Book #19 will remain nameless. Because I am about to blast it. And, well, the Internet is a small place. And even smaller because of a little thing I like to call Google. And the last thing I want is for some author to Google their name and end up on my blog reading about how I think their book might just be the worst thing ever written. Or even just the worst thing. Ever.
#19 was actually a book on tape. And, if the story line about an unemployed New York girl trying to decide if she wants to marry her long time boyfriend wasn’t awful enough all on it’s own, the reader made it a million times worse. Seriously. A million. If I ever meet this reader, I’m going to punch her in the face. Undoubtedly. And she will deserve it, simply because her voice is that annoying.
(Sidenote: I deserved how terrible this book was. I bought it for $3.99 at Books a Million. If a book on tape has made it down to $3.99, something is seriously wrong with it.)
And now on to Book #20: The Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe
This is an excellent novel. Apparently, it originally ran in 27 installments in Rolling Stone starting in 1984. Kind of Charles Dicken-ish style. It gives an incredible picture of New York City in 1980’s—really unlike anything else I’ve ever read or seen. And it deals with racism in a fascinating way. I loved it.*
Who will like this: If you live in New York, you should read this. It gives a great glimpse of recent history in the city. It’s also just an enjoyable read.
Who won’t like this: The book deals with some touchy racial subjects. It made me think a lot about the way I think. If introspection isn’t your thing, that might be bothersome.
Where to read it: Ideally in New York. It paints such a vivid picture of the city that you want to be there when you’re reading. But actually poolside in North Carolina worked out alright for me.
My favorite quote: “Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called ‘Being a Father’ so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.”
To know before you read: In 1990, this book was made into a movie with Tom Hanks, Melanie Griffith, and Bruce Willis. Sounds good, right? Apparently it’s absolutely terrible. So, stick to reading.
Overall: Makes me want to read more Wolfe.
*There is a dachshund in the first chapter. Obviously this may have played into my opinion on the novel to some degree.