6: Haters

HatersHaters by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

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An actual remainder table book. I picked it up because I remember her from the Evil Empire’s writing class back in the day (she was alisavr). I’m not sure why exactly I remember her (and her username!) when most of those people have vanished from my memory; she wasn’t involved in the foofaraw (aside: that isn’t spelled at all like I guessed it was). I think she was a just a presence in the chats.  And well, there was that resignation letter. I think that stuck in my mind. Anyhoo.

Since 2003, Valdes (since she published this she’s dropped the Rodriguez) has published seven novels, with an eighth forthcoming next year. Haters, published in 2006, was her fourth.

Haters is a young adult novel. Valdes’s  writing is fine, if a little heavy on the brand-name dropping, and there are lots of good elements here, but the story didn’t completely come together for me.

The core plot is your standard fish-out-of-water scenario: the story opens with 16-year-old Paski and her dad moving from New Mexico to California for his work. Paski’s main interest is bike riding (refreshingly uncliched).

One of the problems I had was with where the story started. There were a few chapters at the beginning with Paski in New Mexico before the move. I guess this was meant to show her “before” life, but there was a lot of detail about her grandma and her bffs and the boy she liked—enough that I kept waiting for this info to come back into play later in the story, but it mostly didn’t. So basically the opening felt like a warm-up to the story and I think a good editor would have lopped it off, said ‘your story starts here’ (on the road, arriving at the new home), and anything from the opening that was essential could be added in flashbacks.

The “omg my dad is so embarrassing” routine that was a constant thread throughout the book felt strained/forced. A little of this is fine—of course, all teenagers find their parents embarrassing—but there are degrees of embarrassing and Paski’s dad is not a schlumpy dork who wears polyester floods and a pocket protector and hasn’t updated his music collection in twenty years. He’s a comic book artist whose series has been optioned for a movie—hence the move to LA. He’s also 38 years old. And again, I realize 38 seems ‘old’ to a 16-year-old, but there’s kinda-sorta-old and there’s old-old, and yes! teenagers can tell the difference. My parents were a year or two older than that when I was that age and I distinctly remember friends commenting on my ‘young’ parents. And they weren’t the originators of a popular comic book series. I feel like it would have worked better to roll with her dad being geeky-cool (which he clearly is) rather than handling it like he’s an accountant or something.

My overall impression was that Valdes was trying to cram too many tropes into one story. It’s a mean girls story (the ‘haters’ of the title) and it’s also a paranormal. Oh, didn’t I mention? Yes, Paski’s psychic. She has premonitions. Was this necessary? Or was it just done to capitalize on the fact that everything’s paranormal these days? So, there’s a psychic sub-plot with the next-door neighbors, as well as the requisite one at school. There’s also the conflict with her dad over moving (and him being soooo embarrassing). There’s also a motocross racing plot. And, of course, the hottest boy in school who just happens to be dating the meanest girl in school plot. Because no one ever falls in lust with the second-hottest boy in school. 🙄

5: Ayiti

AyitiAyiti by Roxane Gay

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

maybe even 4.5?

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I ordered this one from Amazon:

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I’ve been a Roxane (with one N!) Gay fan ever since I discovered her. She goes to see All the Movies and writes the most amazing posts about them. Ayiti is her first book.

“Ayiti” is the pronunciation of Haiti in Haitian Creole. So these are stories of and about Haiti, Haitians, and the Haitian diaspora. Roxane’s parents immigrated from Haiti (to the US) and they still spend part of their time there.

Ayiti is a collection of short fiction and nonfiction. Some of the stories are flash length, some longer. At just over 100 pages, it isn’t a long book, but it is a powerful one. Her writing style is at once matter-of-fact and layered with sensory detail. It has a deceptively simple look, I think. There’s so much buried in it once you start digging.

My mother always told me: back away slowly from crazy people; they are everywhere.

“Voodoo Child” (21)

Ha!

The story I thought was the standout of the collection was “Things I Know About Fairy Tales,” about a woman who is kidnapped for ransom. I think this was the favorite of a lot of readers and is the one she’s expanding into a novel. Rather than telling you how strong this story is, I will show you:

What you cannot possibly know about kidnapping until it happens to you is the sheer boredom of being kept mostly alone, in a small, stifling room. You start to welcome the occasional interruption that comes with a meal or a bottle of water or a drunken captor climbing atop you to transact some pleasure against your will. You hate yourself for it, but you crave the stranger’s unwanted touch because the fight left in you is a reminder that you haven’t been broken. You haven’t been broken.

“Things I Know About Fairy Tales” (38)

I could keep picking out bits that I liked, but let’s just say: it’s all good. This is an intense book. Perhaps it’s good that it’s short because you can only hold your breath for so long.

For accompanying musical atmosphere, check out Roxane’s Book Notes at Largehearted Boy.

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P.S. In “All Things Being Relative” she compares Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with Haiti. Which reminded me, one of the reasons I first noticed her, even before I’d read much of her writing, was that she went to Michigan Tech. Back whenever that was, she was still a doctoral student there. Michigan Tech is my dad’s alma mater. When I was a kid, he’d get these alumni  mailouts, advertising their youth summer programs. One of them was a writing camp. Oh, how I wanted to go to that. I was always way too chicken to ask, though I honestly don’t know what answer I was more afraid of: yes or no. Both, maybe. Anyway, whenever she mentions the Upper Peninsula, it always reminds me that if different roads had been taken, that’s where I might have ended up.

Project 366 – Week 18

120/366
a spring ritual
put away the flannel sheets
time for crisp cotton

121/366
if I smash my toe
many more times I think it’s
going to fall off

122/366
picking and choosing
weighing the merits of this,
that, and the other

123/366
an editor’s wish
finding a gem in the slush
it happens sometimes

124/366
why is it so cold?
it’s because I put the summer
sheets on the bed, right?

125/366
you are already
further than most who want to
write will ever be

126/366
first, the nursery
for plants, then fingers in dirt
planting and scrubbing

Orange Brownies

Orange Brownies

I’ve been playing with this recipe. It started as a basic brownie recipe, but I had this idea of using orange flavoring instead of vanilla, because orange + chocolate = yum, and I’ve kind of been obsessed with citrus zest lately. (Blame the Microplane.) Also, the recipe was a bit on the cakey side, so I decided to work on that, too.

1 cup unbleached flour
1/3 cup cocoa
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup sugar
3 tbsp orange zest (~zest of 1 orange)
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 egg, beaten
3 tbsp orange juice (~juice of 1 orange)
3 tbsp water
1 tsp orange (or lemon) extract
2 squares semi-sweet chocolate, melted

In a medium size bowl, stir together flour, cocoa, salt, sugar, and orange zest.

One ingredient at a time, add in melted butter, egg, orange juice, water, orange extract, and melted chocolate. Mix until thoroughly combined.

Pour in to 9×9 pan. Bake for 20 minutes at 325F.

Project 366 – Week 17

113/366
a mid-grading lull
exams done, papers await
for a moment: pause.

114/366
runniversary!
10 years ago, a decade
I started to run

115/366
o. m. g. I just
want to be done already
so very boring

116/366
framing in the rain
fresh-cut lumber permeates
the damp nostalgia

117/366
they enter at back
“you’re not used to this?” he says
“you’re a bad-ass now.”

118/366
just one snafu and
you feel like an idiot
even though you’re not

119/366
walking down this street
so much has changed in 10 years
petals fall from trees

Project 366 – Week 16

106/366
my superpower
I am stronger than I look
just test me. you’ll see.

107/366
when I read the card
enclosed with Phoebe’s ashes
my tears flowed again

108/366
“it’s been too long,” we
say and it has. let’s not let
that happen again.

109/366
light slants from the west
across blackened sky, clouds sink
down the mountainside

110/366
sign: “we will close at
4 until further notice”
time: 4:02. argh.

111/366
off to a good start
satisfaction: reaching goal
before end of day

112/366
strawberry french toast
random delicious breakfast
to start grading day

Happy Runniversary to Me!

I had to interrupt my grading for this Very Special Post.

Today is my 10-year running anniversary. On April 23, 2002, I decided to start running. My first run according to my log: R1W1x5 (1 minute run, 1 minute walk, 5 times). Yes! A whole five minutes of running.

It wasn’t the first time I’d made that decision/resolution. There were several aborted attempts to start running post-cross-country-running-in-PE days. But this time, for whatever reason, it stuck. 10 years and 5 half-marathons (!!!!!) later, I’m still at it. So, yay me 🙂

And yes, I had to pause the grading for a few minutes and go for a short run to commemorate the day. It’s symbolic!

ok, back to grading.

4: High Fidelity

High FidelityHigh Fidelity by Nick Hornby

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

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I bought this at The Book Warehouse, when I thought it was going out of business. (But then it got saved!) Book Warehouse is mainly an overstock/remainder store. This was in the remainder bins at the front, and it had kind of a cool re-issue cover. I’d never read it, and I thought, hey, I really should read that, having seen the movie umpteen times.

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I took it with me to Calgary and read it on the plane / while waiting at the airport.

And… well, it was pretty good. I gave it a solid 3 stars at Goodreads. But it felt a little, I don’t know, been there, done that? Top 5 lists! Obsessions with pop culture minutiae. Mixtapes! That’s the internet! (Well, playlists now. Not quite the investment of love a mixtape was, but still.)

I know, I know, the book came first. It was published in 1995. But I didn’t read it first. So even though I knew the book was the trendsetter, not the imitator, it was hard to shake that tired feeling. And yes, I know I’m being unreasonable.

Also, I couldn’t not picture Rob as John Cusack, and Barry as Jack Black. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

And then there’s The Weird Thing. In the book, Rob is Rob Fleming. In the movie, Rob is Rob Gordon. Why? Why would the movie producers change his name from one ubiquitous Irish/Scottish name to another? Specifically, why would they change it from Fleming to Gordon? Bizarre. If anyone knows the answer to this, I really want to know. I found this NYT review from 2000 and all it says is:

IN the transition from novel to film, Rob, the hero of ”High Fidelity” — Nick Hornby’s 1995 novel, Stephen Frears’s new film — undergoes some minor transformations: he ceases being British and becomes American, relocates from London to Chicago and sees his last name change from Fleming to Gordon. The first two changes were no doubt to accommodate the casting of the Chicago native John Cusack; the last you can speculate about on your own.

Yes, please. Speculate away.

In any case, in a movie vs. book death match, book wins because obviously!

So anyway, the book starts with Rob depressed because his girlfriend Laura has dumped him (she’s been hooking up with their former upstairs neighbor Ian aka Ray) and that I could roll with, but…

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“The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered”

I’ve been catching up on my neglected feeds and such, and yesterday I ran across this:

The one bit of verse that charmed me, when read on the iPad, was Clive James’s brilliant and witty “The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered.” This poem forces you to wonder: What will remainders look like in our digital future? Where’s the 99-cents bin going to be?

Dwight Garner

Wait. There’s a remainder table poem? Naturally, I had to seek it out. I found a copy here, at The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor (he of my favorite writer’s quote ever: “Nothing bad ever happens to a writer; everything is material”).

Here’s the first stanza. Click through to read the rest or listen to Keillor read it.

The book of my enemy has been remaindered
And I am pleased.
In vast quantities it has been remaindered.
Like a van-load of counterfeit that has been seized
And sits in piles in a police warehouse,
My enemy’s much-praised effort sits in piles
In the kind of bookshop where remaindering occurs.
Great, square stacks of rejected books and, between them, aisles
One passes down reflecting on life’s vanities,
Pausing to remember all those thoughtful reviews
Lavished to no avail upon one’s enemy’s book—
For behold, here is that book
Among these ranks and the banks of duds,
These ponderous and seemingly irreducible cairns
Of complete stiffs.

Maybe this should be The Remainder Table’s mascot poem 😉