This is a long one. I managed to fly through a couple of books, but this post is unusual in that I spend most of it recommending other, better versions of the topics at hand.
#42 – After Camelot –
J. Randy Taraborrelli
Recommended by: MK
Recommended by: MK
It was
a gray, dreary, and unremarkable Saturday afternoon in Hyannis Port.
I never really cared about Camelot. My parents were of the
Kennedy generation and I never once heard them mention that family, good or
bad. As such, I didn’t have much of an interest in them or their lives. I knew
the basics, I mean, I am American, but I couldn’t have drawn a family tree or
named more than a few of them off the top of my head. So an entire book about
them post-JFK and RFK was not high on my reading list.
Unfortunately, after reading it, I don’t think it should be
high on yours either. My first problem was the author wrote a book about the
Kennedy family pre-1968 and seemed to think that if you read this one, you must
have read that one. I didn’t. Which means the assassination of JFK and the
murder of RFK are just breezed past. It was an terrible editorial misstep that
informed the entire rest of the book because you cannot base an entire family
history on how they overcome grief, how they based their lives on service, and
how they always, always, always were in the shadow of those great men without
actually talking about those great men and how they died! A chapter on each of
them, with their terrible deaths included, would have gone a long way toward
filling the emotional center of the book, which I found sorely missing.
My other problem with the book was the “Oh, woe is them!”
feeling. Yes, many people in the family died of cancer. When your family is as
big as the Kennedy clan, and when cancer is so prevalent, statistically, I
think they were about average. Yes, many of them died in small plane crashes –
which, by the way, they flew in constantly. Again, statistically, when you fly
in a small airplane 10 times more often than average, your death in a plane
crash will increase. It is still sad. It is still terrible. There was no
Kennedy curse. There was only the law of averages.
The central theme of the book seemed to be that everyone was
always grieving, trying to just survive, bonding as a family, and trying to be
of service. There was no dirt. It does not appear that anyone very close to the
family actually sat down to be interviewed for this book, including any
Kennedy. The author pulled all of his punches. He didn’t disclose anything that
wasn’t already public knowledge. It was all very polite, which also,
unfortunately, made it all rather boring.
If you really want to know what being in the Kennedy clan
was like, I highly suggest you read Carole Radziwell’s memoir, What Remains. It is about the death of
her beloved husband and while I normally avoid cancer books, like, well cancer,
this is quite honestly one of the best books, let alone memoirs, I have ever
read. It’s beautiful and fascinating and interesting and really gives you a
sense of what losing a loved one is like. It also gives incredible insight into
the Kennedy family because Carol and her husband were best friends with John F.
Kennedy, Jr. and Caroline Bessette Kennedy. It is dishy, but not in an invasive
way and it presents everyone in real lighting, not in the most flattering
one.
#44 Wifey – Judy
Blume
Recommended by: BD
Recommended by: BD
Sandy sat up in bed and
looked at the clock.
As a child, I read every Judy Blume book I could get my
hands on – and my child has done the same. As a tween, she taught me all sorts
of things. I learned about masturbation in Deenie,
about sex in Forever, and about grief
in Tiger Eyes. In fact, I loved the
last book so much I wore tiger eye jewelry for years. I haven’t let my kid near
those books yet, but when the time comes, I can only hope she learns that sort
of stuff in a compassionate, understanding way – but probably not from Judy.
Look, some books age well. Others don’t. I’m sure Super Fudge is still relevant, but in
this day and age, Wifey reads like a
down market episode of Mad Men. A
frustrated housewife in the early 70s has a few affairs during one summer when
her kids are away at camp as she tries to figure out how she wound in a
loveless marriage with a man who expects the same weekly meals, the same weekly
sex, and values beauty before substance. Yawn. Maybe it was the stilted
language, or maybe it the paper thin characterizations, but this book left me
cold. Every man was made of straw. Every woman was a harpy.
Have you heard of the Bechdel test? Passing it requires two
female characters sharing a scene (in a movie, but I think it is equally
relevant in a book), talking about anything other than a man. The book failed
that test. Miserably. Even worse, I don’t think anyone in the book every talked
to anyone else openly and honestly. It was just so depressing. But worst of
all, it was really dated. This book is not a classic. It is of a very specific
time and place and that place is, unfortunately, the 70s. No one wants to go
back to the 70s, least of all with the writer of Freckle Juice. There are literally dozens of books about this same exact type of life, written by much better authors. I'd start with Jennifer Weiner and work your way outward from there.
#46 – High Fidelity -
Nick Hornby
Recommended by: BD
Recommended by: BD
My
desert island, all-time, top five most memorable split-ups, in chronological
order:
This was a re-read and I liked it exactly the same amount
the second as I did the first time. It’s a very cute, very British book. The
guy is sort of a wanker, the whole vintage record shop (this was set during the
time of vinyl and mix tapes) is all rather twee, and honestly, I couldn’t give
a rat’s ass about him or his girlfriend or their problems. Sure, it was
generally amusing, but if you want to read a book about a wanker who finds a
way to screw up his life through apathy, then read About a Boy by the same author.
Or if you want to read a book with endless musical references, mix
tapes, and lost love, then I recommend Love
is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffeld. Both books are superior to this one.
#47 – Harry Potter
and the Prizoner of Azkaban
Recommended by: BD
Recommended by: BD
Harry Potter was a highly unusual
boy in many ways.
This is the best of the Potter books in terms of smart,
tight storytelling, clear characters, and a great plot. If you haven’t read
Harry Potter yet, well, what on earth is wrong with you? And if you tell me you
have only seen the movies, I will cease being your friend. These aren’t
children’s books. They just happen to be books that children enjoy. Rowling is
a master of setting up far-reaching events. A throwaway line about a vanishing
cabinet in the second book becomes a major plot point in the sixth book. A
casual mention of a sporting event in the third becomes a major set piece for
the fourth. Characters make choices you can believe because they aren’t made in
a vacuum. These books may be about magic, but in the end, Rowling always shows
you how the rabbit got into the hat. My daughter is addicted to them. She has
destroyed all of my first printings. She plays Harry Potter trivia games like
it is her job and if she ever finds out about the Harry Potter theme parks, she
will be out hawking lemonade at every major, minor, and rookie event at the
local high school to earn the money to go. I actively encourage her addition. I
mean hell, it’s better than Twilight,
right? If you haven’t dived into the Harry Potter universe yet, I highly
recommend that you get right on it. If you prefer audio books, the Jim Dale versions
are superb. Hogwarts is waiting!