A stunning piece of realistic fiction – Bock truly surprised me. For a first novel, Beautiful Children was a home run. I’m typically cynical of new novels which are marketed as “New York Times Bestsellers” and large corporate bookstore centerpieces, as this book was, but I was pleasantly surprised by the honest beauty of Beautiful Children
. The mastery Bock demonstrates in interweaving the stories of so many seemingly unconnected people and plots is genius; I generally give up in frustration or irritation when books bounce back and forth between story-lines and time-lines, but Bock had a way of making this disjointedness a realistic part of Las Vegas life. The third-person limited narration was genius – it left me guessing from one page to the next, from chapter to chapter and from story to story. As the novel progressed, I became more excited and terrified to discover how each of these characters relates to the others and, ultimately, to learn what the final pages had in store for these tragic deviants. I generally do not have sympathy for “hard-luck” cases, but Bock finds a Dickensian way of navigating through the everyday plights of the Las Vegas underworld, street urchin, and even the middle class, to make them all seem pitiful and simultaneously in need of championing. The underlying theme, obviously, is the very real problem of child and teenage runaways – how to stop this from happening and how to save the children, once they’ve gone. It was touching, inspiring, nauseating, and finally, beautiful. Had it not been for the somewhat anti-climactic ending (somewhat!), I would have given this novel 5/5. Still, it is very much worth the read.
>My first thought, when preparing to sit down and review this book, was that this just was not one of my favorite Vonnegut books. I wanted to say that I was actually quite disappointed, having read three or four other Vonnegut books, and having thoroughly enjoyed each of them. I found Breakfast of Champions, at first, pompously bizarre and pointless. Then, I remembered that Vonnegut’s books are largely autobiographical and that many of his characters were developed across years and decades, and included in many of his novels. Breakfast of Champions, while typically cynical and apocalyptic, like all Vonnegut’s work, has another searing bit of honesty that, upon reflection, I find quite endearing. Vonnegut exposes himself in a back-handed sort of way. He’s telling his readers, and himself, that he’s realized that he is changing, has been changing, over time, and that some of his old thoughts no longer fit – some of his favorite characters need to be put away, or “made free” as Kilgore Trout finally is here. I think it took a lot for Vonnegut to decide to move on and step away from what was comfortable for him, what was so long developed, crafted, and nurtured. To put away what had been successful because it was no longer true for him as a writer – and move on. While not my favorite “read” or subject, after Slaughter-House Five
, this is probably one of Vonnegut’s most personal and touching novels. Bravo.
This is the creative non-fiction masterpiece of a generation; the one I would have written, had I had the courage or artistry of Armistead Maupin. I thank him for writing it, in spite of himself and the terrifying, painful monstrosity of emotions which must have been bombarding him from start to finish. It is a work of heartbreaking brilliance and almost a relief (and, let’s be honest, almost an affront) not to have to write it myself. It simultaneously brings closure, questions, and a new necessity for me to tell my own story.
Some people have no idea what they’re talking about when they review this book. Beware of those who say the book was bigoted or that all the stories seemed the same. This tells you something about the reader – not the book. Every raw inch of Hot Water Music is intentional and calculated. Bukowski was a genius and it shows through his use of raw, stripped-down, brutal language which mimics the bare, purposeless world which Bukowski is attempting to describe. Many of the stories have similar themes: booze, sex, the track; however, each story has a unique “real life” story to tell, many of which were probably based on Bukowski’s own personal history (but for more of this, you might want to check out his early works, such as Ham on Rye
). Bukowski is obviously a cynic and evokes all that is wrong, dirty, and typically unspoken. Neither his prose nor his subjects are flowery because life is not flowery for the majority of people – we see these things happen every day, and there is a bizarre beauty and achievement in what Bukowski does and says, simply by shoving the real right in front of our faces.