In the dark
Recently Acquired: The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri; Skippy Dies by Paul Murray; Room by Emma Donoghue; To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
On the Shelf: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; Man in the Dark by Paul Auster
It’s been a while since I have written here. Mostly, I was just embarrassed because I was reading slowly. Besides stressing about job applications, I forced myself through to the end of Eggers’s How We Are Hungry collection and found a couple stories I was glad to have read. “Quiet” and “Up The Mountain Coming Down Slowly” were both worth the time, but it’s weird because I think I could totally love something else that Dave Eggers wrote. He has this style that is sometimes really enthralling and other time painful. I guess I haven’t made up my mind about him yet.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes was a nice romp. It’s comprised of short stories and while they eventually all begin to feel a bit similar to each other, they still kept me reading and happy. It was a bit like finding a good detective TV show and watching a season. Eventually you see the formula, but it’s OK and is still great. Holmes is just a little more literary. Interesting to read these and then watch the british Sherlock show where some of the elements are mentioned but mostly all is new.
I picked up Man in the Dark yesterday and now I’m already two thirds of the way through it. It’s only 180 pages, though. A couple years ago I read The New York Trilogy (or I listened to the audio version, actually) and I was surprised to find that I didn’t like it at all. The first story engaged me and then ended abruptly and I hoped they next two stories would pick it up, but they were just entirely different stories. Anyway, that is all beside the point. I knew from everything I had heard about Auster that I should love his work. It is always described in a way that puts it right up my alley and I’ve been meaning to give him another change. Well I’m glad I did. Man in the Dark is a very strange and fantastic book. It’s about an old man recovering from a car accident. The whole story takes place over one night of insomnia. The man lays awake in bed, inventing a story about another man who is transported to an alternate America whose task is to kill the man in the dark who is inventing the story so that the characters can be freed from the story the man is inventing. It’s all very meta, but Auster pulls it off with impressive ease. It is definitely one of the more engaging and original stories I have read lately.
So that’s it. I’m slowly coming down from my classics and short stories kick to try to read more contemporary work. Not sure what I’ll pick up next.