So, I think I said before that I don’t want to rate books that I’ve read from people I know, or at least, from people I’ve met. But usually, when I ask an author they insist they’d rather have an honest review than nothing at all… but I strongly suspect that no author thinks I would dream of ever shitting all over their book.
And I’ve thought about it some, and while I reserve the right to change my mind, or contradict myself, or forget any vows I’ve taken in the past, or future, as of right now I’ve decided an average review is better than no review. And also, I’m not going to be shitting all over this book, and another also, this was pretty good. I only have problems with this deal of mine when it’s a book I’m not that thrilled with. Then I have to weigh how much I like the author over how much I need to be honest about a review.
Then I remember that I’m the only one reading these stupid reviews, aside from the occasional lurking internet person who stumbles upon these, usually way in the future (hello, future person) and maybe the author his or herself. In which case, er, sorry, I hope we can still be friends. Or, if not friends, I hope you don’t actively work to sabotage me in any future endeavors to be a successful author myself. Honestly, maybe I shouldn’t be reviewing anyone’s works.
No, I should, the real question is whether or not I should make these public. I’d have to weigh my subtle narcissistic dream of some random person seeing this review and being like, “Damn, Mr Rusty, you’re review of this relatively obscure book is so amazing, I want to purchase any half-baked novel or novel idea you have for a zillion dollars and make movies and video games and comic books out of it, and you’ll be rich and famous and popular forever and ever… and it’s all because of your amazing review you did.”
Who am I kidding? That’s not a dream – that’s practically guaranteed to happen. I just need to keep plugging away at these reviews until the day my ship comes in…
Where was I? Oh yeah, something about having met this author. The good Prof White stopped by my writer’s group a few weeks ago to share his thoughts about writing in general, and writing stories and novels specifically. My thoughts on him? He was pretty great. He was self-effacing but still confident, he spoke like someone who knew what he was talking about and altogether seemed to have his shit together.
The book of his I just finished is a short story collection, each taking place (I think) in Sanction County. Maybe it’s in North Carolina, I’m not sure it’s stated outright, actually, I wonder if it’s a real place…
Hang on…
When I search on Google it just brings up this book, so I guess it’s a fictional place. That’s good to know, it makes the stories seem more meta, you know? They’re all connected, as best I can tell, only by this location. And again, there may be a story or two that takes place elsewhere, I just didn’t pay that much attention to the locations in the stories until just now, after it’s all over and I’ve put the book away. Regardless, with that out of the way, what did I think about the actual content of this collection?
I’m glad you asked, future movie producer, this is pretty great. I tip my hat to the author because he clearly knows what he’s doing here. As a reader of things, I’ve noted my tastes have been changing over the past few years, and the more plot heavy books are starting to feel more paint-by-numbery to me nowadays. I’m starting to prefer, I think, slightly more literary tales. That isn’t to say that something with a million dollar concept isn’t awesome to me, but I’ve just noticed that I’m becoming more interested in the characters of the stories I’m enjoying than in the big explosions and endless pages of kung fu fights. Maybe I’m growing? Probably not.
Uh, so… this is, for me, something that is skirting the line of my tastes between being expertly written and overwritten. It’s a fine line, and one I’m no expert in. But much like porn, I get this little feeling in my gut when I come across something that I think crosses that line. The very first story in this collection (I forgot the title, again, I put the book away and don’t feel like going and looking it up) I thought was more in the overwritten camp, while the very last story of the anthology was in the expertly written realm. For the most part, the stories are fascinating and extremely well written. I’d complain that most of them ended in ways I didn’t quite feel worked, at least not for me. I just said, sorta (I did, you just have to read between the lines), that I don’t need all the plot threads wrapped up perfectly in my tales, but in the case here, I think I could have used a little more in that area.
I don’t know. If you think I’m being dumb about all this then please, stop reading, because I have a lot more dumb I can spew here. While I want the more literary and character richness I see here in spades, I also want a more plot-centric story too… I want it all. Not just two of the three.
That isn’t to say that there aren’t some really powerful stories here, the one with the guy who’s out to kill his brother’s wife, the aforementioned final story on the collection, were both masterpieces in my mind. I wouldn’t change a thing. But some of the other tales, yeah, they could have used a bit more. Maybe.
In all, I’m a fan of this author, and wish him well, I’m anxious to read his novel, if he can give as much characterization and fantastic prose as he did here, and combine it with a novel worthy plot, then we might have something very special for me to read in the near future.