GoodReads: Ender in Exile

Ender in Exile
Ender in Exile by Orson Scott Card

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Surprisingly solid. I had pretty low expectations going into this, because I wasn’t a huge fan of the revisionist history return to the Ender’s Game timeline, but I just read it from cover to cover, or, since I’ve been doing a lot of reading on kindle for my iPhone, I tapped the right side of the screen until the book was done. There’s just something I like about post-war Ender, and this covers a really critical part of that story. So: good! Read!

(In an effort to post more often, I’ve decided to automatically repost my reviews from goodreads here. At the moment there aren’t a lot of reviews there, since all I’ve really done is rate books and mark that I’ve read them, but if this works out, you may eventually want to pick me up there, as well.)

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Ian Fleming’s James Bond

I was looking for something light earlier this year. Something definitely for adults, and something with the potential to keep me occupied for a while, probably a series, and something I’d never read, but it had to be light. I wasn’t about to throw in Proust with Ulysses and the Autobiography of Mark Twain. I don’t remember exactly what made me think the James Bond books would be a good plan, but when I went to check them out, and discovered that they had been written by multiple authors over the years, I was a little dismayed. I decided I only wanted to read the real James Bond, the original, who had formed before the movies and was a creation all his own. So I decided that I would only read the books by Ian Fleming, or at the very least, I would consider the end of those books the end of the project. That meant, in order:

  1. Casino Royale
  2. Live and Let Die
  3. Moonraker
  4. Diamonds are Forever
  5. From Russia, With Love
  6. Dr. No
  7. Goldfinger
  8. For Your Eyes Only
  9. Thunderball
  10. The Spy Who Loved Me
  11. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service
  12. You Only Live Twice
  13. The Man with the Golden Gun
  14. Octopussy and the Living Daylights

 

I think that I was excited to start these because Casino Royale was the last bond movie I actually saw in the theater, and I knew I’d be starting there. And Casino Royale is an interesting story, and has a lot of action and drama, but I was totally unprepared for the level of terrible writing I was about to encounter. For what it’s worth, this was the first novel, and Fleming’s writing gets better as the series goes on, but in Royale it’s just a train wreck.

It also set a trend for the first few books: it’s a little unsettling to have to hear James Bond’s thoughts. You’re spared this in the movies, and I think helps make Bond a cool, charismatic character. You don’t have to come to terms with the fact that he’s a racist, a misogynist, obsessed with clothing and restaurants, and frankly, a bit of a bungler. He isn’t a master spy, his cover is perpetually blown. And he isn’t a master planner, he just gets lucky a lot. The only thing he’s really and consistently good at is gambling, but of course even there he prevails by luck. He’s simply a lucky man who brute forces his way through everything.

He’s also a very transparent author insertion fantasy for Ian Fleming, who was an unimportant dabbler in intelligence and an inveterate womanizer. When he talks about how all women want to be raped (it comes up a lot), it just feels like Fleming talking. So do the outmoded 1950’s racial ideas.

 

There are high points to the series — Thunderball and From Russia, With Love are pretty ok — and low points. Live and Let Die is dreadful. Two of the titles above (For Your Eyes Only, Octopussy and the Living Daylights) are short story collections, and they have a different tone than the novels. One, The Spy Who Loved Me, is told from the perspective of a Bond girl, and bond is only in the climactic middle chapters.

There are also some things that you know if you’re reading them now that you might not have known then, and they take away the suspense. Ultimately, no woman in any of the books is important, and I found myself constantly hoping that Bond would just ignore them and we could get on with it. Also, because Bond can’t die, a lot of the scenes that put him in personal danger are ineffective.

So 14 books in, and what do I think? I prefer movie Bond. He’s just a better secret agent. He’s cooler, he’s more likeable, and he’s less of a blunderer. Maybe Ian Fleming wanted a more flawed character, but once you have 14 books about someone, they are going to become a hero and you’re going to want to see them do well, go about their business competently. Because it isn’t as if Bond fails to stop the villain in Dr. No and we know that he can lose. Even when Bloefeld survives two novels and lives to have a final confrontation with Bond in the third, his plots have been foiled all along. So if Bond wins every time, and everyone he runs across knows his reputation as a crack agent, then showing him as a bungler is just unsatisfying.

 

In the end I’d recommend them if you’re looking for what I was looking for: light, fast-paced books you can get through in a night or two. They don’t have much literary merit, and they’re uneven in quality, but they’re good enough to read on the can.

Quick Hits from Literary History – The Sea Wolf

The Sea Wolf, by Jack London, was an attempt to get back to fiction after my miserable sojourn in formulaic non-fiction. I was talking to one of my reading friends about Moby Dick, and how I prefer the first 45 chapters, which is mostly before the story gets going, and he recommended The Sea Wolf. But really for me it was the same story again, I liked the first half a lot, and the second half a good deal less. I thought it would make good review fodder, until I saw that wikipedia already contains the best and most accurate review of the book, attributed to Ambrose Bierce:

The great thing—and it is among the greatest of things—is that tremendous creation, Wolf Larsen… the hewing out and setting up of such a figure is enough for a man to do in one lifetime… The love element, with its absurd suppressions, and impossible proprieties, is awful.

And there you have it. That is the exact, perfect review of Jack London’s The Sea Wolf.

Quick Hits from Cinema History

I don’t usually watch movies, but I got through four this weekend, and here are the highlights:

 

Cedar Rapids – Is an Ed Helms vehicle about a small time insurance salesman taking his first trip down to the regional insurance convention, which sounds pretty dull, but of course is not. John C Reilly and Anne Heche are both solid, Alia Shawkat is good in a minor role, Tom Lennon is good in such a minor role that it makes you wonder if he did it as a favor, and Stephen Root is good as Helms’s boss, though to me he will always be Jimmy James of Newsradio‘s WNYX. The movie could have been a bummer, because Helms’s story is pretty bleak, but it is played light enough to get over. [This movie Exceeded Expectations]

Charlie’s Angels – Was a terrible movie when it was made and it didn’t age well. I suppose it was meant to be a fun romp, and obviously it was an homage to the TV show, but jesus it was awful. [This movie was Unacceptable]

District B13 – Is a French movie set in a near-future dystopian France (2010 in 2004), and lit the torch of parkour for most of the world. I didn’t expect much beyond some cool freerunning, but there’s actually a movie in there, and though it’s pretty standard action fare and only a little bit preachy about the disenfranchisement of the poor and the newly immigrated, it is entertaining enough, so [This movie Exceeded Expectations]

Law Abiding Citezen – is a revenge thriller starring Jamie Foxx and Gerard Butler. My fingers started to type Depardieu there, which tells you how many of Gerard Butler’s movies I’ve seen. This was sort of interesting, but even as Butler’s character was portrayed as crazier and crazier, I didn’t find my allegiance switching to Foxx’s character. So the movie ended and one of the two men won, but honestly I didn’t care. I was sort of hoping for a double KO by the end. Still, I didn’t have much hope for this picture and it actually wasn’t terrible. In conclusion [This movie was Satisfactory]

Non-fiction school

Since the new year, my reading has been mostly non-fiction. I got several books for christmas, and without any fiction books in my queue to intersperse with them, I’ve been working through them one after the other. What I want to know is this: is there a non-fiction school that these authors are going to? Is it a single class? Is it just the result of one or two popular biographies, or some other popculture zeitgeist? Somehow the authors of modern day nonfiction have hit upon a standard format, and it is an irritating one.

Chapter One – The End

The non-fiction book begins at the logical end of the story. This apes the television trope of beginning an episode at the end, and then showing the entire story in flashback. This is, to be kind, overused in television drama, and makes even less sense in a work of written non-fiction. All non-fiction is inherently in this format to begin with, since we usually know what happens at the climax of the story before we begin. It isn’t necessary to start a book about the sinking of the Titanic disappearing below the surface of the water. We know what happened to the Titanic and we feel the sense of impending doom without this artifice, because it really happened. This is a trope that belongs in the world of fiction.

Exempli fucking gratia: Halsey’s Typhoon, telling the story of the U.S. Third Fleet’s encounter with Typhoon Cobra at the end of World War II, begins with the examination of Admiral Halsey during the subsequent investigation. The rest of the book is told in chronological order, but the authors have decided to set the scene for us by starting here because they want us to reflect, throughout the rest of the story, whether Halsey bears personal responsibility for the ships and men lost in the typhoon.

Chapter Two – Chapter One

It is important to jump back to the beginning of the story here, because this is also how it is done on TV.

Chapter Three – Autobiography

Once the non-fiction writer has begun the narrative of the book, it is essential to shift to a second, related story. This is the self-indulgent metastory of how the author came to write the book. The main story is notable, and this second story is not, but they are treated with equal gravity. Now we have a story that we don’t care about tied to the story we actually wanted to read. It saves the author the trouble of writing a second book patting himself on the back for writing the first book, I guess.

For instance: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks – which is fully half about the author’s difficulty getting access to the family for interviews. The titular story makes up maybe a quarter of the book, which is actually the most interesting quarter, despite the author’s efforts to portray the story of the effects on the Lacks family as the interesting part.

Remaining Chapters – Alternating stories 1 and 2

It’s important not to stay with one story for too long. Non-fiction feels dry to stupid people, but especially to writers and editors who are convinced that their audience is stupid people. It’s as if a story told in usual chronological order of non-fiction will read like a history book, which reminds people of school, which reminds people of failure and shame. But again, I feel like the influence here is also the way stories are presented in movies and television. Cutting from one storyline to another in fiction promotes drama, because we inherently desire a linear narrative where we will learn what comes next, and by subverting that, tension is created. This makes a lot of sense in fiction, but it fails for a lot of reasons in non-fiction writing.

First, the reader of non-fiction probably knows something about the subject. People may occasionally pick up a book on a subject they don’t know anything about, but most of the time the person who buys the book was already interested in the subject to begin with. So the tension this creates in fiction is subverted. It is also usually subverted somewhat by the “beginning at the end” device that I talked about way at the start of this post, depending on what is revealed and how strong the reader’s memory is.

Second, reading is much slower than TV watching. That means that setting up tension in chapter 4 and resolving it in chapter 10 probably means sustaining suspense across hours of reading, and maybe across multiple reading sessions. The author has no control over this timeline. If the payoff is too far from the setup, the tension may have dissipated and the literary device rendered useless.

Finally, this method creates tension in fiction because the audience wants to know what happens next. If the tension fails to materialize for the first reason listed or fails to sustain for the second, then all the author is doing here is making the reader eat his vegetables. There is absolutely no penalty to giving the reader what he wants right away.

Of course, it is entirely possible that the authors of these books aren’t really attempting to manipulate tension, but merely follow the alternating storyline format because that’s how interesting non-fiction is written. This is my greatest worry, and when I suspect it is at work, the aspect of the work I find most dissatisfying.

Multiple Afterwords

An afterword for every printed edition seems to be the norm now, and while these occasionally discuss additional research or information that has come to light in the intervening years, they also tend to be self-indulgent, talking about the way the book has affected the author’s life, thanking the audience for their outpouring of support, and so on. While this is less disgusting than the author inserting his life in the narrative, it is still pathetic.

Some Exceptions

While “Halsey’s Typhoon” follows the alternating stories method above, it is movement from ship to ship within the fleet, without disturbing the chronology, and the story is about a typhoon occurring across hundreds of square miles and affecting dozens of ships simultaneously. This is therefore the best and most natural way of telling the story.

Heavenly Intrigue is also told as two separate stories, mostly intertwined. In this case the story tells the lives of Kepler and Brahe before merging to talk about their interaction, as they were contemporaries. In that sense it is less jarring than in some books, although it does feel like the important parts of the book, the time they were working together, is subordinate to their lives as pure biography, maybe because they worked together only for a short time. This is another book that is guilty of beginning at the end, however.

Spilling the Beans, Clarissa Dickson-Wright’s autobiography, is entirely free of the criticism I leveled against the general category of “non-fiction” above. This might be because it is an autobiography, or it might be because Clarissa Dickson-Wright (of the tv cooking show Two Fat Ladies) is one of the very few people qualified to write their autobiography and simply knows how to present a true story in an interesting way, but whatever the reason, this is by far the best of the non-fiction reading I’ve done this year, and a hearty recommendation of it is the best possible place to end this tirade.