like pretty much everyone else). It’s really sad, honest, and funny. There’s a little bit of a mild sci-fi element to the text too, which you’ll have to read to see. Heavily recommended. Still waiting for my copy of Juliet, Naked to show up at the library.

This was #42. Only 10 more to go for the year. Two more are already finished, and a few others are near completion. We can totally do this!