Thursday, July 26, 2012

Light Years - James Salter


James Salter's prose are like the early waking hours where you are caught between reality and the oscillating waves of your dreams, his writing style is sparse and pared down, a precision and mastery of language.

Reading Light Years was like being a fly on the wall, watching as the spider of fate and destiny spins her web, entrapping the protagonists one after another in her silken threads. As they pursue their lives, their dreams, while they search for their identities, slowly the chords are wrapped tighter and tighter, each one falling into the same trap, the promise of love and the hope of being truly understood.

The story of Viri and Nedra is one of a families growth and dissolution. It is filled with the intimacies of everyday life, the relationship with objects, the sounds of movement, the sacred rites of sharing a meal. It is a novel about relationship, like Anna Karenina only from the perspective of Vronsky, a man who spends his life seeking the counterpart of his soul, whose unhappiness is tangible... "He was self-indulgent, a failure. He had not abandoned failure; it was his address, his street, his one comfort. His life was one of intimacy and betrayal. Of himself he wrote: extravagant, false. He was impractical, moody, a deviate. He suffered and loved like a woman; he remembered the weather and the menu in restaurants, hours that were like a broken necklace in a drawer."

Viri watches Ibsen's The Master Builder and see's himself. The portrait of a failed architect begging his mistress not to leave him makes him sick and yet doesn't call forth change. He leaves the theater and continues his pilgrimage of inefficacy and failure, knowing in his bones that "One of the last great realizations of life is that it will not be what you dreamed."

Nedra is married to a man that can give her everything except what she wants, wealth. Although they live in an upper-class world, where she reigns supreme at dinner parties, the men wanting to be near her, the women wanting to share their intimacies, her marriage has become a prison of which she can only dream of escape.  Although Nedra demands change and eventually flees the confines of her cell she never truly grasps what she's looking for. She has no wealth but is ultimately free. 

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Crying of Lot 49 - Thomas Pynchon

Thomas Pynchon (1937-)

I basically had no idea what was going on throughout the entirety of this book...somewhat like the protagonist Oedipa Mass.

Oedipa becomes an executor of the will of a one time lover and finds herself lost within a web of mystery that seems to involve the unearthing of a centuries-old conflict between rival mail distribution outfits. There is a secret symbol that keeps appearing and leading her further into the bowels of the mystery only to finally reveal its never ending depth. Is everyone she's ever met a part of the intrigue? Is it all a practical joke? As she makes her way from one lead to the next she leaves a trail of missing links behind her, while slowly the men she comes in contact with either take their own lives or spontaneously go insane leaving her more and more isolated with no one to turn to and no answers for her endless questions.

This book has been described as a great example of postmodern writing and I picked up on that pretty quickly. There is no real concept of truth, rather its searching for truth or meaning in the rubble of endless interpretation and infinite possibility. The book ends without closure leaving the reader to determine Oedipa's truth for her. Was it all just a practical joke or as the curtain closes do we envision her on the cusp of enlightenment?

Thank god this book was only a 180 pages. Unfortunately there are another 2 Pynchon books left on the canon...so I might need to spread them out to one every 5 years or so. Pynchon is not my favorite author by a long shot, again like Oedipa, I felt like someone was playing a practical joke on me. His writing style is brisk and staccato. No poetry. No terrifically executed sentences. Just incredibly hard to follow mazes of text, with plays within plays and references within references.



The Gormenghast Trilogy - Mervyn Peake

Mervyn Peake (1911-1968)

So after trying to read Clarissa for a million years, I decided for now to throw in the towel and turn to a book that seemed like it might have a plot. Plots these days are a little much to hope for I think.

The Gormenghast trilogy is a set of fantasy novels that revolve around a remote and reclusive earldom filled with bazaar characters and outrageous happenings. The basic plot of the three books is the growth and development of Titus Groan, the 77th Earl and heir to the Gormenghast world. He is not thrilled by the prospect of living out his life day by day through the archaic rituals that have come to define Gormenghast. The rituals proceed life and Titus feels trapped and chained to a world that seems to have nothing to offer beyond endless stone corridors that open into decrepit rooms devoid of life, adventure and meaning. He envies the free and slowly plots his escape...only to realize that for him the only real option is Gormenghast.

The plot rather than linear, swirls around the many characters in almost a Dickinson sort of way, they make their entrances and exits with the plot occasionally surfacing from the shadows of their interactions.

Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracks. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spires a zephyr floats; a bird whistles; a freshet bears away from a choked river. Deep in a fist of stone a doll's hand wriggle, ward rebellious on the frozen palm. A shadow shifts its length. A spider stirs....and darkness between the characters.

- Gormenghast 

He only knows that he has left behind him, on the far side of the skyline, something inordinate; something brutal; something tender; something half real; something half dream; his half heart; half of himself....

- Titus Alone

Henry V - William Shakespeare

In this essay, I will examine the rhetorical and dramatic effectiveness of King Henry’s speech to the Governor of Harfluer in Act 3 Scene 4 ...