Review: The Little Prince by Antoine de St. Exupery

This is the first book to ever make me wish I spoke French. Extraordinarily beautiful and imaginative. I read the book in one sitting, and look forward to picking it up again, or to sharing it with friends. It was truly wonderful and wondrous – I have far too much to say about it, but far too few words.

>Review: Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence

>Fast-paced, powerful, and engaging story about one of the trials of the century. Based on a true story, Inherit the Wind tells the tale of two “superstar” lawyers, battling over a schoolteacher’s imprisonment for including Evolution and Darwin’s text in his classroom. The trial takes place in rural Tennessee – the Bible Belt’s buckle. Though the play is brief, the drama and tension build, becoming almost alive -inhaling and exhaling as the pages turn. The characters are well-developed and demonstrative of their situations, without being grotesques. I truly believe this is an essential text for any aspiring educator and particularly beneficial for those practicing in less tolerant or progressive areas. A new favorite.

Review: Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

It’s hard to describe what James Baldwin has done with Giovanni’s Room. In some ways, oddly enough, this novel reminds me of Susanna Rowson’s Charlotte Temple. Young (though not so young) confused loved. Passions and promises, forsaken and broken. The main character, David, seems to be a homosexual in denial; whereas, his love interest, Giovanni, turns out to be a heterosexual “made” gay by a tragic, heartbreaking loss, which is explained in the latter part of the novel. I think Baldwin makes the situation more complicated than it needs to be, but in a way it’s understandable, as proposing homosexuality to be innate, something other than “choice” in the early 1950’s would be preposterous, even if the story does take place in Paris, France. I suppose Baldwin had to tip-toe around the subject, while simultaneously facing it head-on. An interesting feat that, somehow, Baldwin ultimately accomplishes. I thoroughly enjoyed Giovanni’s Room, despite the presence of any “natural” gay male (those who are included are all “effeminate fairies” – despised by each of the novels’ three major characters). I don’t entirely disagree with Baldwin’s portrayal of the openly gay homosexual men, and their habitues, but I do wish that either David or Giovanni would have, in the end, broken the mold. In any event, the story was painful and beautiful – I read through its two-hundred plus pages in a day because I couldn’t put the book down, and I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen between the two lovers (though sometimes I cringed at hints of the finality to come). What almost outshines the homosexual aspect of the novel is that this is a novel of Americanism in France – it is a study and critique of American culture, seen through the eyes of Europeans. It fits in quite naturally with the works of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Stein (among others). If you’re interested in historical gay fiction or homosexual relationships, or if you enjoy or are fascinated by expatriate literature and love affairs – Giovanni’s Room is probably a good bet for you.

Review: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Diaz

Junot Diaz has provided an immense contribution to contemporary American literature with this novel. He, somewhat perplexingly, incorporates Dominican folklore, American culture, and comic-book fantasy into one seamless, powerful work of fiction. The narrator is a simultaneous throwback to the historic story-telling cultures (Latin, native American, Greek, Irish, etc.) but is also a nod to the American pop-culture “Watcher” narration of comic books and graphic novels; an explainer of mysteries, an omnipotent and omniscient master of the histories of every character, minor or major, this “Watcher” also plays a role in the story itself, which would be strange in more traditional story-telling models (i.e. Homer’s “chorus”) but is in keeping perfectly with some of the more popular American versions, such as the namesake “Watcher” from the Fantastic 4 storyline. Interestingly, one need not be a lover of comic books, or even familiar with them, to appreciate the deep, rich, and painful history of the Dominican Republic being presented in this book. I for one had no knowledge of the terrors – both ancient and recent – faced by the Dominican people. Diaz rails on about kleptocracies, corruption, Trujillo, Hitler, Castro, etc. He portrays America, not as a savior, but as an escape place. Someplace “less bad” but which is not invulnerable to the assaults of the Domincan gangsters. This depiction of the U.S. is relatively new and refreshing – a loss for the Utopian hopefuls (first placed under attack by the likes of Fitzgerald, Barthes, and West) but a valid and honest gain for the literary canon. The annotations are both brilliant and hilarious; the story is engaging, fast-pace, and vastly encompassing. Perhaps the most interesting and appreciated nuance of this novel, for me, is that the title character, Oscar Wao, is borderline minor in the grand scheme of the story. He is not even likeable, only a bit pitiable. The true story is about the people of the Domincan Republic, about diaspora (which Diaz apostrophes as a character, “Diaspora” to demonstrate the sad importance of the phenomena, especially for the people of the ever-dominated Latin islands). The main character is the “fuku” – an idea. A curse. And there is no happy ending, really – just a hope for one, without expectation. I couldn’t put this book down, and I’m eager to find his short story collection, “Drown.” Impressive, masterful, and truly important. On par with Eugenides as far as contemporary weight and influence on a very old art.

Review: Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven by Sherman Alexie

I am fascinated with Native American/Indian literature and cultural history. In this collection of short stories, Alexie does a wonderful job of expressing the pain of the Native past, and the hopelessness of its future, in an unique way. I did find it difficult to stay interested, though, in that the stories were simultaneously connected and disjointed. Most of the characters were present throughout the collection, and each of the stories had something different to tell about life and experiences on the reservation, in the bars, in the HUD home shambles and, perhaps most importantly, on the basketball court. Still, the inability to tell a straight and direct story is perhaps the real dilemma which Alexie is attempting to express. All the characters’ stories are exaggerated – created for the illusions of comfort, power, home, and even health. We find similar methods in the old Irish folk tales and even early American Folklore (i.e. Paul Bunyan, Pecos Bill, etc.); however, there is something more honest about the Native tales – the magical realism isn’t intended to be believable, yet still manages to be so, somehow. Perhaps because, though the stories themselves are doubtful, the words and thoughts (the spoken and unspoken) express so much – and the heartache, the disaster that was Native American eradication and displacement, cannot possibly be told within the confines of typical “white man” narration. I’m interested to read more Alexie, after this collection. Though it wasn’t my favorite read, it was surely worth the time.