Railroad reading

Railroad reading Harrisburg Update: Yesterday, I biked 20 miles with Ben, see? I was trying to find myself but was unsuccessful. Then we went to Shawnas house and played Guess Who with the extra rule that you couldnt ask about anything tangible, you could only ask questions that required value judgments. What socioeconomic class would you say your person belongs to? Do you think it would be viewed as strange if your person and Maria dated romantically? If you dipped your persons head in liquid nitrogen so their hair froze exactly as it was, would you be able to roll it like a bowling ball? It rocked. Today Sams Mom and I went for cheesesteak at my favorite place downtownits not exactly an authentic Philadelphia experience (which I had in June), but I never go to Philadelphia and I wont eat Cheez Wiz anyway because of its association with food murderer Sandra Lee. So, good enough. Then I visited Dot, my across-the-street neighbor, and she gave me plenty of great recipes for Apple Bake, Burton-Conners annual culinary competition that Conner 2 always totally dominates. We dont get Bravo at MIT, so this evening I watched Battle of the Network Reality Television Stars and Celebrity Poker Showdown, both of which featured Charla, the plucky midget from The Amazing Race 5, which made me ecstatic. Finally, I went to Allisons and watched Sin City and as a result I cant sleep for days so I figured, hey, what the heck, I might as well write a blog entry. And then we went to humanforsale.com and found out that Allison was worth the most because shes a girl and artistic. I was worth in the neighborhood of $1,680,000, for your reference. Make sure you have a popup blocker or, better yet, Firefox before you go. Anyway, today I got a phone call today asking for a book recommendationone thats suitable for the beach, but also dark. Right. So I suggested Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre. In this entry, I thought Id prove to you that MIT students really do read by telling you what I thought of various books that I enjoyed, despised, or wholeheartedly attempted to read this summer. Of course, I turned down a job as head literary critic for the New York Times to come to MIT, so Im a total authority on all of this. Plus, Im worth $1,680,000, so you know you can respect my opinion. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer) His first novel, Everything is Illuminated, is my second-favorite book, with a sparkling, majestic portrayal of an imaginary shtetl, risky literary devices that actually succeed, and Alexs unforgettable, guileless narration. So, I knew his second book would be a total letdown because I found the first so amazing. Its about a boy whose father died in 9/11, so its a quite depressing read, although Foer does find several new (to me) ways of expressing grief, and there are a few amazing passages, including an elementary school staging of Hamlet and the firebombing of Dresden. My main complaint was that Everything Is Illuminated, though carefully constructed, never seemed that way because the writing was so natural. This time, I knew all of Foers old tricks, and his new ones werent so impressiveit often felt like Foer writing rather than Oskar Schell talking, which is something I could never say about Alex Perchov. Portnoys Complaint (Philip Roth) This is essential reading for every male in Western society, I think. I dont think theres any way that a female could possibly enjoy this book. Roth can really write, and I want to get acquainted with some of his less prurient works. The Day of the Locust (Nathanael West) This book is the origin of the name Homer Simpson, although I dont see how Matt Groening used Wests character as a model, really. The novel was okay, but The Great Gatsby is basically the same book, only much better, and youve probably already read that one. West is generally an excellent writer, but Id only recommend his Miss Lonelyhearts, about a newspaper columnist who keeps having creepy symbolic nightmares. The Dream Life of Balso Snell (Nathanael West) This is total crap. I read it because West only wrote four novellas and Id read the other three. A guy crawls into the anus mirabilis of a wooden horse and then West just wrote whatever weird ideas popped into his head. Its only sixty pages long, but each page you read subtracts one day from your life. There is one interesting thinga sect of Christianity that worships a flea that lodged itself in baby Jesuss skin. There, I saved you the trouble. Animal Farm (George Orwell) This was $2.50 at the Harvard Bookstore used, so I figured Id pick it up. I took it on an eight-hour train ride back home without realizing it only takes two hours to read. Its enjoyable and well-written (in the style of a childrens book), and thematically important enough that everybody should probably read it on some rainy afternoon or bus trip. Snow in August (Pete Hammill) I started this one during a particularly hot week in Boston; it was kind of like wishful thinking on my part. This ones a pretty good realistic portrayal of a poor boy growing up with his mother in New York. However, I find it hard to take seriously any book that includes a fart joke, even if its made by lovable Rabbi Judah Hirsch (named after the Taxi actor?). Also, I found the last fifty pages horrible and offensive on a basic moral level, but you might love them. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving) This might be my third-favorite book now; its terribly long and compendious in its description of Vietnam-Era Gravesend, New Hampshire, but Irvings writing is so conversational and flowing that I barely noticed the length. Owen Meany is one of the least forgettable characters Ive ever encountered, and there was one passage so powerful that I was afraid to turn a page for five minutes. Heck, it begins with a foul ball accidentally killing the narrators mother at a little league gamethat alone is worth the price of admission. Light in August (William Faulkner) Ive liked all the short stories of Faulkners Ive read, so I thought Id give this one a shot. Its good and not as difficult to read as most modernism, but its the most sweltering book Ive ever readeverything is about shoveling sawdust and smoking cigarettes and being dirty and sweaty in the middle of the summer in Mississippi. When it got to be 90 degrees in Boston, I just couldnt take art imitating life any more, so I stopped a quarter of the way through. Ill try to pick it up again in IAP. Fight Club (Chuck Palahniuk) Ive actually never seen the movie, and I was glad that I had no basis of comparison. There are a lot of powerful passages in here, either in terms of deep paranoia or ultraviolence. I found it sometimes hard to read, because a lot of bad Xanga entries have ripped off Palahniuks short, choppy, violent style. However, I assume the Xanga writers have imitated Palahniuk rather than the other way around, so, even though I really, really hate one-sentence paragraphs, Ill semi-enthusiastically recommend this one. Vernon God Little (DBC Pierre) Its about a school shooting and reality television. Take from that what you will. Vernon isnt the most likable narrator ever, which started to turn me off about a third of the way through. However, he complains less and does more interesting stuff as the book goes on, and winds up in the most satisfying ending Ive encountered since The Shawshank Redemption. A great book, almost worth it just for Pierres mixed metaphors describing the smells and squalor of small-town life in Texas. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley) This is Ruths favorite book, I think, so she lent it to me. Im not quite done yet, but I think Im through all the important parts. The writing style and technological references are a little dated, but the ideas and themes arent at all. Its longer and somewhat more ponderous than Animal Farm and 1984, but it definitely had a lot more of an impact on the way I view our society than either of those did. Well, Ive done a lot better than last summer, when all I got through was Wests other two novellas. Anyway, Im headed to the beach next week, and Ive got three books for thatThe World According to Garp (John Irving), Cosmopolis (Don DeLillo), and Guns, Germs, and Steel (Jared Diamond). Ive started on the last one and Im really excited about it; Ive always had an interest in the evolution of humans from monkey to Mozart (I did my AP Bio research paper on hominid bipedalism), and Diamond seems to be a pretty fair and well-researched writer. Today I talked to Allisons Dad and I found out that when he went to the beach, he read a bunch of mystery novels from the 1980s starring Eleanor Roosevelt as the detective. However, theyre apparently out of print and available only on certain online auction sites. Otherwise, Id totally be there. I was going to link to all of the books above, but I feel like a certain internet book seller doesnt need any more hits from my blog readers. Plus, its already been advertised extensively by another mitblogger. Anyway, I have confidence that you guys are competent enough to seek out these books if youre really interested. Unless you go to MIT, in which case you dont know how to read.