I Am Legend (Richard Matheson)

This book started off really well.  I was hooked.  I had meant to read just a couple of pages before bed, and soon found that I could not put it down.  The premise was great: one man left in a world full of vampires.  And in fact, all the short stories included after it were similar in that regard; they were all great ideas for stories.  The problem was in the execution of the ideas.  Matheson took some great ideas and let them fall flat on their faces.  Each story had me excited; had my complete attention.  They were great story ideas, and I was all a tingle with anticipation.  But, too quickly, I found myself wondering when the story would just be over with.  I was so disappointed.  So, I guess it gets two of five stars for interesting ideas, but fails to earn the other three because of poor execution.  In the hands of another writer using the same premises for each of the eleven stories (one novella and ten short stories), this could have been a five out of five.  But, in it's current form, it just didn't make the grade.

The Interrogative Mood: A Novel? (Pagett Powell)

Did I like this book?  What would you think if I told you there was a book written entirely in questions?  Do you think you would like it?  Why do you think I'm recommending it?  Do you think four stars is a good rating for a book?  Do you prefer black beans, pinto beans, or no beans on your Chipotle chicken burrito?  Do you even order a chicken burrito when you go to Chipotle?  Do you even like Chipotle?  Where do you like to eat?  Do you want to get lunch together?  If I told you that I had truly enjoyed this book, that I found it to be a wonderful experience, and one which I will treasure, would you be more or less inclined to read it?  Should I stop talking now?

Coca Cola (The Interrogative Mood)

Do you wonder why if there is, say, vanilla Coke and cherry Coke, and if the global market is the thing, why there is not, say nutmeg Coke and cumin Coke and anise Coke and garlic Coke and sauerbraten Coke and horseradish Coke and chili Coke and coconut Coke and lemongrass Coke?  Have you lost your mind?

~Padgett Powell, The Interrogative Mood

Library Trip

I just returned from a trip to the library, and while I'm greatly dismayed by the renovations that have taken place in the building since I was last there over Christmas break, I was thrilled with the collection of books I've brought back with me.  There's going to be some interesting reviews to come, I'm sure :)

Quick Update

Just got back from the library....The Fellowship of the Ring came in, so I'm starting on that right now :)  I got a few other books with it, so hopefully, there will be more reviews to follow!

The Stranger (Albert Camus)

This post is dedicated to Robby, who, according to my book list, recommended this piece to me several months back.  Thank you, Robby!

From the back of my book: Through this story of an ordinary man who unwittingly gets drawn into a senseless murder on a sun-drenched Algerian beach, Camus explored what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd."

As one new to Camus (haha, that rhymes!), I have to say that The Stranger is one of the most unusual and unsettling pieces I've ever read.  In fact, it is so different that I'm not quite sure what to make of it.  To be sure, it was brilliant.  And it was wonderfully written.  I cannot remember the last time I've been so focused on the writing style; the types of sentences, their lengths....It was a fascinating read just from that aspect alone.  And there is so much more than the sentence structure!

During the entire reading, I could not help but feel that I was enjoying an evening with a sociopath.  While not outwardly crazy, there was something unnerving about this narrator, and while I could never quite put my finger on it, I felt it might have something to do with his tone, his mood, and his reactions to various events.  Told by anyone else, this story could have had feelings and emotion; it could have been sad or anxious or distraught.  But, instead, it was detached and distant.  It felt like watching the narrator through a pane of glass, while at the same time, he watched the narration unfold through a foggy haze, like in a dream.  Such an unusual experience.  But, such a fascinating book.

Since Camus wrote in French, a translation was obviously required.  And I would recommend the translation I used: Matthew Ward did a fine job; many times, translations are difficult to read because they do not flow right, or feel false.  This was a wonderful translation.  It was easy to read, felt authentic, and was highly engrossing.

Reading

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