1996 Called. It Wants Its Reading List Back

1996 Called. It Wants Its Reading List Back

Awhile ago, I joined Goodreads, a social networking site built around books.  I really liked the idea of Goodreads but left because I don’t have time to manage a Myspace, Facebook, and Goodreads account.  There’s probably a way to combine them, but I’d rather eliminate, simplify, and spend more time writing.

But when I was using my Goodreads account, I wrote a few brief reviews.  I kept them under 500 words.  I should also mention that most of the books I read are either classics or vaguely contemporary.  For example, I just finished The English Patient, which would have been a great topic of conversation–in 1996.  Along with the upcoming Titanic movie, Michael Jordan’s 70th win with the Bulls, and the O.J. Simpson civil trial.

In that vein, here’s a brief review of Snow Falling on Cedars, published in 1994.

Snow Falling on Cedars has an interesting premise: a Japanese-American man is charged with murder after the suspicious death of a fellow fisherman. The story takes place in the 1950s and explores the ideas of place and community along with the aftereffects of the war and internment camps.

The novel is smartly framed as a trial with a basetime of about a week. The trial sections are exciting and there are a few unexpected (but logical) plot twists. Between courtroom testimony, there are long stretches of flashbacks mostly describing characters’ backstories, aftereffects of the war, and descriptions of life on the island. Due to the tension between the fast-paced courtroom drama and the slow-paced (but gorgeously rendered) flashbacks, this novel sometimes becomes an exercise in patience. Which is not necessarily a bad thing, but one needs to be in the right mood.

I appreciated the complex treatment of racial issues throughout the book, which is sympathetic and fair.

Guterson did a lot of research (about the Pacific Northwest, commercial fishing, Japanese culture, WWII, farming) and he’s not afraid to flaunt it.  The research, though, solidifies the setting and atmosphere. In addition, he has a talent for the perfectly-placed subtle detail, from the radiators inside the courtroom to Ishmael Chambers’ DeSoto to the mannerisms of the accused fisherman on trial. Finally, he makes good use of the titular snow to enhance important landmarks in the trial.

Snow Falling on Cedars deserved to win the Pen/Faulkner. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Even though I had work the next day, I stayed up until 2 AM to finish the last few chapters and was very glad I did.

Skynet Knows My Face

Skynet Knows My Face

robotdrawing_original_scan.jpg picture by robert9949

This is a portrait of me drawn by a robot at the Carnegie Science Center, circa 2003.

The robot was basically a large glass cube with a robot hand and a marker. A creepy-looking camera took my picture and a creepy-looking robot arm twitched and jerked until this picture appeared.

At the time, it seems like this particular robot was embracing the neo-impressionist style that led Seurat to pointillism.  It’s been a few years, but I can’t help but wonder how the robot has enriched its portraiture repertoire since.  Perhaps expressionism as a response to its binary anguish over the recession?  Perhaps drawing subjects in cowboy hats or dune buggies?  Who knows?  Shine on, you crazy diamond.

“The radio is playing all the usual/and what’s a ‘wonderwall,’ anyway?”

“The radio is playing all the usual/and what’s a ‘wonderwall,’ anyway?”

Microsoft Word’s spellcheck feature rejected the following words from my novel:

Yune

Manylegged
Sheeple

Day-glo
Meyran
Semple
Rowhouse
Laga (as in the now-defunct Club Laga)
Kordell (as in Stewart)

Medevac
Crackhouse
Torchiere
Handbasket
Ikea
PSone

Neobrutalist
Truncheoned
Eat’N’Park

Hammertime
Goddamnit

Yuengling
Bloodthirst
Ruff McGruff
Yuengling
Das Hund
Ich bin ein Berliner!

Paperdust

Wonderwall
Asianness
Jong (as in Kim Jong Il)
Han’gul
Chuseok
Luminaria

Hammerlike
Frizzen
Firesign (as in Firesign Theatre)
Crips
Weininger (as in Otto Weininger)

Eff (as in “eff off!”)
Fundies

Pigfaced
Palamedes
Oompa-Loompa
Yinzer

Reflections on the 2009 Season

Reflections on the 2009 Season

1. Onside Kicks

There were many Tomlin sightings at Fanattics, a bar in Squirrel Hill I used to live near, but I never saw him there.  Fanattics is about the size of a minivan and the pool table makes it even smaller.  I rarely went there anyway.

I work at Chatham University, which is a five-minute walk from Mike Tomlin’s house.  Occasionally, on my walk to work, I’ll see him raking the leaves, taking out the garbage, or on a lawn chair in the front yard, sunning himself.  Very rarely, he’ll lean against the bars of his house’s wrought-iron fence and solicit football-related advice from passersby.  On one such occasion, I told him, “You know those weird trick plays that worked really well the last time we won the Super Bowl?  Well, do more of those.  Especially the unnecessary onside kicks.  Even if they don’t work, keep doing them.”  This was meant as a joke.  I would like to apologize to the entire Steelers Nation: I had no idea he’d actually follow my advice.

To his credit, Tomlin did not follow the other advice I gave him.  This would have been mid-season, when Polamalu was injured and we were in the midst of an epic losing streak.  “Don’t get me wrong, I like Tyrone Carter.  But you know, the defense just plays better when Polamalu is in,” I told him.

“He can only run in a straight line,” Tomlin said, shaking his head.

“Polamalu might actually be scarier if he’s running straight at you.  If just his presence energizes the defense that much, maybe that’s all you need.  Keeping him out there scares people.  He’d be like a scarecrow.  Should work against the Ravens.  Ha!”

“Ha!” Tomlin said.  “I have to go now.  Jersey Shore is on.”  I wished him luck with the losing streak situation.

2. Mike Wallace

I’ve been impressed all season by Mike Wallace’s speed.  Also, if there’s a team award for most ridiculous haircut, he might win it this year with that faux-hawk.  Also, he gives his postgame interviews wearing a backpack.  What’s up with that?

3. Unleash Hell

We may not have “unleashed hell” against the Ravens the first time, but everyone stepped up and we held our own against the Ravens’ murderous defense.  We matched Flacco score-for-score with our third-string quarterback.  Tomlin may not have unleashed all nine circles of hell, but I’ll give him the first.  He could have been more specific: “We’ll unleash hell here in December.  By which, I mean the first circle, teol, the limbo where reside the virtuous and unbaptized pagans.”  That qualification would have bought him a lot with his critics, not to mention the legions of medievalists who are also Steelers fans.