I write a blog called "The Wannabe Birder." It's surprising, given the modest title and my equally modest qualifications, how many offers of review copies of books that gets me.
I ignore most of them, but I accepted the offer of "Snapper."
Not only was there a connection to birdwatching, but the publicist promised it would be hilarious. And it was set in southern Indiana.
I am not from Indiana, but I lived there long enough that it feels like one of my homes. It should be said, however, that I spent most of my Indiana years in Northwestern Indiana, in a region, or near a region -- there are arguments about this -- known as the Calumet Region.
But no one in Indiana calls it that. They just call it The Region, as in:
"You're from The Region?"
"Well, close to The Region."
If you are from, or almost from, The Region, other Hoosiers eye you with a mixture of respect and disdain. The underlying sentiment is that if you are from The Region you must be tough, even if you don't look tough.
Southern Indiana and The Region are only technically in the same state. Two areas could hardly be more unalike. But I picked up enough Southern Indiana-ness during my Hoosier years that Brian Kimberling's evocation of that part of the state in "Snapper" rings true to me. He makes Evansville sound just as dreary as it looked to me the one time I drove through it. (I seem to remember a string of massage parlors on the north side of the city.)
"Snapper" is told in the first-person, by a narrator who is from southern Indiana and is employed, for much of the book, "chronicling the lives and births and deaths and domestic disputes of forest songbirds for biology departments and government agencies."
The author also is from southern Indiana, and also once studied songbirds for a living. It's not surprising, then, that "Snapper" reads like a memoir. It also seems more like a collection of connected short stories than a novel, not that there is anything wrong with that. My favorite chapter, or short story, is the one set in Santa Claus, Indiana, which is a real place where people really do answer letters to Santa Claus.
Still, "hilarious" is a pretty high bar, and I don't think "Snapper" gets there. "Mildly amusing" comes closer. I chuckled a few times, particularly at the following line, although it's subtle and I almost missed it ("IU" is Indiana University):
Important research is done at IU, particularly in ornithology, but it is overshadowed and undergirded by a culture of vapid SAVE THE PLANET sloganizing and forty thousand earnest ignorant undergraduates insisting that YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. There's a competent Mathematics Department there running a good statistics course, but obviously those kids aren't enrolled in it.