Posts Tagged ‘William S. Burroughs’

book links 10-2-12

October 2, 2012

My less than glorious return to book blogging after a short hiatus. About every two weeks I have to make a weekend trip home for whatever various reasons and while they are rejuvenating in a get the hell out of the city sort of way, they also play all sorts of hell with my schedule and rhythm. I end up simply out of sorts for a bit. Anyway, here’s my links for the day.

This is apparently the very last thing Ray Bradbury wrote before venturing away from this world. It’s excerpted from The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2012.  You know, it’s Ray Bradbury. It’s worth the read.

Terry Pratchett has just went and set up his own media company. I like it. It’s interesting and a bit daring. It sounds like Pratchett is looking to have total control of his works and doing something with them that maybe wouldn’t have been done otherwise (such as adapting them to film).  It could either implode with no one caring, or it could  take off. I wish the guy luck.

Finally, The Paris Review has an interview with William S. Burroughs. Maybe this is just nostalgia day, dealing with links involving some older (or, regrettably, dead) authors, but I like the mix. You can’t go wrong checking out the works from any of these folks, in the articles or in their various works.  Alright, that’s all folks.

Suttree – Review

August 27, 2009

I’m not good at catching the humor so many critics laud this book for having. This isn’t to say the novel isn’t funny -it is- or that it isn’t good -it is- but that maybe my personal experience robs the novel of some of the humor and tilts it more towards the side of sadness that Stanley Booth saw within it.

I don’t doubt that much of the humor people see in it stems from the outlandishly country, poor, uneducated and simple people who populate the novel as the people Suttree calls friends and acquaintances. Are they outlandish? Yes. Are they humorous? To a degree. But these are also people that, for me, had an air of genuineness.

Which may be more of a reflection of my own rural upbringing than anything else.  Stories of people doing crazy things, being around people doing ill-advised things, people living relatively modest and simple lives are things I’m accostomed to. They are familiar. And from how Suttree has been described as semi-autobiographical, I have a feeling that McCarthy may share similar feelings.

So while I can smile at the misadventures, I don’t see them as starkly comedic that seems to be implied by the majority of reviews that I have read. This is not Cormac McCarthy doing Catch-22 or Breakfast of Champions. This is Cormac McCarthy stepping a bit outside of his norm and excelling with it.

The Faulkner comparisons are apt. Suttree reads like a Faulkner novel, though more entertainingly. Time and voice shifts throughout, characters drift to and from the action, as you read the novel nearly has the feeling of a kaleidoscope. Though it’s not the rough edged jumble of a William S. Burroughs novel, this kaleidoscope does seem to have the hand of a higher power at work, gently nudging it along to places it was destined to go at times it was destined to be there.

Suttree at Amazon