April 30th, 2009


[links] Link salad wakes up in San Francisco

Here's the voting poll for the panda caption contest — Vote early, vote often, tell all your friends. Usual disclaimers apply.

This week's Publisher's Weekly reviews — Including both Green Powell's | Amazon ] and camille_alexa's Push of the Sky.

the_flea_king on getting started writing science fiction

Renewed Challenge to the Dinosaur KillerCentauri Dreams on the K-T extinction event.

'Swine flu' name won't be changed in Israel — Umm. I'm all for cultural relativism, but, um. (Thanks to corwynofamber.)

Its not that wingnuts are ignorant; its that they know so much that isnt soThe Edge of the American West on rampant historical illiteracy among conservatives. (Rep. Bachmann blaming Carter for the last outbreak of swine flu, when it happened during the Ford administration, for a trivial example.) I've long observed that in order to be a conservative in America today you have to cling tenaciously to some blatant counterfactuals. That's a very bad intellectual habit to get into. Once you've learned to ignore reality in favor of your "gut", it gets easier to keep making shit up and calling your crap "true facts."

?otD: If this is Thursday, this must be Nebraska, right?

Body movement: 60 minute suburban walk
This morning's weigh-in: n/a (traveling)
Currently reading: The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade by Herman Melville, Julian Comstock by Robert Charles Wilson

Originally published at jlake.com.


[books] The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet by Reif Larsen

The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet

On my way to Omaha at the beginning of the week, I finished reading The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet, by Reif Larsen (Penguin, May, 2009) [ Powell's | Amazon ]. This book is physically gorgeous, utterly charming, has a compelling voice, and ultimately let me down. I'd grade the first 4/5 of the book a solid 9/10, and the last 1/5 about 5/10.

This is sort of a mashup of Griffin & Sabine and The Lovely Bones. The book relies heavily on marginalia, illustrations and assorted extratextual material to advance the story. They are lovely, very well-executed, and a real pleasure to play around with.

Likewise the point of view character T.S. Spivet, a boy of (almost) 12 who is spectacularly unreliable as a narrator. He's got dreadful OCD, is driven by horrible guilt over a family tragedy which even he himself cannot acknowledge, and has an IQ off the Richter scale combined with an emotional naivete which is heart-breaking. A sort of uber-Mary Sue for f/sf fans, at the least. He's compulsively readable in a sort of train-wreck way, and many of T.S.'s (or Larsen's) insights are jaw dropping.

The narrative unfolds with an eerie, origami beauty. Bad things get worse, illustrations grow more arcane and complex, life happens to this poor kid. There are hints of the fantastic near the beginning, mere whiffs; then the book gets considerable more bizarre in the last chapters, sliding right off the rails of even the notional naturalisticism with which it began into some full blown fantasy. Which it then utterly fails to pay off.

This is why the book reminded me so much of The Lovely Bones. There's an editorial seam near the end of that book, readily visible to a reader with much experience in fantasy protocols, where the ending promised in both the title and much of the early foreshadowing vanishes in favor of a very popularized, Hollywood ending. I can hear the editorial board saying, "It's a great book, but cut that fantasy crap out and give us a real ending people can understand." (Which, given the underlying premise of The Lovely Bones, seems bizarre.)

Likewise with The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet. I don't know if Larsen wrote it with a more fantastic ending and had his mind changed for him editorially, or if he just swerved back to the middle of the road and chickened out on the promise of the book. The ending is emotionally satisfying, but essentially trivial and abandons much of the arc of the story to achieve its resolution.

I still say this one's worth the read, especially for confirmed bibliophiles — it's one of the most compelling books-as-artifacts to come across my desk since the first edition of City of Saints and Madmen — as well as for anyone who enjoys deeply interior narrative from the unreliable perspective. Rather like reading Little, Big, the joy of this book is the journey, because the destination is almost tragically disappointing. But what a journey this is. And what a book it could have been.

Originally published at jlake.com.