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By Markus on Friday, February 6, 1998 - 01:16 pm: |
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By Christopher on Friday, February 6, 1998 - 02:27 pm: |
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By Markus on Friday, February 6, 1998 - 07:13 pm: |
Not that I have anything against Dole; I knew him on the Hill, and the real Bob Dole was the one who came out the day after the election. He and I disagreed on policy, but he's an honorable man. But again, the purpose here is not to debate politics (or I'm outta here). Even if Helprin clones his political views from the Senator (which he doesn't), it has no bearing for me, as it doesn't affect his writing either way. I read, admire, and learn from many writers who keep seperate their art and their opinions about public policy. I urge anyone who wants a great read, to be reinvigorated by the possibilities of language, or to possibly become a little wiser to consider the above volumes. My personal library runs to the thousands of volumes, and I often get the question which forms the header for this topic. I always considered it somewhat nonsensical and unanswerable until recently. Cheers |
By Christopher on Saturday, February 7, 1998 - 02:12 pm: |
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By Markus on Monday, February 9, 1998 - 12:24 am: |
"His skull felt like it had been bolted to his spine by a Visigoth mechanic"? And I probably would have just said, "He had a killer headache". Yeah, the man does inspire one to pay a little more attention to one's language, especially written, even if it's as mundane as an email. Any other literate suggestions from an obviously erudite scholar such as yourself, Christopher? I'm always looking for great writing. |
By Christopher on Monday, February 9, 1998 - 02:13 pm: |
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By Markus on Tuesday, February 10, 1998 - 04:11 pm: |
And while he is completely different, I always mentally link Christopher Buckley in my mind with Baker as I started reading both in the same library at about the same time in my life. Buckley's "Thank You For Smoking" is a light scathingly satirical look at lobbists, among other things. But I may find this hilarious because I live near DC and am a recovering policy wonk; also, you had said your tastes run toward the bleaker side. |
By Christopher on Tuesday, February 10, 1998 - 05:08 pm: |
Your timing is impeccable. I've just finished reading Will Self's "My Idea of Fun", which is one of the most hilariously evil books to have crossed my path in some time. Certainly not everyones cup of tea, and curiously british in a deadpan satirical style, but very much worth the time. Self is a writer who is worth keeping an eye on. I'm expecting great things over the next decade. I'll let you know what I think of "Vox", and thanks for the recommendation (!) |
By Markus on Tuesday, February 10, 1998 - 06:16 pm: |
But if you're looking for the bleaker side of things, Sebastian Faulkes' Birdsong is that and then some. It's deeply flawed, as he tries to mesh three completely different stories. I spoke with him once and he implicitly acknowledged this. The slight framing story line takes place in the present and can easily be ignored. The secondary theme is a love story that, while having it's moments, really is quite average. However, the main story is where Faulkes really commits some literature. It follows the protagonist, a British lieutenant, and others through the trenches and tunnels of WWI in France. He takes you right there. Again, my personal circumstances possibly contributed to my intense reaction: I read the book while being shelled in Sarajevo during the war, an ideal atmosphere indeed for the tome. The Bosnian war was essentially WWI fought with WWII weapons, and there was despair and futility aplenty in the senseless slaughter taking place about one; surprisingly quickly it became normal and "everyday", since it was every day. Had to smile at your two shelves of gift books. For some reason, very few people (other than my mom) seem to give me either books or ties. Either they know I'm very picky about both, or are just intimidated by my current library. |
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"There was no mistaking his truant stride. He had the air of one of those schoolboys whose eyes bounce back and forth in rhapsodic perjury as he tries to pretend that he has walked into a woman's steambath because he neglected to read the sign." Nice. |