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Pulitzer Prize-winning fiction: How much have you read?

Thursday, August 16th, 2007
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Prize-giver and fashion icon Joseph Pulitzer.

After reading “The Road,” I wondered if it was the first Pulitzer Prize for Fiction I’d ever read. Certainly it’s the first time I’ve read one so close to its winning: The awards were announced on April 16 of this year, and I read the book four months later.

Wikipedia has a handy list of Pulitzer Prize for Fiction winners. Note that before 1948, it was called the Pulitzer Prize for the Novel; those winners (1918-1947) are here.

It turns out I’ve read several. To wit:

“Middlesex,” by Jeffrey Eugenides.

“The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay,” by Michael Chabon.

“A Confederacy of Dunces,” by John Kennedy Toole.

“To Kill a Mockingbird,” by Harper Lee.

“The Old Man and the Sea,” by Ernest Hemingway. (Is it even possible to graduate from high school without having read “The Old Man and the Sea” at some point?)

“The Bridge of San Luis Rey,” by Thornton Wilder.

“Kavalier & Clay” and “A Confederacy of Dunces” are two of my most favorite books ever, and I quite liked the other Pulitzer winners I’ve read, too.

Which Pulitzers have you read? Which ones should I read? Discuss.

Eric Recommends: ‘The Road’

Thursday, August 16th, 2007
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Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction this year and was on quite a few Best of 2006 lists. I have finally read it and can tell you it’s one of the most beautiful, emotionally devastating books I’ve ever read.

It’s set in a near post-apocalyptic future, where something (nuclear war, probably) has destroyed all animal life and most human life. A man and his little boy walk through the rubble, finding food where they can, avoiding marauders who would cannibalize them, hoping to find other survivors who can be trusted — other “good guys,” in the parlance of the man and the boy. They are good guys themselves, the man reassures his son, although it may be that the man is becoming less of a good guy as time passes and the situation becomes more desperate.

It is not a science-fiction or horror novel. We don’t learn what caused the devastation, because it’s irrelevant; that’s not what the book is about. McCarthy’s writing is spare all the way around. We don’t learn anyone’s names, nor specifically what part of the United States they’re wandering through. Only references to “the interstate” confirm that it even is the U.S.

McCarthy even writes largely without commas. Preferring to start a new sentence fragment where a comma would have gone. Mostly brief sentences like this. There are no chapter divisions. Contractions like “don’t” and “won’t” don’t get apostrophes. Dialogue does not have quotation marks. Usually I find tactics like these pretentious and annoying — “Ooh, look how modern I am! I don’t use punctuation!” — but it works here because it fits the stark desolation of the story. Everything has been pared down to its barest essentials.

The story itself isn’t particularly elaborate, but McCarthy’s vocabulary is; evidently the world’s thesauruses survived the apocalypse. What’s more, he writes beautifully, poetically, piercingly. It’s hard to cite individual passages. It’s more the overall effect. And when you boil it all down, it’s really just a story about the love between a little boy and his papa.

A weekend of ‘Deathly Hallows’ nerdery

Monday, July 23rd, 2007
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NOTE: This is a SPOILER THREAD for “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.” The post itself has no spoilers, but people posting comments on it are welcome to discuss the book as freely as they want to, which includes mentioning plot details.

Well! So much for the Harry Potter books!

I ordered mine from Amazon, and they’d sent an e-mail saying it would be delivered by UPS on Saturday. This meant I spent the first part of the day lurking around my apartment with one eye on the window, keeping watch for the UPS guy. I put off taking a shower for fear of missing him while I was in there. Amazon had said the package wouldn’t require a signature, but there was no guarantee the UPS guy would consider my doorstep safe enough to leave it if no one answered the door. THERE WAS NO GUARANTEE!!

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Like everything else in the world, ‘Snide Remarks’ is about Harry Potter this week

Monday, July 16th, 2007
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This week’s “Snide Remarks,” entitled “Wand for the Money,” is a fire sale on all the Harry Potter gags that have been lounging in the back of my mind the last few weeks. With the final book going on sale this Saturday, I figured now was the time to get rid of them. You can hear a recording of me reading the column right there on the page, or here, or you can subscribe to the podcast using this URL.

Speaking of Mr. Potter, if you have not already ordered “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” from Amazon for the low low price of $17.99, you only have until Tuesday at noon to do so if you want it delivered on Saturday. Amazon is even guaranteeing Saturday delivery — as in, if it doesn’t arrive on that day, you get your money back. So you can order it from them and rest assured you’ll have it on the day of its official release, just as soon as your fatigued, broken-backed mailman can carry it to your door after carrying 100 other copies to 100 other doors.

You can order it here. Not only can, but should.

Eric Recommends: ‘The Yiddish Policemen’s Union’

Wednesday, June 27th, 2007
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“The Yiddish Policemen’s Union” is the latest novel from Michael Chabon, whose stunning mastery of language and gift for storytelling make him one of the best living fiction writers. This book doesn’t approach the genius of his Pulitzer-winning “Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay,” but I guess that’s the hazard of winning the Pulitzer Prize for literature: It’s all downhill from there.

“Yiddish Policemen’s Union” is still a delight, though, a mixture of Jewish mysticism and hard-boiled detective fiction that only someone as clever and imaginative as Chabon could come up with.

It imagines a world where, instead of the nation of Israel being established in the 1940s, the Jews were given a reservation in Alaska to call their own. Now, 60 years later, that territory is about to revert to American control, and the Jews will be dispersed for the umpteenth time in their history.

The story is about a police detective working to solve a murder in the waning days of the Jewish reservation. The book uses many of the old elements of detective stories — including the alcoholic loose-cannon cop who has his badge taken away but keeps working on the case anyway — and drops them into this Jewish culture, with its Yiddish slang, its traditions, and its religious subcultures.

Chabon paints a rich, detailed world of modern Jews living in uncertainty and hoping for redemption, both on a personal and a national level. His writing is humorous, insightful, and evocative. When he uses figurative language to describe a feeling, you know exactly the feeling he’s describing. It’s another fine novel from this very fine author.

Eric Recommends: ‘Fablehaven: Rise of the Evening Star’

Monday, June 25th, 2007
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“Fablehaven: Rise of the Evening Star,” by Brandon Mull, is the second book in the young-adult fantasy series, and if there was any question before that Mull deserves to inherit the soon-to-be-available Harry Potter audience, this should settle it. It’s even more inventive, more whimsically outrageous, and more fun than the first book.

It’s the ongoing saga of a young brother and sister whose grandparents are caretakers of a magical preserve, and the overarching story has an evil group attempting to collect a series of magic artifacts that will unleash havoc upon the world. Like the Harry Potter books, “Fablehaven” has an unseen magical world existing side-by-side with the regular world, and there are lessons to be taught as the young heroes learn more and more about Fablehaven and its inhabitants.

In “Rise of the Evening Star,” Mull continues to write funny, realistic dialogue for the siblings, and raises the stakes by introducing all manner of death and injury (though not graphically described, don’t worry). His imagination continues to be the most impressive thing about his work, though. This installment incorporates shrinking potions, ax-wielding monkeys, demon poop, and a phantom whose weapon is fear itself, to name just a few. It all makes for a fast-paced, exciting story, one that will have readers breathlessly anticipating Volume 3 — and I don’t usually even read fantasy novels.

A couple of fun literary things that happened

Thursday, May 24th, 2007
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I was in Utah for a few days last week, visiting friends and family in my old stomping grounds. It’s always nice to see my bros and hos in the Beehive State.

On Monday, a couple of fun things happened. I had a few minutes before I was supposed to be somewhere, so I stopped at the Barnes & Noble in Orem to browse. There was an exceptionally large crowd of people milling around, many of them youngsters, so I wondered if I’d happened upon a field trip of some kind. Then I saw that an autograph-signing was in progress, featuring Brandon Mull, author of the “Fablehaven” books.

Brandon and I are both BYU alumni, and we’ve occasionally crossed paths over the years. He was part of Divine Comedy, the sketch troupe that was inspired by my Garrens Comedy Troupe, and now of course we’re both writers. Except he writes fiction, and he has fabulously well-attended book-signings.

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Eric Recommends: ‘Apathy and Other Small Victories’

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

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I really need to start keeping track of who recommends which books to me, because I no longer have any idea why I read “Apathy and Other Small Victories,” and I want to thank the person who turned me on to it. So if that person is reading this, consider yourself thanked.

“Apathy and Other Small Victories,” by Paul Neilan, is a slim, sardonic novel about a shiftless man in his late 20s who, like so many of his generation, views the world with laziness, irony, scorn, and apathy. He has a lame job at an insurance company (though he mostly just sits in the bathroom and naps all day), and he drinks constantly. He’s currently having sex with his landlord’s wife to avoid having to pay rent. (He’s as puzzled by that arrangement as you are.) And then one day the deaf woman who works at his dentist’s office is killed, and the police seem to think he did it. He didn’t, of course, but can he muster the energy to care enough to prove it?

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Eric Recommends: ‘Lies My Teacher Told Me’

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

It’s only been a few years since I discovered I love American history, and one of the more interesting books I’ve read on the topic is “Lies My Teacher Told Me,” by James W. Loewen.

Now, I don’t like the title. The title is a turn-off. It makes you think this is going to be one of those liberal-guilt history-revisionist things, where all of a sudden the Civil War was fought over things other than slavery, and where every hero in American history was actually a bad guy.

What the book actually is, is an indictment of high school history textbooks. Loewen scrutinized a dozen of the most widely used ones and found they all have some things in common: They’re boring, they whitewash everything, and they get a lot of things wrong. The result is that most American students cite history as one of their least favorite subjects, and much of what the average American citizen “knows” about our country’s past isn’t true (or is true but is only the tip of the iceberg).

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Eric Recommends: ‘Special Topics in Calamity Physics’

Wednesday, December 27th, 2006

“Special Topics in Calamity Physics,” by Marisha Pessl. Don’t be alarmed by the title, or think (as the man next to me on the train thought when he saw it and remarked, “That’s some heavy reading”) that this is a book about physics. No, it’s a novel, and one of the sassiest, smartest, most thoroughly engaging novels I’ve read all year.

It’s told from the point of view of a super-smart 16-year-old girl named Blue Van Meer who lives with her political-science professor dad. They generally bounce from one small-college town to the next every semester, but the book is set during Blue’s senior year of high school, when they’ve settled in one North Carolina town, allowing Blue to make some friends. Among them is one of her teachers, a beautiful, enigmatic woman named Hannah Schneider. Blue is telling us the story from Harvard a year later, and she informs us up front that Hannah dies during the course of it. How, why, and by whose hand are all mysteries to be explored later.

For the first couple hundred pages, I’d be hard-pressed to say what the book is “about,” as there is no distinct plot line. Things are occurring; it’s just not clear where they’re going. And then the last hundred pages are jam-packed with revelations, surprises, reversals, and a major falling-into-place of pieces.

Yet even before a distinct storyline had emerged, I was still delighted by every page. Pessl (as Blue) writes vividly, with a barrage of pop-cultural, literary and cinematic allusions. She is fond of descriptive metaphors and similes, as when she says a woman’s perfume “hung in the air like a battered piñata.” The writing is marvelously nuanced and careful, always perfectly phrased. People who love words will adore the way Pessl manipulates them.

It’s Pessl’s debut novel, which makes it all the more impressive, and, published in 2006, it is distinctly a product of its day. I don’t just mean because it refers to “The View” and the Internet and Jay Leno. I mean the way Pessl writes is the way young people — smart young people, I mean — actually write and talk in 2006. Just as you can look at “The Great Gatsby” and know by Fitzgerald’s syntax that he was writing in the 1920s, or read “Little Women” and recognize it as being typical of the mid-1800s, people will be able to know by reading “Special Topics in Calamity Physics” 100 years from now that it’s from circa 2000.

Pessl cheerfully turns nouns into verbs (the light “jack-o-lanterned their faces”) and refers casually to films and books that the reader may or may not be familiar with. She is also fond of likening characters to historical and fictional figures, then referring to them thereafter as if they ARE those people. An administrator at Blue’s school, Eva Brewster, is compared to Evita Peron early on; later, Blue figures the reason Ms. Brewster is so stoic is because of “her bastardized birth and impoverished Los Toldos upbringing, the trauma of seeing Augustin Magaldi naked at fifteen, shoving to great political heights the wide load of Colonel Juan, the twenty-four-hour workdays at the Secretaria de Trabajo and the Partido Peronista Feminino, looting the National Treasury, [and] stockpiling her closet with Dior.” A fellow student looks like 1950s actor Sal Mineo; he is forever referred to thus, his real name never mentioned.

If you associate with young people, you will notice that these are all typical of modern speech. Pessl writes in that Buffy/Veronica Mars/Gilmore Girls kind of patter — exaggerated, perhaps, from real life but nonetheless rooted in true speech patterns. It’s a genuine pleasure to read such sparkling, nifty writing.

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