1. Forgetfulness, Ward Just, Rating: 4.4
I reserved this at the library after reading this in the Washington Post:
"Ward Just's thrillers are so subtle that they risk sounding dull, as though he's engaged in a battle against excess and bombast. The movement in his stories is slight, but the forces at work are tremendous. That muted power has never been more unsettling than in his new novel, a response to Sept. 11 that stretches the boundaries of an already voluminous genre."
Intriguing, right? It is an upsetting novel - it's about a man coming to terms with the murder of his wife - but it's beautifully crafted. Despite the inherant sadness of the work, it's a pleasure to read a book so skillfully written.
2. The Boleyn Inheritance, Philippa Gregory, Rating: 3.0
This book pales in comparison to the previous title. It's fine, nothing more. I found the author's postscript the most interesting thing about it. Gregory describes a character, and the qualities she worked hard to build in to her portrayal. I didn't get it at all. Did I just miss the obvious, or did the author mention the subject because she realized she hadn't succeeded?
3. Marie Antoinette: A Journey, Antonia Fraser, Rating: 4.0
It's a shame I didn't read this at the start of my French royalty phase. It's certainly the best I've found on the subject - well researched and scholarly, highly readable, deeply informative.
4. It's All Over But the Shoutin', Rick Bragg, Rating: 2.7
Billed as a memoir about (and for) his mother, Bragg writes about his upbringing in deep poverty and eventual success (he's a Pulitzer-winning journalist). I have two complaints about it. 1) Bragg continually says "You just can't understand why she [his mother] didn't stand up against her abusive husband, get a better job, try to get out of poverty, etc.]." And he's right - I don't understand. I don't have any insight into the woman at all after reading this book. 2) It's really a book about him, not her. You can almost see some editor leaning over his shoulder and saying "You haven't mentioned your mother for 10 pages. How can we work her in to this paragraph?" The end result is tiresome and forced.
5. King Dork, Frank Portman, Rating: 3.7
I liked this quite a bit. It's longer than it needs to be, and at times seems to lose sight of the plot, but it's really clever and occasionally hilarious. I can not for the life of me figure out why it's a YA novel. Is it because it's about a teenager? It's quite sophisticated and clearly well-suited to an adult audience. Maybe they thought it would get more press in the YA category? As an aside, can you see that this cover is supposed to reference Catcher in the Rye? It's pretty obvious to me when I see it on screen, but I didn't notice it on the physical version at all. It's odd - one of those times when a design just doesn't work in print form.
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