Friday, February 18, 2011

Distractions

I'm losing steam.

The first hints of spring are in the air (and this is Texas, so I really have to pay attention and enjoy it for the five minute it lasts here), and I'm finding that I just don't have the motivation to read. I especially don't have the motivation to read The Satanic Verses.

Everything I'm about to share could possibly reveal me as a superstitious and mildly crazy person, but here goes. Even though I know it's not really about Satan, I don't like reading a book with the word "Satan" in the title. I don't really want to be seen reading it in a public place. I left it at home on purpose during my trip to San Fran because I felt weird about carrying it on a plane (I am far enough to know it starts with a plane exploding in the air). And even though I know most of the books on my list have been offensive to one group or another at some point in time...this book earned Salman Rushdie death threats from an organized government in recent history. Eeeeek.

I'm not Muslim, and quite frankly I don't even understand half the cultural and religious references I've read so far in the first hundred pages, but I just feel some bad ju-ju about a novel that has been so upsetting to people of that faith. So instead I've been...

Planting flowers.


Painting doors.


Snuggling with my cat.


Learning to grill lobster tails and bake cheese bicuits with the Hubs.


Am I being too superstitious about The Satanic Verses? Or even better...how ready are you for spring?

Friday, February 11, 2011

And please welcome...Robot Jim?

Last month, I posted an article about the upcoming Bowdlerized version of Huck Finn with all instances of the n-word removed.

Today I ran across this article about some folks who saw a comedic opportunity in the whole controversy. Have to admit, it gave me a chuckle!

Happy Friday!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

A Risky Review

I already know that there are going to be at least two friends out there who disagree with my assessment of Franny and Zooey, but here goes.

I thought it was okay. Not great. Just okay.


Dare I admit in this risky review that I felt the same about In-n-Out Burger?

Of course, I finished reading it on the plane to San Francisco. Maybe heavy, philosophy-of-life type reading just wasn't the right pre-vacation material?


Unless you are my husband. Clearly he's solving the problems of the universe here.

I actually enjoyed Salinger's messages delivered via Zooey (Franny's older brother). Christ is everywhere, even in little, everyday things like their mother's "consecrated chicken soup." You may not like how a person behaves, but that individual still deserves respect/love just for being a person. Basically, Franny need not go through the ritual of the Jesus Prayer to attain enlightenment; she just needs to open her eyes to the spiritual world already present around her. Good stuff.

Not so good stuff...this book felt really long to me, even though it was just a little over 200 pages. After the "action" of Franny, Zooey was basically extended dialogue between Zooey and his mom Bessie, and then more extended dialogue between Zooey and Franny to guide her out of her nervous breakdown. Even though it was awesome that Zooey tried to help his little sis through her crisis, he seemed like kind of a jerk, especially when speaking to his mother (Is it just me, or should I create a label "Books with Jerks"?).  If he's so keen on love and respect and all that jazz, why is he calling his mom fat and stupid to her face?

I realize this is a personal pet peeve of mine, and that it won't necessarily keep others from liking the book. As for me, I don't have time for Mean People, in the real world, or in novels.

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Now I know other people out there have read this one...did you love it? Hate it? Or are you in the middle like me?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Fainting, Frog Legs, and Franny

I've just finished the first half of Franny and Zooey (the Franny part); Franny was originally published as a short story in The New Yorker two years prior to the publication of Zooey, and they were later combined into one novel.

The story opens with a young man named Lane picking up his girlfriend Franny from the train station and taking her to lunch at a fancy French restaurant before they attend the Yale game. Lane is what I'd like to call a First Class Jerk. He begins the lunch by talking all about how awesome he is, how a paper he recently wrote should be published, and at one point he actually looks around the room and thinks how happy he is to be in a "right" place with a "right looking" girl. He's exactly the kind of person you'd expect to see on a reality tv show.

Spencer Pratt smiles

Franny makes an unfavorable comparison between Lane and the kind of pompous English professors who spend entires classes disparaging other writers and ruining them for the students. Nobody likes that kind of comparison, but least of all a Jerk. Franny goes on to say that her college is a joke, and after a bit more bickering with Lane, she excuses herself to go to the bathroom and have a good cry.

After she returns, they order their lunch, and Lane is put out when she orders a chicken sandwich. He, of course, orders snails and frog legs. You are so awesome, Lane. At this point, Franny keeps growing pale, sweating, and pushing her food around on her plate, so it would seem that everyone in the restaurant but Lane can tell something is wrong with her. She seems to be generally dissatisfied with life at the moment (she's quit theatre, can't stand Lane's friends, wishes she could just be "nobody"), but perks up a bit when she starts telling Lane about a religious book that she's been reading. In the book, a Russian peasant discovers the secret to praying without ceasing, and Franny is fascinated with the phenomena and how it is not confined to only one religion. Lane's response is to ask if she wants dessert or coffee. Wow.

Franny excuses herself again, but on the way to the restroom, she faints. When she comes to, she's in the restaurant manager's office with Lane. He tries to comfort her and tells her not to worry about the game, that he will call them a cab, and maybe tonight he can sneak into her room for some special hugs. Dude, your girlfriend is in the middle of an emotional breakdown. Not the time. As he leaves, Franny's lips move (praying without ceasing?), and the story ends.

Initially I was frustrated after reading - there was little action, less resolution, and how in the world could this be considered the Best? The mysticism and religious overtones led me to think that perhaps I missed an important point that would unlock the meaning of the story for me, so I turned to my dear friend Shmoop.com and found:












Huh.


Has anyone out there read Franny? Can you help enlighten me?


Spencer Pratt image here.