Book Talk: The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

Storied-Life-of-AJ-Fikry-Gabrielle-Zevin-IllustrationI just finished reading The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin and I’m gobsmacked by a sense of unfairness. How could they up and leave me, these characters I followed for so many years? (It’s a sign of a good book when I put it down feeling heartbroken.)

A.J. Fikry is a widower, a snob, and a curmudgeon. But, most of all, he’s a bookseller and a reader. After his wife’s untimely death, he mans the bookstore he and his spouse opened on Alice Island, a (fictional) small town off the coast of Boston, alone. With a knack for recommending books and drinking himself to sleep, he’s the sort of protag you’d want at your local purveyor of literature but, perhaps, not the sort to whom you’d want to try selling a YA novel or befriend. When Fikry finds two-year-old Maya abandoned in his store with only a note from her mother and a knapsack, everything changes. This is where the story truly began for me. We follow his life and those of his intimate circle as he picks up the pieces. There’s intrigue surrounding Maya’s parentage, a love that takes years to arrive, a rare book robbery, and so so much more. This is a story for book lovers–I take unchecked pleasure in finding book mentions in fiction narratives and this one has it in spades.

I’ve found myself reading more diversely and am learning that I enjoy whimsical, heartfelt slice of life fiction more than I thought I would. I usually go in for the epic and fantastic, but intimate, insular tales of lives lived contemporaneously are giving me the feels lately. In the words of a favorite songstress, “them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.” Not to be misleading–this book has heart-wrenching moments dealing with fatherhood, loss, and relationships, but wry humor softens the blows and the sorrows are as sweet as they can be bitter.

I decided to read this book because it was in my Audible recommendations and the summary alluded to a bookish story, but otherwise I didn’t know what I was getting into. I’d just come off reading Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff and while this book shares genre similarities, Fikry proved a good balance to Groff’s more drastic and painful tale of life and love.

In my movie version of Zevin’s novel, I cast Ben Kingsley as Fikry, Amandla Stenberg as Maya, and Charlize Theron as Amelia.

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Book Review: The Corrections

The Corrections FranzenI’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I never thought I could be so absorbed by a book about such despicable people.

I used to think I’d have to root for at least one character in a story in order to enjoy a work of fiction. The character could be an anti-hero, even a truly evil person who makes a turn for the better around the story’s mid-point. Just give me a scrap of likeability and I’ll lap it up if the writing is good.

But Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections gave me an entire family of persistently miserable creatures. These people aren’t just flawed—they’re morally depraved, shallow, greedy, weak-willed, manipulative. Sometimes what makes reading about and despising characters like the Lamberts so jarring and titillating is simultaneously recognizing glimmers of yourself in their despicability. And that’s what makes this book such a great read. Its honesty is naked and raw. The lack of a true hero and the bluntness of the family’s prejudices and meanness may be unpleasant, but it’s also real. When I read the thoughts of the characters I sometimes wondered if the author had tapped into the undercurrent of my thoughts–the unfortunate things I whisper in my mind when I think I’m not listening. Franzen taps into the modern American consciousness and, with his seemingly effortless way with words, puts its bad face to pen and paper.

The Corrections broaches so many topics: consumerism, sexual repression and expression, the decline of rural America. At the base of it all is the family struggle—the clash between eras, the rejection of childhood and disgust with aging. I felt like a therapist puzzling together the pieces of my patients’ lifetimes to find the root of the evil possessing them. Their personal problems and relationships were so compelling, I couldn’t put the book down even as I ground my teeth to a fine dust.

I think you should read this book. Yes, I think you should brace yourself for discomfort, big laughs, seething sessions, frustration and the kind of deep satisfaction that comes with clarity.

Reading for Writing

I used to read a lot in my youth. I mean, a lot. I avoided many an awkward social situation, such as homeroom (the high school equivalent of a networking function), by sticking my nose into whatever book I had in my backpack–and I always had at least one book in my backpack. Then, I chose English as my college major and I was reading great stacks of books. At UCLA, I took the obligatory (and infamous) 10 series, and carried around a 10-lb. book of canonized tales at all times. Let’s call it “The English Major’s Bible,” since I can’t recall its actual title and it was often mistaken for a bible.

My reading habits took a fall when I began writing more. I guess it was a combination of not having the drive to make time for reading and writing, new priorities, and a budding social life. I also had this strange idea that I would become a more original writer by reading less. I tend to absorb writing styles. There was a time when all of my high school essays read like letters from the Regency Era. This year, I decided to get back into the swing of reading; to squeeze a little more time out of my day for the practice. As in high school and college, I’m back to being a voracious consumer of words, but I’ve noticed a difference in the way I read now.

I find myself consciously noting the author’s style, their word usage and phrasing. The narrative voice and dialogue. I’m reading like a writer. In other words, I’m not just reading to get a quick fix of fantasy, to escape or relax; I’m reading to learn more about writing. And it has helped me through some challenges.

For instance, I’ve been trying to cut back on the use of adverbs (read this quickie from the NY Times Collections), but I started to worry that the “saids” were taking over my page and everyone would notice. I later cracked open a book, started reading and skimmed backward to find a million “saids” peppering the dialogue–I hadn’t even noticed as I read.

In consequence of my new habit, I’ll be posting book reviews here after each reading, and adding a reading list page with links to each review. I’ll also note anything new I learned from the reading. First book on the list: Salman Rushdie’s “The Satanic Verses” (unless I get a book for Christmas).