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March 18, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

30 Day Book Meme: Day 11 – A Book From My Favourite Author

You know what? I don’t think I really have a favourite author.

But, off the top of my head, here are some books and authors I hold in extremely high regard:

The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky
The Sense of an Ending – Julian Barnes
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
A Moveable Feast – Ernest Hemingway
Lolita – Vladimir Nobokov
A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving

J.M. Coetzee
Douglas Coupland
Ian McEwan
Fyodor Dostoevsky

Oh dear. Now I want to go off and read The Perks of Being a Wallflower again.

March 18, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

30 Day Book Meme: Day 10 – A Book That Changed My Life and Why You Should Read it

 So, continuing with this increasingly sporadic meme…

 

Generally, I consider it quite melodramatic to credit any one single thing as having changed your life. I think life-changing things tend to occur more progressively than that. Yet if I were to suggest that a single work of fiction changed my life, as I am about to do, I would have to bestow that honour upon (This is the last time I include this novel in an answer to this meme, I have just realised I have mentioned it a LOT and that I am dangerously close to preaching.) Douglas Coupland’s Generation X.

 

I was drawn in by the novel’s fluro-pink cover, which, of course, was Coupland’s intention: attract the masses with a nice bright colour then smack them in the face with the realisation of what they’re doing wrong in their accelerated lives.

It worked.

Generation X is one of those books you find yourself returning to, one of those books that you need to return to, when the superficial problems of capitalism and the technological age begin to feel like real problems. We are increasingly subjected to a surplus of information that invades and dominates both our internal and external worlds – sometimes I feel as though I myself am made of pixels, that I can Google where I left my door keys. We exist in a saturated and persepective-less hyperreal world.

The sudden and dominating rise in consumer and media culture has introduced a whole new concept of individuality. Our identities are largely constructed around the attainment of commodities and the maintaining of constructed personalities through social media. Everything has become instant and easy and we no longer have to work for anything, and that is what has come to distinguish our generation from those hardworking, war-influenced generations before us.

 

 

The characters of Generation X decide that they don’t want to partake in this hyperreality and so abscond to the Nevada desert in search of a simpler, more meaningful life, and to tell stories to rediscover their humanity and spirituality.

 

Coupland’s writing is synonymous with the wandering, new-lost generation and is a challenging force in directing our attentions to the changes taking place in contemporary culture and how these changes are affecting our human relationships.

What had the most enduring influence on me is the manner in which the novel exposes the great paradox of consumer ideology; the belief that individuality can be sourced from the accumulation of commodities, when in fact, passive consumption is complicit in the deconstruction of creativity and personal identity. The collapsing of the boundary between high and low culture and the subsequent dominance of mass culture which only allows for individuality within a specific, dumbed-down framework. Coupland’s cutting use of satire really stresses the unimportance and frivolity of modern life when compared with the wholesome immaterial lives and compelling relationships of Andy, Dag and Claire. When money and objects begin to seem too important, when I’ve spent just a little too much time online, I always return to my copy of Generation X to remind me of what life really is about, and that the most valuable experiences can’t be bought.

 

 

We shouldn’t feel defined by our careers, by our bank-balance, or how many followers we have on Twitter. Real, valuable life experience is not measured in these ways. And, of course, we all know this, we just need reminding sometimes.

I will leave you with the words of a very wise person, who I think sums up the premise of Generation X better than I ever could:

 

You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.

You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth.

But that’s all.

Dear Sugar, The Rumpus 

 

March 8, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

You Should Read Persepolis

Does Persepolis need a written review? Or do the illustrations speak for themselves?

Maybe I’ll write a review and let the illustrations speak for themselves, I really cannot recommend it enough.

But first I’m going to watch the film, and then I’m going to crack on with reading The Fountainhead, it’s become a very slow process for some reason.

February 28, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

More Than Just Words and Pages

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Lots of people think this is carnage, but I don’t know. Books are also beautiful as objects.

 

 

 

February 27, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

Review: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close – Jonathan Safran Foer

I first picked up this book in the summer. I was in Oxfam Books and it was one of those Oxfam Books that you find in affluent, desirable-postcode towns which means there is actually lots and lots of literature and lots of Booker Prize nominees and such – this one even had a poetry section, which is unheard of in the small town I’m from. So I was in this Oxfam Books, overwhelmed with good quality titles and only 2 pounds in change. There were two Foer novels in the F section, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close and Everything is Illuminated. I had read lots of good things about Foer and about both of these titles so I eeny meeny miney mo-ed and ended up going home with Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

I read the first page and resigned it to the bookcase, cursing myself for having chosen another precosiously-narrated, child-perspective narrative over a Julian Barnes or Margaret Atwood.

Then, just after Christmas I heard tell that the film version of Foer’s novel was being released in February. It had Tom Hanks in it and Sandra Bullock and, even though it had a paltry rating of 46 on Metacritic, and Metacritic is the oracle, I really, really wanted to see it. Which meant I would have to read the book first. So I picked it back up again that very day and went to Cafe Nero with it and read and read and read and drank mocha after mocha until I’d finished it a day and a half later. I am so so glad I went back to it.

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of ‘Yellow Submarine’.

The novel follows precocious, autistic, 9 year old Oskar Schell after the death of his father in the 9/11 terrorist attacks and his attempts to make sense of the events and losing his dad. Finding a key in an envelope amongst his dad’s things leads Oskar to become an apprentice flaneur of New York city, trailing the streets to visit every address occupied by someone of the name ‘Black’, the name written on the envelope, in the hope of finding the lock the key fits. As Oskar invades the lives of the Blacks upon whose doors he knocks he is offered an insight into the delicacy of human existence and the miscellany of life outside of his own insular world, inadvertently leading Oskar into achieving the  worldliness to counteract his constant stream of existentialist philosophy that his dad spent his life trying to teach him.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

 

Yes, autism has been tackled before in literature, and in a similar way (insert The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time comparison here), yet Oskar’s Aspergers is never the main focus of the storyline. In his portrayal of his protagonist Foer transcends literary triteness in his visually absorbing effort and achieves a truly original and beautiful portrait of the mind of a child with apparent Aspergers.

With Foer’s use of photographs, multi-narratives and postmodern graphological acrobatics which dominate the narrative, a strange thing of beauty comes bursting out of all the loss and suffering. It shows its reader what it’s like to love and to suffer and to lose and to hurt, and in this way the novel is alive and active – despite its commentary on death and suffering, it’s living and breathing and reminds the reader that they too are living and breathing, despite all the heart-ache and loneliness that exists in the world. Such devices create a feeling of desperation and angst – an urging to communicate grief and loneliness — that permeates throughout the novel and lingers long after the book has been read.

It has been suggested that art which commentates on 9/11 cannot truly have any real meaning or make any real sense unless it was produced after a certain (indefinable) amount of time after the event. As Extremely Loud was published a mere 4 years after the attacks on the World Trade Centre this perhaps explains some of the negative criticism Foer received to counter his otherwise great acclaim. Yet Foer utilises this apparent lack of perspective which comes with his novel having been written so soon after, in approaching 9/11 from the viewpoint of an innocent, brooding and lost child who – as the novel’s title suggests, has no perspective on the events either, which leaves the reader able to identify with the suffering and sudden loss that attempts to suffocate him.

The novel does, at times, wander into the arena of cloying sentimentality yet it is never quite exaggerated enough to achieve anything other than an immensley strong voice in its protagonist. When a novel is dripping with such topical pathos it is difficult not to identify with its characters, despite any overplayed emotion.

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a devastating and often hilarious portrait of loss, loneliness, people and the way we live. Through Foer’s rich prose and characterisation emerges a sense of the acute hollowness of life.

I’m interested to see how the visuals of the novel, which rely so heavily on text and the space of the page will translate into film…

January 29, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

O.M.G.

I Google’d The Perks of Being a Wallflower right after publishing my last post and look what I found:

 

The FILM adaptation is being released this year — I don’t know how I didn’t know about this.

Wallflower is one of my favourite books so I’m very much in anticipation of its release. Emma Watson is playing Sam though — thus far, that is my only gripe.

(And yes I did title this post O.M.G. Apparently I say that now.)

 

January 29, 2012 / Rachel Bednarski

How to Spend a Sunday

Coffee, chocolate, and The Fountainhead.

I’ve only read the first few pages of this one, and I didn’t know a lot about it, or Ayn Rand, going in — except that both have garnered very mixed, and extreme reviews — and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it yet.

I’m almost regretting reading Rand’s introduction to the text, her tone didn’t sit too well with me and I think it’s going to shape the way I read the novel and consider the ideas she presents in it. I’m itching for a bit of philosophy-derived controversy, though, so I’m intrigued to see how it goes! Also, it’s on Charlie’s list in The Perks of Being a Wallflower, sooo…