How does it get to be September again? There’s a day-job, a day-husband and a day-struggle to maintain something like balance, all while sneaking in a few good books on the side. But so many book-centric little events have been demanding my attention that I realized it was high time for an update
Here’s a random collection of some of them:
* War of the Words: John Grisham and Philip Pullman duking it out the merits of high-tone vs. low-brow literature? Can we all come to agreement that the books we love, that sit snugly next to each other on the bookshelf aren’t high or low but that elusive thing, Good Reading? Guys, quit navel-gazing and get back to writing.
* Suspending My Disbelief: ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ — I don’t want to know how hard it was to film, I don’t want to admire Spike Jonze for bringing a hip auteur sensibility to a children’s classic. I just want to sit in a dark theater, crane my neck up at a gigantic screen and pretend I’m 9 again. Maybe 7. And wearing a furry suit and a crown. The visuals look fantastic — so don’t make me be an adult and admire the craftsmanship behind them. Some experiences may be able to withstand such scrutiny but some — like oh, Maurice Sendak’s king of a book — deserve the right not to be dissected but simply reveled in.
* Late to the Party: I had watched the pilot episode of HBO’s ‘True Blood’ and remember thinking, “I can do weird, but this just isn’t working.” Having lived in the South, I can appreciate a little gothic kinkiness but the show was trying soooo hard. Two seasons later, staying with friends, I sat through an episode of Season 3 and realized the humor and kink had tempered, there was a little there there. So I decided to go back to the source, Charlaine Harris’ series. Book one, ‘Dead Until Dark,’ turned out to be a surprisingly fun, sexy read. Before you know it, I was completely absorbed in the lives of Sookie the telepath and the residents and supernatural creatures of Bon Temps and Shreveport, Louisiana. Series creator Alan Ball (‘Six Feet Under’) may be just working into the groovy that Harris has established.
What really makes the books work is the fallibility of … everyone. Few people are evil incarnate. In fact most characters slip back and forth over the line of good and bad with all-too-human tendencies, even if their humanity is a previous existence. I’m thrilled for Harris who’s enjoying a literary breakout moment last seen by the likes of J.K. Rowling. She may not be at quite that pinnacle but to see a woman author have such a crossover success — featuring a smart snappy female character — is all the more reason to celebrate.