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What I've Finished Reading

In the end I gave up on the idea that The Power Broker was too large to take to bed or to the local coffee shop, even though it really, really is, and just let it bulldoze straight through all the hours of my life until it was over. The day after I finished it, I was on the porch of said coffee shop, trying to describe the desolation of the Cross-Bronx Expressway to someone who hadn't read it, when a guy from the other side of the porch leaned over and said, "Are you talking about The Power Broker??" And just like that, we were all talking about The Power Broker.

The subtitle of The Power Broker is "Robert Moses and the Fall of New York," and that's because the premise of the book is that while New York City in the twentieth century could theoretically have been ruined by a lot of things, it was actually ruined mainly by one guy, his unchecked power over all things concrete, and his insatiable love of gigantic freeways and bridges. And the New York Times being a magnifying mirror for the characteristic errors of every age, but that probably goes without saying. I don't have the background to know if this is an accurate analysis, but it's definitely a vivid one. If you like deep dives into city infrastructure and its discontents, or dazzlingly lucid descriptions of arcane political manuvering, you might like this book! Side effects may include nightmares about living by firelight in half-demolished buildings in the shadow of an unfinished freeway, and/or never again being able to shut up about Robert Moses for generations to come.

I also finally made good on my promise to read one of Kevin Kwan's rich-people books, which I've been making to myself ever since Crazy Rich Asians made a splash . . . what, ten years ago now? The one that turned up in the Little Free Library is Sex and Vanity, and it's a lot sweeter than I expected. It's also a meticulous homage to or hand-tinted xeroxed photocopy of A Room With A View. Some of the plot-driving mores fit a little awkwardly into the contemporary setting, but I know so little about Haute New York poshos, and Kwan serves them up with such breezy assurance, that I was willing to go with it 80-90% of the time.

And I spent a long time wishing to love but not really feeling His Dark Materials, which I bought in a big three-in-one paperback years ago. Why I didn't actually love it, it's hard to say. It's chock full of Cool Stuff that I wasn't super into. The only point at which I got emotionally involved was briefly when Will and Lyra met, and later when the worldbuilding contrived itself to force Will and Lyra to live in separate worlds. This is probably my own fault for not being ten.

What I'm Reading Now

It's Franzen O'Clock! Time to give the fiction of Jonathan Franzen another shot with The Corrections. The prose is admirably deep and specific but I don't care for it. Reading it feels like someone is gently forcing my head into a large fish tank, only instead of water, the fish and my head are swimming in Mid-American Malaise. But maybe, eventually, in a good way? Who knows; I'm just getting started.

I'm also reading A Deepness in the Sky by Vernor Vinge. My impression of Vinge based on one and a half books is that his plots don't thrill me but his aliens are the best. A year after reading it, I couldn't tell you with any certainty what happened in A Fire Upon the Deep, but I doubt a day has gone by since that I haven't thought of its pack-intelligent space dogs or its tragic cyborg kelp. A Deepness in the Sky alternates between the representatives of a couple of antagonistic human cultures investigating a very weird star system and trying to manipulate one another, who are all right I guess, and the star system's inhabitants, a civilization of hibernating spiders trying to reckon with the effects of industrialization on traditional culture, whom I will love to my dying day.

What I Plan to Read Next

I just bought a short-story collection called Shit Cassandra Saw, which looks promising! But I might not get to it for a while.
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It's always a bad sign for the life of a blog (or whatever this is) when the increasingly infrequent entries all begin with some version of "I didn't die!" Nevertheless, I am still alive and not intentionally winding this thing down, though I guess it depends on what you mean by "intentionally." If you believe that intention is the flower and not the root of action, then I guess I am. But that's not what my conscious mind thinks it wants.

What I Think I Want

I made exactly one New Year's resolution for 2022, and it's "actually read The History of the Peloponnesian War." This allegedly rewarding ancient analysis of a grinding series of Greek conflicts has been on my "currently reading" list since April 2019, and what happens is I read a paragraph, think I've understood it, read three more paragraphs, and realize I have no idea who these people are or what they're doing. This is because it's a densely-written book about a lot of similarly-named people and groups that requires more attention than I'm used to giving to a book. In that sense, it's a little like my old friend Gravity's Rainbow. Unlike Gravity's Rainbow, reading it aloud doesn't help at all and probably makes the problem worse. However, I'm taking notes and it seems to be helping, though the going is slow. Also unlike Gravity's Rainbow, Thucydides clearly isn't trying to provoke the reading brain into producing a hallucinatory nightmare experience; he just has a very specific rhetorical style where all the clauses are made to do complicated Regency-style dances with one another, which he probably genuinely believes is the most compact way of describing the morass. As with Gravity's Rainbow, I had to start over from the beginning. I am now two crises into the pre-war period, three if you count T.'s introduction about how ancient wars were probably pretty weak tea compared to this one.

One Book I Read Recently

I was thrilled to find a gem from my childhood, This Place Has No Atmosphere, at John K. King Books in Detroit. I read this book only once, in the vague stew of time between about 7-10, but little pieces of it have stuck in my head for decades. This is a Paula Danziger book about a normal teen who reluctantly moves to the new moon colony with her parents in 2057, misses her old crew, puts on a community theater production of Our Town, and develops valuable inner resources. If you love retro futurism from the golden age of the shopping mall, there is a lot to love here, and the small moon school is both cozy and convincing. About the only thing that didn't work for me as an adult is the character of the lunar poet in residence, whose bad poetry was probably hilarious to me in elementary school. But as an adult I just wonder what happened to all the other poets.


Two Books I'm Reading Now

Joy Williams is a magnificent weirdo and I can't decide if her weird-ass dialogue (most recently in Harrow, which I've just started) is crookedly resonant or bullshit. There is always the chance that it's both. Everyone in Joy Williamsworld talks like an AI fed exclusively on 1980s litfic. She also has a tendency to just lean eight or nine scraps of grotesque Floridian detritus and deliberately mis-explained fragments from Harper's Findings together in a junkyard pyramid and call it a chapter. For some reason, this works. I blame the junkyard zeitgeist, and talent. Harrow so far is about a young girl whose mother thinks she has a destiny, so she's been sent to a kind of monastery for teens amid a series of cascading environmental disasters. Whether it's supposed to be the present or the future isn't totally clear, but the crowded cross-country train suggests it's not quite now.

I am also deep in The Power Broker by Robert A. Caro, which is the probably mostly true story of a guy who really really wanted to build things without anyone telling him how things should be built. So far he has succeeded through a fantastic combination of bullying and sneakiness.

One Thing I Plan to Read Next

Along with This Place Has No Atmosphere, I found a new-to-me YA book from 1987 - Credit Card Carol, addressing the difficult but important subject of shopaholism. I'm looking forward to it, not least because it's very short.

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