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The Venetian explorer Marco Polo met Kublai Khan, the first emperor of the Yuan dynasty of China, in the 1270's. Kublai Khan was impressed with Marco Polo and made him foreign emissary, after which Marco Polo traveled throughout his empire for years. Italo Calvino's quirkly 1972 novel Invisible Cities imagines Marco Polo's descriptions of the cities he finds and the conversations between the two during their meetings.

Marco Polo's descriptions of the different cities are fanciful and wildly imaginative. Many of them touch on the themes of how cities change and remake themselves. For example, in Maurilia, the traveler is invited to examine old post cards that show the city as it used to be while they stand in the identical spaces. They are constantly expected to praise the magnificence of the new metropolis while acknowledging that it couldn't compensate for a certain lost grace. Another of my favorite cities was Fedora, which has at its center a metal building with a crystal globe in each room with a model of Fedora as people imagined at the time it could ideally develop. In the speculative descriptions of all these imaginary cities, this novel reminded me of Einstein’s Dreams (which came later, in 1992), in which Einstein dreams of difference conceptions of time.

The cities are divided into different categories: Cities & Memory, Cities & Desire, Thin Cities, etc. They're also numbered within these groups. The order in which the categories appear seemed random to me when I was reading it, but on doing some research, I found that Calvino followed a mathematical pattern, designing the book as a geometric shape that the reader can approach in different ways--for example, by reading all the cities in each category together.

While clever, I don't think this overall design adds anything to the novel, and it potentially detracts. There are key conversations near the end between Marco Polo and Kublai Khan that give insight into the existential questions Calvino is getting at. Reading these earlier would give away the game, so while the city descriptions may be read out of order, I don't think the conversations should be, which to me undercuts this "mathematical" scheme.

Invisible Cities doesn't reach the wildly inventive heights of Cosmicomics and didn't resonate emotionally with me like the wonderful If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler. But it's creative and thought-provoking. In the end, it's not clear to either the readers or the characters what is real and what isn't, a common theme in Calvino's work.

This is a thoughtful read overall. It's also short and can be picked up, put down, read out of order, and come back to later. It's worth checking out if you like existential and experimental novels.

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


After reading Barbara Kingsolver's Demon Copperhead, I felt the need to revisit the book it was based on, Charles Dickens' David Copperfield. I'd first read it during or soon after college, and it's stood in my mind ever since as one of my favorite novels. It has lovable characters, an expansive plot, and social commentary delivered with a sugar coating.

Reading it again 35+ years later, I found it just as wonderful as the first time. Despite all the trauma David is subjected to as he strives to become the hero of his own life (as he puts it in the first sentence), it manages to be a cozy, comforting read. It's a tale of optimism, friendship, and love in the face of adversity. Unlike Kingsolver in her play on this story, Dickens never loses his main character in outrage at his circumstances.

Some people see Dickens' characters as little more than caricatures, but I don't think that's true. In our high-pressure society, with TVs and phones and computers fighting for our attention, we're constantly filing off our rough edges for others. These were different times, when people didn't follow their favorite celebrities' every habit. Many lived in isolation and developed particular quirks and habits that Dickens was very attuned to. I'm not sure he exaggerated all that much.

That said, this sprawling, expansive novel doesn't stand out for its realism. One thing that particularly jars is David's angelic first love, which is ridiculously over the top, and then too easily resolved. But the intricate plot is excellent, and you meet numerous wonderful characters along the way, like Betsy Trotwood, Wilkins Micawber, and Mr. Dick. So while it may not be a perfect novel, it's still one of the greats for me.



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Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


My wife can attest to the fact that, ever since reading David Copperfield thirty-five or so years ago, I've half-jokingly talked about the novel I intended to write about a poor boy from Brooklyn, David Cooperstein, finding his way in the world. I suppose I could still do it, but Barbara Kingsolver will have already taken the wind out of my sails, as her take on David Copperfield set in Appalachia, Demon Copperhead, has been a huge success, winning the Pulitzer Prize and others.

Like David Copperfield, Demon Copperhead is a gripping read. It follows the general outline of Dickens's semi-autobiographical classic (his best novel, in my opinion as well as Dickens's) down to the characters and many events. Even when the parallels became forced, they made me smile, as if I were listening to a jazz group's version of an old classic. Overall, the book raced along and kept my interest throughout its thousand plus pages on my e-reader.

Kingsolver's tale is tonally very different than Dickens's, though. It isn't nearly as warming, for one. This is partly from necessity, I think. Dickens highlighted poverty, the cruelty of child labor, and other social issues in Victorian life. To do this, he created a cast of memorable characters for readers to love, a sweet coating to deliver a bitter medicine. In Kingsolver's case, assuming that people generally know about poverty and the opioid crisis, her book slaps you in the face with the reality of it, practically screaming, "Pay attention!" There are harsh, extended segments dealing with the consequences of addiction that reminded me of The Story of Christiane F. more than anything by Dickens. And people often behave despicably, including many who should be helping Demon.

Demon Copperhead is a great achievement, no doubt, and very effective in many ways, but it works more as social criticism than a beloved novel. The main problem is that Demon has little agency. Things happen to him, not because of the choices he makes. David Copperfield famously begins, "Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show." Dickens's novel is about the formation of a complete person. Demon Copperhead, in contrast, is foremost about the societal problems, particularly the oppressive effects of poverty and drug addiction. It begins, "First I got myself born. A decent crowd was on hand to watch, and they've always given me that much: the worst of the job was up to me, my mother being let's just say out of it." It's passive, resigned, and cynical.

This tone runs throughout the book. Even though it's told from Demon's point of view, his life choices seem imposed on him, as if he's had no say in the matter. In the end, this makes it a less satisfying book than it could have been. While Demon is saved in the end, he gives little thought as to the consequences of his own actions or why he was lucky enough to be saved.

That all said, if my David Cooperstein turns out half as good as this, I'd be pretty happy with myself. Demon Copperhead is an important book highlighting social problems we should be paying a lot more attention to, and well worth reading.



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The Midwich Cuckoos by John Wyndham

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


John Wyndham was a mid-twentieth century author who, to my mind, follows in the tradition of literate English science fiction writers like H.G. Wells and Olaf Stapledon. I'd only read his The Day of the Triffids before and liked it very much, although maybe not as much as the wonderfully weird (and not very faithful) sci-fi movie adaptation from the early 60's. The Midwich Cuckoos was likewise turned into a classic horror film that I'd seen and loved as a kid. Called Village of the Damned, it was then remade by John Carpenter in 1995 into what I remember as not his best work.

The basic plot is that one day, everyone in a small, remote English village falls asleep. The military, called in to investigate, uses animals to determine the boundaries of the phenomenon and also discovers that there is a mysterious metal object on the ground at the center of the effect. After a day, everyone suddenly wakes up with no apparent ill effects, and the object is gone. Several weeks later, though, people begin to realize that every woman of child-bearing age is now pregnant. The novel focuses on how the close-knit people in this small town cope as their unusual children are born, clearly not their own, and begin to display alarming abilities to control them. Quiet, understated, and philosophical, the novel addresses how people respond to what amounts to an alien invasion involving mass rape, forced pregnancy, and coerced parenthood.

The novel does seem outdated in using a male-centered, outsider perspective to depict something so intimately imposed through the women of the town. The restrained style is also almost too much for the outlandish events depicted, although it is typical for a novel taking place in a small English town at this time. It certainly does help add more tension. Overall, this is a creepy, unsettling, and thought-provoking novel.



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The Vegetarian by Han Kang

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Han Kang's The Vegetarian focuses on Yeong-hye, who decides to become a vegetarian after a dream, although exactly why isn't clear. Her story is told in three novellas, each from a different point of view, starting with her callous husband, then her obsessive brother-in-law, and finally her overworked, deeply troubled sister.

As the narrative progresses and Yeong-hye's behavior becomes more puzzling, her reasoning doesn't quite come into focus, but we gain a greater understanding of her motivation, even if she seems unable to articulate it herself. Each of the three narratives gradually deepens the disconnection, desperation, and sadness underlying the characters' interactions.

I don't want to reveal more about the meager plot, as I feel it would ruin the experience of reading it. But this is a remarkable book about the tensions between societal expectations and an individual's sense of agency. It's an unsettling dissection of the isolation and disconnection plaguing South Korean society, somewhat similar to the work of contemporary Japanese authors like Hiroko Oyamada and Sayaka Murata.



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Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I feel that the less said about the plot of Sea of Tranquility the better. It's best to go into this novel with no expectations and just let Emily St. John Mandel take you along for the ride. And it's a great ride. You meet richly drawn characters that you care about, but you never quite know where this expansive, yet efficiently-told story is going. This is a literary science fiction novel that touches on big, existential questions: who you are, the choices you make in life, and the forces beyond your control. St. John Mandel, who also wrote Station Eleven and The Glass Hotel, has definitely become one of my favorite authors. Very highly recommended.



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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, about a trio of young video game creators, is a very well-crafted novel. Gabrielle Zevin perfectly executes the kind of approach you learn from novel-writing workshops. Zevin moves the puzzle pieces around with skill and efficiency to achieve the desired beats and outcomes right on schedule. It reads quickly, although with random vocabulary words thrown in to show that it's meant to be taken as a serious novel.

That's not in itself a bad thing. There are plenty of excellent books written this way, but I led with this impression because I found other aspects of this book lacking. I'm not a gamer, so I can't speak to how realistic these characters are, but they came across as thinly drawn to me. The characters seemed to act in service of the plot rather than feeling like people who had their own agency. The reader is given identity markers for the characters (half Korean, Japanese, gay, etc.) and the traumas that define them (childhood car accident, illness, sexual abuse, etc). These are the kind of distinguishing characteristics that writer's workshops encourage you to develop on worksheets. But in this case, these facts seemed arbitrary rather than an integral part of who any of the characters are, as if people can just slip on identities like clothing or, well, video game characters.

This is the second Gabrielle Zevin book I've read, after The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry. That was a bit thin with characterization, too, but it was quirky and interesting in a way this novel wasn't. It also seemed to have a bit more soul to it. Here, there was some nodding toward greater themes--the creative process, how trauma shapes us, etc.--but none was explored in any depth. The characters just reacted and moved to the next stage, as if they were in a video game themselves, deciding their next moves without really thinking through why and how it might affect those around them. It's possible this was the whole point of a story about video game creators, but there was nothing in the novel that suggested a serious critique like this.

In the end, the novel comes across as a depiction of the people in a specialized world, but it held little interest or insight for someone who wasn't already interested in it before. It's a quick enough read, though, and I can see why people who are into video games would love it.



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And Her Soul Out Of Nothing by Olena Kalytiak Davis

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


The poems in Olena Kalytiak Davis's collection And Her Soul Out Of Nothing, which won the 1997 Brittingham Prize in Poetry, can be hard to pin down. They meander and circle around topics, poking at them from different directions. Mostly, the poems concern Davis's interior life, questioning what makes the self, the soul, and how to exist in this world.

But everything here isn't inward-looking. The imagery in this collection is fresh and vivid. And as heavy and serious as these topics are, Davis has wit, too. Here's the opening of one of my favorites, Around the Edges of a Cold Cold Day: "Under the ice they're dragging the river, / but I don't mean for this to signify / some kind of casualty, some kind of loss." Davis, living in Alaska, is actually thinking about a man whose body is thought to be under the ice, "his wife still sweeping / the river with the hook of her mind."

There are many standouts in this collection, but amidst all the fragmented soul-searching, this sad, beautiful poem may be my favorite:

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Lately, I am capable only of small things.

Is it enough
to feel the heart swimming?

Jim is fine. Our first
garden is thick with spinach
and white radish. Strangely,
it is summer

but also winter and fall.

In response to your asking:
I fill the hours
then lick them shut.

Today, not a single word, but the birds
quietly nodding
as if someone had suggested
moving on.

What is that perfect thing
some one who once believed in god said?

Please don’t misunderstand:
We still suffer, but we are
happy.

I've only recently discovered this poet, but will definitely be reading more of her work in the future.



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The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry may be the breeziest book I've ever read about dealing with tragedy and finding meaning in life. A.J. Fikry is a curmudgeon whose wife has died and whose bookstore, which they had opened together on the small New England island where she grew up, is struggling. Gabrielle Zevin details the chance occurrences and spontaneous decisions that enable Fikry to build a fulfilling new life and create a thriving bookstore at the center of the community.

This charming, whimsical book is a fun, quick read, as if John Irving had set out to write a contemporary Silas Marner. Zevin name-drops both of these in the course of this short novel, along with a slew of other literary references. It's a smooth ride considering all the death and tragedy it depicts, and by then end, everything wraps up in a sad, somewhat sappy bow. The book isn't marketed as a young adult book, but it's very much written like one. Zevin is more focused on making a tribute to the importance of books and reading than on delving into the characters and situations she depicts. I enjoyed it, but would have preferred a little more nuance and depth given the characters and setup.



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The Still Point by Tammy Greenwood

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I blame Tammy Greenwood for many late nights. Her books are difficult to put down, and The Still Point is no exception. Written in short chapters that rotate among a group of young ballet dancers and their moms, it reads more like an action novel than you'd expect of a novel about the world of ballet. The book is almost Dickensian in its multi-stranded plot and larger-than-life characters, and I enjoyed it very much.

I should add two caveats. One is that I've taken novel-writing workshops with Greenwood and have found her guidance on plotting and character development extremely helpful in my own writing. Second, my children were competitive ice dancers (a sport built on ballet and ballroom as well as skating), and the characters in this novel, as over-the-top as they might seem to some readers, struck me as believable and realistic. Greenwood's own daughter is a professional ballet dancer, and she captures the cult-like extremes to which some of the people in such competitive pursuits will go.

But what makes this book special is that, while Greenwood does show people behaving very badly, she doesn't go for the easy satire or dark, scathing critique. She makes sure to capture the beauty of ballet and the hard work, sacrifice, and dedication of those who truly love dance. Despite whatever hardships they are experiencing in their lives, teachers, students, and parents bond together and persevere to support the dancers and their dreams. That's what's special about endeavors like this, and what Greenwood beautifully depicts in the world of ballet. As she says in her introduction, The Still Point is first and foremost a love letter—to the joys and struggles of raising a dancer, to the other parents who’ve taken this journey with her, and to ballet itself.



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