Ashfall

My guilty pleasure has always been disaster stories.  I absolutely love them in any form.  I've seen Armageddon at least 20 times, The Core is one of my favorites, and I may be the only person out there who enjoys 2012.  My dad even bought me a collection of 'B' disaster movies for Christmas this year.  So when a friend recommended Ashfall, all she had to say was, "There's a supervolcano" and I was in.

I loved the whole story of this novel, and I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the trilogy (mostly, I'm hopeful that it doesn't pan out like other YA trilogies I haven't enjoyed lately, that would certainly be nice).

What's most interesting is that, as much as I liked this book, I don't have a ton to say about it.  It opens with the explosion of the supervolcano in Yellowstone National Park, a fictional event with absolutely true backstory and possibility.  The main character, Alex Halprin, is home alone in Cedar Falls, Iowa, when it blows, and the story unfolds as his trek across the state to find his family, who were on a vacation in northern Illinois at the time.  Along his way, he encounters plenty of post-apocalyptic dangers as well as makes a friend in Darla, a mechanical genius of a girl who eventually joins him on his journey east.

It's a well done story -- I kept expecting the standard encounter with the farmers who've been eating visitors that seems to show up in end-of-the-world narratives, but it never did, never fell into cliche as it could have easily done.  The characters seem fairly realistic, and more importantly, they are well-balanced to their situation.  The backstories -- Alex's taekwondo work and Darla's mechanical gifts -- fit their origins: Alex has been learning the martial art since he was a kid, and Darla grew up on a fairly isolated farm.  Neither seems forced, like Mullin decided those would be useful skills after a catastrophe and thus imposed them on his characters; instead, they feel organic, just hobbies of two people that ended up being more useful than their previous comfortable lives would have suggested.

Ashfall makes me want to read its sequels, ending on just the right enticing note to keep me going.  There isn't much I found overwhelmingly amazing about it, nothing where I was say you MUST go out and read this book immediately, but it is a good read.

What was incredibly entertaining was hearing this author speak.  My awesome school librarian had arranged for him to visit us, which inspired me to pick up the book, and after I enjoyed it so much, I made sure I took my students to hear him.   (Actually, several of my students asked if we could go see him before I had even heard about it. I was really proud.)

Mike Mullin proved to be a fabulous speaker.  He was very enthusiastic, running around before the presentation with a taekwondo board and grabbing students to break it.  After he goaded one of my students into breaking it, they then poked me until I tried it out -- it was pretty fun! :) With that kind of start, the kids were already involved, and Mullin clearly wanted those kids paying attention and talking to him.  He asked them questions and shouted and pulled volunteers,  all stuff that helps kids actually stay awake and listen to what he had to say. And his message was one that even I found inspiring -- all about the value of hard work, how taekwondo and writing and getting better at anything takes practice, and he even brings in some of the psychology of practice and how to become an expert at something.  Of course, he also talked a lot about supervolcanoes (which are super interesting!) and his novel, and at the end he even broke a concrete block!

I loved seeing him speak.  He comes across like such a fun, geeky writer-guy, someone who is so happy to be doing something he loves and sharing that enthusiasm with not only his fans but also just young people in general.  And he was inspirational even to me, reinforcing that sometimes-sagging motivation I experience to work toward my own goals.  I have to hope that my students were listening :)

Mullin actually broke a cement block during his presentation, as part of his taekwondo skill set. Awesome! 

As one student put it (after we'd gone to see him and were back in the classroom), "He's super engaging.  I wasn't bored at all!"  That's high praise coming from an 18-year-old.

Seeing a professional writer is a cool chance for my students.  Not at all of them care, and that's fine, but those who do can really benefit from the opportunity to see how writing can influence the real world, how English has value out in the real world.  Sometimes they get so caught up in the cycle of grades and colleges that they ignore the practical value of being able to think critically and analytically, of being able to think creatively and have fun with language.  It gets lost in the shuffle of credits and graduation, especially at the end of the year.  And it's something I don't want to get lost, something I try very hard to make sure doesn't get lost.  Thankfully, all it takes sometimes is 49 minutes with a professional like Mike Mullin to bring that all rushing back.

Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant

Divergent was a stunningly entertaining book and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.  The story utilizes a basic distopian future with a young adult narrator, but the sum of its parts is so much more than that.  (That is, until I read the rest of the trilogy, which I will get to.)

In this distopian future, the city -- really, the world, from the perspective of the novel -- stands divided into five factions, each with its own view on how to approach the world.  Amity wants peace, and thus their people face the world with a calm, cheerful manner at all times.  Erudite seeks knowledge, the home of scientists and researchers. Candor values honesty above all else, creating transparent if sometimes blunt people.  Dauntless values bravery and courage above all else, leading its people toward risks and adrenaline rushes. And Abnegation, the starting home of Tris Prior, displays selflessness, caring for the poor and the politics and putting their own lives last.

These factions generally do not interact; children choose their faction at 16 based on an aptitude test, sometimes staying in their original places, sometimes leaving their entire lives behind.  These aptitude tests show one result, meant to make choosing an easy decision. After they pass through initiation into their chosen factions, there might be some basic interaction of the groups, but overall one associates with their faction and none else.  There is one other group, the factionless, who remain on the edges of society like untouchables.  No one sees them, no one interacts with them -- other than Abnegation, who often care for them out of their desire to help others.  These groups create solid dividing lines in society, lines are aren't challenged or changed, or even questioned, for countless generations before Tris Prior shows up.

The symbols of the five factions

Born as Beatrice Prior, an Abnegation teenager who isn't sure of where she belongs, Tris has an interesting aptitude: she is Divergent, a test result meaning she could belong in multiple factions and one that is entirely closeted in this society.  Until Tris gets this result, she's never even heard of Divergence, nor has she heard of its inherent dangers. When someone doesn't fit, they are dangerous -- a thematic idea that's played out many times in literature and film (and one that is central to not only this book but the entire trilogy. More later.).  As a result of her results and her growing feelings of discontent in her Abnegation home, she elects to join Dauntless, a faction known for its courage and risk taking, not to mention its obsessions with tattoos, black, and coming to abrupt, relatively youthful ends.

Tris's experiences through Dauntless initiation comprise the majority of the book.  She struggles -- she is slim and short and not dangerous-looking in the slightest -- and her growth and improvement into a competent, brave fighter is slow.  And if you don't come out on top during initiation, you fail, thrown out into the wilderness beyond the factions to become one of the factionless, the untouchables.  So her situation has an element of desperation to it, a desperation compounded by her own desires to prove herself, to become something beyond her selfless roots.

As I read this book, my thoughts almost automatically went to The Hunger Games, and I'm sorry if that's too obvious.
There are many deep similarities to these two series, but ultimately they play out in different ways, especially in the first book.  Both novels have similar protagonists: teen girls who are tough, who aren't quite sure what to do with their emotions, who don't quite know their places in the world.  Both novels have a similar series arc: a distopian future, the ultimate overthrow of the system, the ideas of oppression (though not necessarily from the same sources.  Both novels focus on similar growth: protagonists finding strength in themselves, their hesitations with love, the absolutely fearless ideals they eventually subscribe to.  And of course neither novel offers the full background necessary to understanding the current societal situation, though both offer enough clues that the reader can piece together what's going on outside the main character's life.
But I find this situation, in Divergent, more understandable, more possible, and more in line what that I observe and understand in human nature.

Plus, I like Tris better.

Katniss, the lead character of The Hunger Games trilogy (for those who have been living in a total absence of current pop culture -- for which I would not blame you in the slightest), is a wholly good person.  I'm sure her potential as a role model accounts for at least a small amount of her incredible popularity.  She's worked for much of her life to support her family, sacrificing long hours and any semblance of a social life to take care of her mother and sister.  Katniss is definitely pissed about her lot in life -- a dead father, scraping together food to survive, a distant mother who struggles to care for her children -- but she also recognizes what she had to give up and why she had to do it.  While I enjoy the Hunger Games trilogy immensely, something about Katniss's perspective has always slightly annoyed me.  Just slightly.  Maybe because, while I might admire her steadfast devotion to her family, I find that, to me, people who are always good, people who always choose the right things regardless of circumstances, are not always fun to be around.  I suspect that this is simply because I am not inherently a good person, at least not in a selfless way, and so those types force me to acknowledge the weaknesses in my own character (something no one likes to do).  Don't get me wrong: I try to be a good person, and I believe that I succeed reasonably well.  And I really like this series and I do like Katniss; she's just not the most relate-able, realistic character for me.

Tris though is more real to me, probably because she's more like me and so her growth and changes can reflect what I may have wanted in another life (one where I was much more bad-ass, I should add).
Tris isn't sure of her place in the world; she finds herself wanting in regards to what those around her expect, and she wants a more exciting life than the one she currently has.  That is a position I have found myself in, especially the idea of a life beyond my current one.  And like Tris, I have learned how to make choices to move myself toward that life instead of living in slightly uncomfortable complacency.

In her growth, Tris finds a place inside herself where she is strong, where she can face her fears, where she can acknowledge the cruelty she sometimes finds there and where, interestingly enough, that cruelty can have a place.  She's not an overall cruel character; rather, she's a tough character, and as the novel ends she is starting to find the balance between that cruel edge within herself, the bravery she's learned as part of Dauntless (as she inevitably chooses), and the selflessness she was originally taught as part of Abnegation.  After all, people who can be truly brave often have to be just the slightest bit cruel in order to do what is necessary.
In a way, Tris is more of a role model type of character for me, especially in her continuing growth in Divergent.  I've never been one to have heroes like celebrities or athletes or entrepreneurs, but I do have an admiration for people and characters who are at peace with the multiple parts of themselves.  That peace is an incredibly hard thing to accomplish, something that I don't think a lot of people, myself included, can claim.  Tris certainly doesn't start here -- she must fight her way toward that kind of acceptance and peace -- but her movement toward that ideal is, to me, a much more realistic path that many walk.

I am not sure how this story will translate into a movie, just as I was unsure about the Hunger Games.  Frankly, I hated the first Hunger Games movie and still now have not seen the second one.  I disliked the crazy camera motion in order to keep the rating PG-13 instead of R (as the violence of the actual novel would necessitate), and I found the loss of the internal dialogue of Katniss's experiences made the movie feel empty.  Since Divergent is also told from that first person perspective, I am concerned about seeing the movie.  Tris's internal life is rich with her ideas, her struggles, her changing world and life.  If that gets cut and left behind, that will change the story.  So while I think the events of the novel would translate well, I'm not sure if the character will.

I'm also interested, from a more personal perspective, to see Tris's influence over pop culture.  The Hunger Games had such an incredibly teen following, and huge marketability, that immediately resulted in shirts and souvenirs and little mockingjay pins everywhere.  Divergent, and really the faction Dauntless within Divergent, is all about adventures and risk taking.  Their people, and Tris included, love tattoos and fighting and crazy adrenaline rushes, and those things tend to be frowned upon by the parents of many teens.  Some of Dauntless's ideals, such as facing your fears and deal with life's problems with courage, should be commended, and hopefully those will overshadow some of the more 'negative' things.  But I'm curious to see how the elements like the tattoos play out, especially if the movies attract the same audiences as The Hunger Games.  I'll be on the lookout for Divergent-themed tattoos in the coming year or two.

Thus ends my thoughts on Divergent.

Now, I want to think about its sequels: Insurgent and Allegiant.

I was not nearly as fond of these two sequels as I was of the first novel.

Less depth exists in these two novels combined than in the first.  The overarching themes -- those about cooperation and the division of people along semi-arbitrary lines -- certainly carry value, but those themes are overshadowed by the sad states of the stories themselves.

Insurgent, as valiantly named as it is, does little beyond fulfilling the necessary, predictable plot lines left at the end of Divergent, which ends on what I can only describe as a brilliant note.  The whole novel focuses so much on Tris's initiation into Dauntless and so little on the strife between the factions themselves that the ending twist -- that of Erudite using Dauntless as mind-controlled zombies to take down Abnegation -- comes as a complete surprise.  I'm usually pretty good at predicting endings, but this one blindsided me.

However, its eventual result in Insurgent was totally predictable, taking the series in a direction I was not happy with.
Just my opinion, of course :)

They are both big books, and so I'm going to summarize; in summarizing, I must simplify the plots a bit.  Events in the novel are more complicated when they are spread out over 400 pages, but sadly complications don't necessarily equate to complexity, and this story sags.

The basic gist of Insurgent is this: after Erudite uses the Dauntless to effectively wipe out Abnegation, there's a lot of turmoil amongst the factions, specifically over who should get involved and on which side.  While that turmoil distracts everyone, the factionless rise up and eventually take over Erudite.  Their aim is to eliminate factions entirely -- to destroy the system they were cut out of for so long.  And... that's basically the entire book.  Sure, there's a lot of smaller drama, and I've skipped over a few major moments in favor of keeping some mystery alive, but there's almost no depth to the story and very little character growth.  Instead, there are a lot of plot "loops" that are mildly interesting but serve no real purpose -- such as when Tris tries to sacrifice herself to end a mind-control threat from Erudite.  She turns herself in to Jeanine Mathews, the villain from the first novel, and after some experimentation and the like, Erudite decides to kill her.  Her friends from Dauntless and Abnegation break her out at the last moment, and she ends up back exactly where she started before she turned herself in.  There's no progress, and instead the incident serves to create useless conflict between Tris and her brother, Caleb.  And without progress in a story, getting through the final book in the trilogy proved to be quite a feat.

At the very end of Insurgent, Tris, Tobias/Four, and the rest of their group manage to escape the city and head out into the world beyond their own. They are soon picked up by the people outside the city -- thanks to the constant hinting, the reader knew there was someone out there, even if no one has any idea who that might be.  They abandon the city and the factions and factionless, most clearly in an attempt to move beyond their conflicts but also in a "seek and ye shall find" kind of search for answers about their history.

There is where the final book, Allegiant, picks up.

Allegiant opens with such a sudden change in style that I want to warn readers off once again:

I'm going to ruin the ending of the series here. Seriously, don't read on if you don't want to know.  

This entire series has been written in 1st person, from Tris's perspective.  Now, suddenly, Allegiant is written from a 1st person dual perspective, switching back and forth between Tris and Tobias. There's no reason for this switch -- the story has progressed just fine from Tris's perspective til now -- except one: Tris is going to die.  The story must be able to go on, and if an author kills a first person narrator, that's not possible.

I can't really say I was surprised; as the story progresses, Tris becomes ever more self-righteous, and in distopia stories, that often leads to death (usually through some form of self-sacrifice). In doing so, I find her more grating; as she becomes less a person and more a paragon of doing the right thing, she becomes less admirable and more unrealistic.

Tobias's perspective gives the final novel of this trilogy a little more depth, especially given he and Tris's growing relationship.  However, it's often hard to tell who is talking; they're living in the same areas, dealing with the same enemies and conflicts, so not much of the story really differs no matter who you are reading.  Some subplots, like Tobias's involvement in a radical underground group, do add more to one perspective over another, but the switching still gets confusing.

The plot of the final book revolves around a discrimination story: those who are genetically perfect, the Divergent of the factions, and those who are genetically damaged, a leftover of the wars of previous generations.  Those previous generations, at it turns out, include us -- America, and much of the world, descended into war and eventually took to genetic modification in an attempt to fix things and continue valued traits.  When things continued to get worse, and with a rapidly dwindling population, the government decided to test out different living situations to heal those who are genetically 'damaged.'  One of these situations is that of the factions in Tris's city.

Out in the real world, the government basically monitors those in the cities, but those who are genetically damaged are considered inferior to those who are genetically perfect.  The damaged are also blamed for society's past problems -- their deficiencies caused the wars and violence and pretty much any other social problem out there.  So now, they can only hold the crappy jobs, and they are routinely and casually discriminated against.  This includes the facility where Tris and Tobias end up.

Once there, and once the truth is revealed, Tris spearheads the movement to accept those who are damaged, in the face of the genetically perfect people who have rescued them and run the facility.  That's the central conflict, but with lots of little tendrils of plot branching off.

This basic idea works pretty well as a foundation; it's a discrimination story, about judging people for who they are on the inside and not for things they can't control.  While I find it a little too heavy-handed, it does make sense as a young adult theme (don't forget that Tris is only 16, and Tobias 18).  I suspect that my seniors, who are pretty well educated people by this point, would probably pick up at it at least, but they may not dislike it the way I do.  The themes certainly can seem universal, seem poignant, but it's such an overdone concept to me that I'm not interested anymore. No one is trying to convince me we all need to live in harmony and treat each other fairly; I already wholeheartedly believe that.

I know that discrimination is still such an issue.  Even today, problems based in discrimination -- like gay rights -- still arise, and I know that they need to be dealt with.  But it just seems silly to still be arguing about; people understand that discrimination is wrong, even when they still do and believe in it.  No matter what, the dislike and mistrust of difference is essential to the human condition, and so it will never disappear even when everyone does agree it's wrong.

Ultimately, I'm just sick of having this message shoved in my face, especially from a novel that I did not particularly enjoy. Frankly, George Takei makes the same point in much more clever ways on a near-daily basis on Facebook, and that hits home just as well.

I do love talking to my students about books, which is one reason I love teaching seniors: They're learning how to think right about now.  They have ideas and opinions and it's so neat to discuss those things with them when something, like this series, really gets under their skin.  One student in particular always has great insights into novels, and I always love discussing books with her.  She mentioned  that, in a future with a minimal population and lots of trouble with basic survival, the idea of the government dividing people into independent cities with no knowledge of each other seems pretty unrealistic.  I hadn't thought about it in that way, but she does have a good point, and that's just some of what rubs my wrong about the end of this series.

Overall, the later two novels simply don't carry out the promise of the first.  The uniqueness and abilities in Divergent did not continue into Insurgent and Allegiant. It's not that I hated the trilogy; I was just disappointed by it.

As I reflect back on the entire series -- ignoring how bored I was by Insurgent, abandoning my struggle with the teenage-driven themes of Allegiant, trying to focus on how much I loved Divergent -- I have to think of a classic quote from Abraham Lincoln: "A house divided against itself cannot stand."

This is one of my favorite quotes.  I don't think about it often, mostly just on election night or when something really stupid happens and both political parties jump to lay blame.  But these novels bring it back to the surface. When people separate themselves, however meaningfully or arbitrarily, everyone suffers.  The inherent necessity of cooperation allows for survival, perhaps the most mature theme to come out of this series.  Four/Tobias tries to remind Tris of this occasionally throughout the series, but the message is more prominent in the first book.  And no matter how I feel about them all, it does ring true.  When we refuse to acknowledge the value that others bring to the table, we are all lost.

As a final thought: I'm sorry this post took me so long to publish. I've got another in the works from a book I read back in February, and then I should be updating regularly again when the school year ends in a few weeks.  Thanks for your patience; maybe go read just Divergent in the meantime. :)

Looking for Alaska

Let me preface this by first saying that obviously I enjoy John Green.  When I wrote about The Fault in Our Stars, I could not keep myself from giving away just about every little secret, and I suspect that this post will be the same.  Looking for Alaska is only the second John Green novel I've ever read, but I suspect that it will not be the last.

My younger brother gave me a copy of The Fault in Our Stars for Christmas this year, and when he gave it to me, he made an interesting observation.  Like me, my brother is an avid reader and he'll read just about anything -- but apparently, John Green is not for him.  He tried and just could not read The Fault in Our Stars, but apparently his female roommates are just in love with not only that book, but all of John Green's novels.  When I mentioned that I was reading Looking for Alaska, he just rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, that's their favorite one," his tone suggesting that there was no way he could get it.

I'm surprised by this, honestly.  I mean, I have no surprise that his female friends love these books, especially given how much I enjoy them, but I am surprised that he couldn't get into a Green novel.  Here's why: a LOT of Green's main characters are teenage males, and obviously Green is a male author himself.  But my brother, a nice, smart, and relatively emotionally attuned guy who is not too far out of high school yet, found no points of connection with Green or his characters.  I'm not sure what to make of this.  Since this conversation, I've wondered if perhaps I should talk to my students about how they respond to Green's work or ask my librarian if many boys check out his books.  Maybe my brother's aversion to the novel stems from the stereotyping of American males -- they are still often taught to bottle up emotions, a lesson that comes from more than just parents in our society.  Maybe the frankness of the emotions as Green writes them are too much to deal with or are too real and suppressed.  I don't honestly know, and it's especially confusing to me because my brother and I are fairly close; I know he's not emotionally suppressed, nor does he have trouble expressing cares or grief or any other major emotional player in a John Green novel.  Ultimately my only answers are just pure speculation, but I am curious nonetheless.

I don't feel that I'm really giving anything away here (the symbolism of the snuffed candle on the book cover is pretty heavy-handed), but nonetheless: I'm going to spoil part of the book in this post. If you don't want me to, despite all the clues Green himself lays, stop reading now.

The main character of Looking for Alaska, Pudge (aka Miles, so nicknamed Pudge thanks to his super-skinny figure), starts the novel by attempting to change his life.  He moves to a boarding school, away from his traditional but boring high school, leaving to seek what he calls "a Great Perhaps."  He wants something beyond his average existence, and he certainly gets it.

Life at Culver Creek Preparatory High School could be boring, but not with friends like the ones Pudge finds.  The Colonel, Pudge's roommate, instantly adds drama to Pudge's life, and the introduction of Alaska Young only heightens that drama.   Pudge develops an instant crush on Alaska, a crush that can't be realized since she has a college boyfriend.  But that doesn't stop the friendship that grows, and Pudge becomes one of the gang before long.  He learns the underlying rules of the school, and he develops loyalties that are deeper than anything else he's experienced in his life.

Pudge is happy, at least for the most part.  His intelligence is above average and often piqued by challenges that put off his friends -- challenges like his religion teacher's off-the-wall ideas about religion's place in civilization.  Exploring the world is right up Pudge's alley, and he does his best, but he usually ends up spending more of his time playing pranks with his friends.  He is more functional than many of his peers, many of whom drink or smoke themselves silly or struggle in their personal relationships.  Pudge is a character of depth, that much is for sure; in fact, even as I enjoyed getting to know him, I wondered at times if perhaps Green had written him too well, too wise and reasonable to be realized as the mere high schooler he is.

Sometimes while reading I wondered if he was quite real, and then I watched Alaska die.

Any novel (or at least the good ones) that deals with death, especially the death of someone close to the main character, must deal with the five stages of death and grief.  In order to earn the respect of a reader, the author must demonstrate that rudimentary understanding and application of psychology, lest someone cry foul when they read it.  But even with that in mind -- knowing that I'm expecting that Pudge will go through each one, knowing that the stages change order and repeat and move about, knowing from sadly personal experience what makes those stages real -- even with all of this in mind, Alaska Young's death feels real, like I too was her friend.

Part of what makes us human is how we deal with death, and the characters here are no exception.  Sadly, I have watched too many teens deal with death -- a close friend lost her father when we were only 16, and my district and students experienced the very sudden loss of three students at the beginning of this year.  We all experience the same horror, the same disbelief, when death occurs, and we all travel through those stages.  Death is a part of life, and its handling is an important part of what makes us human.

Sometimes, like Pudge and the Colonel, we struggle immensely with the 'why' of death.  Alaska's death leaves an enormous "why" behind: the boys honestly don't know what happened, why she drove off in such a hurry in the middle of the night, how she didn't see the cop car she fatally collided with, what the white tulips in the passenger seat mean.  The second half of the book is their investigation into Alaska's death, and it chronicles not only their discoveries but also their struggles with denial, with anger, with mind-numbing depression.  Like many teen boys, Pudge and the Colonel sometimes face death by taking their lives into their hands.  This is the stereotypical teen reaction: I am invincible, so even in the face of loss, I am not going to back down.  They do crazy things, and sometimes I had to step away to process just how dumb they are being. (This feeling is familiar as a teacher, but nevertheless, I don't enjoy it.)  But at other times, they make decisions that are heartfelt and warm and filled with reverence for their friend.  It's a moving and heart-wrenching thing to witness, but an impressive accomplishment for John Green as an author.

With all of the crazy behavior of this novel, I have to wonder at the comparison between this novel's high school existence and my own.  This is a common thought for me; as a high school teacher, I see crazy teenage behavior literally constantly. In fact, just today I watched multiple students receive gigantic out-of-school suspensions for drug-related issues.  And while that may be an extreme example, and I certainly have never regretted my decision to forgo drug use in any form, I do sometimes wonder if my high school experience wasn't quite normal. Some tiny part of me reads a book like this, watches my students do these crazy things, and wonders, Should I have been doing stuff like this, partying like this, before? when I was that age?

In Looking for Alaska, that crazy life seems to be what Pudge is seeking.  He had a relatively boring high school life before he moved to boarding school, with boring school-only friends and not much happening on really any level (or so the exposition of the novel would make it seem).  When he finds friends, especially those who are smoking and drinking and having lots of sex and stuff like that, he's happy. He doesn't necessarily engage in all those behaviors, but he obviously wants to engage in some (like sex) and experiments with others (drinking and smoking, just to name two).  And he immerses himself in friendships that revolve around those vices; if Alaska and the Colonel aren't drinking or smoking, it's a rare scene.

This is Alaska's justification for smoking while studying for a pre-calc test: the cigs might kill her, but dammit, she'll be able to do calculus.  

Is this what high school was supposed to be like?? Did I miss some crucial jumping off point for parties and drinking and smoking somehow? Despite all the evidence, I have to doubt it. Watching my students get in trouble, watching some of them lose a lot just to experience these things, tells me no. And really, how much I loved high school tells me no as well.  I really did genuinely enjoy my high school experience -- I realize that's a fairly common sentiment in American society, one that can be symptomatic of an inability to let go of the "glory days" of being 16-18.  But that's not what I'm trying to express; I have no desire to repeat or go back to high school. I enjoyed my experiences though.  I had a lot of fun playing around in the theatre department and poetry magazines, being challenged by savvy teachers and writing crazy arguments that were probably less awesome than I thought. I had a lot of fun meeting some of my best friends and ultimately dating the man who became my husband.

But if I could, would I change any of that, exchange it for parties and drinking and all that crazy stuff that Pudge and the Colonel and Alaska seem to find so crucial? No.  I know this is related to the kind of person I am, but still: I wonder about why this is the mainstream picture of high school that we so commonly receive.  I wonder if, indeed, people's high school experiences were actually like this, or if this is just a projection of what we all assume high school should have been, even if we didn't actually get it.

Final Note: I know this post jumps around a bit, and for that I'm sorry. It took me a long time to process and write, and so the transitions became a little rough out of thinking and necessity.

Joyland

Stephen King has long been one of my favorite authors, so it's really no surprise to me that I enjoyed one of his latest novels, Joyland.  The variety of King's writing always stuns me: He writes horror, fantasy, sci-fi, realism, epics, true crime, and more, and all feel just as real as my everyday life.  This realism stems from what I think of as a "full color" background to each novel, instead of a plain white background.

Let me explain: Many of the novels I read have what I think of as plain white backgrounds.  The back-story of each character, of each town, of each event and each setting -- most of them are left unexplained.  The necessary details, the ones that affect the story being told, are included, but the unnecessary details, the ones that are often unique and defining, are not.  This doesn't mean that those books are poorly written or lacking (some of my favorite books use this "plain white" background style). Those books are just a tiny bit less vibrant.  What I've come to realize is that often this usually isn't even noticeable until compared with a "colored" background book, a book by a master like Stephen King.

Every one of King's books that I've enjoyed has this "colored" background (some of his books I despise, just for the record), and Joyland is no exception.  The town the novel is set in has a history, one more detailed than that college town where I went to school.  Each character, no matter how large or small, has details to make them come to life.  The grouchy old ride operator has psoriasis so badly on his hands that he must wear leather gloves all the time.  The main character's librarian housemate is practicing for a Scrabble tournament.  And Devin Jones, the main character himself, is writing from an older age, one complete with a career and family and the myriad of details that make up a life.

King has a tendency to write as a much older first person narrator, one who is looking back on the events of the novel.  I first noticed this when I read The Green Mile long ago -- which I really should re-read, now that I think about it -- and it remains a style that I enjoy in his books.  Maybe it's the perspective that those narrators can then offer to the events, or just that cozy feeling of being told this story and knowing that some things, at least, turned out okay.  In any case, I enjoy it, and I find that this style contributes to King's ability to write beautiful, vivid, and endearing characters.

I'm never totally sure if I absolutely love King's characters or if I just really, deeply admire the ability demonstrated in their creation.  Sometimes, definitely, I love the characters of a novel (see: The Dark Tower series).  Sometimes, I hate their guts (see: Flagg and his men in The Stand).  But sometimes, like here in Joyland, I like the characters but I more than anything else just admire how human they truly are.  Nothing feels stock about the characters in Joyland, and again it goes back to the details of each character.  They are real.  The heartache Devin deals with, the friendliness as he passes a family on a beach that gradually morphs into true friendship, the 'carney' people who populate Joyland's employee ranks -- everything is real.  There are just so few books I can say that about, so few books where I don't have to put it aside just once and go, "huh, that's a weird thing for them to do" or "that's really unrealistic," that I have to exalt it when I find one.

The plot of Joyland could almost be considered quiet; it's there, but it's really more in the background, surfacing occasionally to move forward.  That story -- solving the murder of a young woman within the grounds of the Joyland theme park -- is interesting and compelling and I definitely wanted to know what happened.  But the novel itself is more about the development that Devin Jones goes through, his own coming of age/growing up type of story and what happens to him as it unfolds

In a lot of ways, this is like life: you don't necessarily realize something is important to the direction of your life until it is. You don't necessarily see all the background and build up to your own life events.  Maybe if you are extraordinarily reflective, or good at putting the pieces together, or that special kind of talented where you look at chaos and see the patterns, then maybe you see how your life comes together.  The rest of us... well, life can surprise us.

And of course, like all good mystery novels, Joyland contains a pretty solid twist.  The way King inserts this twist into the novel is quite interesting: As the novel begins, the background of the murder comes out, as one character tells its chilling tale to Devin.  As I read, I started to put pieces together, and there are enough clues scattered throughout that I knew there was a twist coming, I even knew that Devin was going to figure out who the murderer was and all that.  But what was so masterful was that I didn't see the twist ITSELF coming -- I didn't put together who the murderer was and how they are/are not already embedded into Devin's life and thus the story itself.  I won't give anything away. I just want to admire the talent and, truly, the restraint on King's part not to make the twist more obvious.

Joyland also contains a slight intrusion of the psychic world, a hint of power just beyond our world, just a touch of it.  I include this because I find it an integral part of Stephen King's writing, one that seems more universal in his works than the horror he's known for.  People don't realize just how normal his writing can sometimes be, instead overshadowed by Carrie and Dreamcatcher and Cujo.  But much of what I've read (which I can't claim to be even close to all of it) has a more simple supernatural feel, one that's present but not overpowering.  That simplicity makes that psychic world seem almost possible -- if there were things like psychics and ghosts and such in our world, if all those incidences of the 'unexplained' were really indicative of something greater out there, this quietness would be how it would manifest.

Of course, I have no way of knowing if that's true -- people do claim to see ghosts or be psychics and so on, and I am not the person to prove them wrong.  But for now, my own interactions with the supernatural are generally limited to novels like this.

I really enjoyed Joyland and I think many other Stephen King fans will as well.  Frankly, due to its murder-mystery plot, I think a lot of non-King fans would probably enjoy this novel too.

The Book Thief

I almost didn't finish this book.  I started it around Labor Day, and after about 100 pages, I got really bored with it. I wasn't drawn into this world, I wasn't into the characters or the plot or anything about it, and I even found the unique narrator boring.  So I put it down; it sat on an end table in my living room for over a month.

Finally, feeling guilty because my librarian, who is an awesome human being who does so many good things for my students, had recommended it and said it was her most favorite book on the planet, I picked it back up.  I was going to finish this book!

I still couldn't read it.  I only got about 30 more pages in before it was dropped on my desk at school, unfinished and still unimpressive.

Then one day just before Thanksgiving, in walked one of my students -- a nice kid, but kind of a slacker: she doesn't do much homework, doesn't turn in essays, and especially does not like to read.  I can get her to focus generally for about 35 mins of a 49 minute period.  She took one look at the "I am currently reading..." sign on my door, the sign that had said The Book Thief for almost two months, and said this: "OMG, The Book Thief is my favorite book OF ALL TIME. I normally don't like to read at all, and it's a really long book, but I LOVED IT."

I was hesitant.  "It's kind of boring," I told her. "I'm not really into it and I'm around page 150 of 500."

"It gets so much better," she insisted.  And that was it -- if this slacker kid who hated Language Arts could read this book and not only enjoy it but love it, I was in. I had to finish it.

And I did. While I can safely say it's not my favorite book of all time, my student was right: it did get better, and it did turn out to be quite good.

First: It's a Holocaust book, there is no getting around that.  By "a Holocaust book," I mean that it's a World War II book that's not about soldiers and involves Jewish people/the Holocaust in some way.  (In my experience, that seems to be all that defines a Holocaust book to modern culture. See: The Reader.) But The Book Thief is an important Holocaust book, much more so than The Reader (which I happen to despise, though I know I'm in the minority).

Told from the perspective of Death, this novel tells the story of a poor German family living under Hitler. This perspective gives the subject matter a somewhat-new life; the whole War gains a kind of sympathy that isn't often present from the German side.  The main character, Liesel Meminger, is a young girl of about ten whose brother died and mother left her with the Hubermann family in an attempt to give her a better life.  At the scene of her brother's death, Liesel's book-stealing antics attract the attention of Death, a surprisingly serene presence within the novel.

As the story unfolds, it gradually gains in complications and depth, though it never quite got to that "can't put it down" level for me.  Liesel's foster family is of course anti-Hitler/Nazi (her family hides a Jewish man in their basement for over a year, for example), but in the quiet way that characterizes many Holocaust stories.

Like I've said, this was not my favorite book.  But I understand why it's a popular book, why it's a valuable book.  That slightly different perspective provides a level of realism that I don't often find in these Holocaust books.  I know it sounds terrible, but not every WWII Holocaust book can be about people hiding others from the Nazis.  The Diary of Anne Frank did it first, and truly did it best because that was the truth.  The more novels that capitalize on the destruction of a people, the more it seems like just taking advantage of a tragedy. So many seem forced, seem like they're there just to cover the territory.  I don't like that, which is probably why I don't like reading that style of novel.

But this novel feels real.  The characters Zusak has created in Liesel, in her quiet foster father Hans, in her overbearing foster mother Rosa, in her devoted neighbor Rudy, all of them comes to life from this book.  The events are not particularly engaging, at least not for me, but the characters are beautifully rendered.  Each time Rudy begs Liesel for a kiss, I cheer him on. Each time Hans manages to scrounge another book from his meager wages, my heart breaks for his poor family. Every time Liesel steals another book, I bite my nails waiting to see if she gets caught.  They all take care of each other, they find ways to cheer themselves and others up, they live their lives in ways that feel so real.  There was nothing I could do to keep from falling in love with these characters.

In addition, though I won't ruin the twists or endings of this novel (as there are several), I will say this: the ends of this book are just as realistic as the characters.  The narrator (Death, remember?) hints at the end long before the reader gets there, and there are no happy endings.  There is no "we were secretly fine" ending (trust me, when you read the book, you'll know that from the beginning).

Their stories are so real, so focused on individual moments, so like the actual world, that I was indeed drawn into them.

Both the most interesting and more disappointing part of this novel is its narrator, Death.  Really, he (she? unknown) is just another character in the novel; he is one of the few first person semi-omniscient narrators I've encountered.  Most first person narrators don't see much beyond their own worlds, but offer depth into themselves -- hence the choice to have a first person narrator.  But Death is somewhat omniscient; he can see around the world, so he can see into the interactions of people and their consequences.  The only thing he cannot understand are humans, their emotions and how they interact.  He watches Liesel, the book thief, in order to learn about those things he cannot understand.

Death provides an interesting addition to this story of perspectives.  He is obsessed with colors; they trigger the deep memories he carries of all the horror humans have inflicted upon each other.  His ideas are largely questions and observations, thoughts he is playing with as he tries to make sense of the world he watches over.  And his interest in this one person, this book thief, brings a powerful serenity to the idea of death, even as Death watches Liesel's world self-destruct under World War II.

As he says at the end, Death is haunted by humans.

Perhaps I will enjoy the movie more than the book.  That's not a common occurrence for me, but a lot of people around me want to see the movie, so perhaps I will tag along.  If the movie-makers can translate the depth of the characters to the screen, if it can include the power of Death and his narration, then it will be a success.

The Magicians

I both liked and disliked The Magicians. Some elements, like the plot and the magic and the setting, I loved, while other elements, most significantly the characters, I almost hated.  Frankly, I am thoroughly confused by my reaction to this novel, and by how my reaction changes as time passes, so I will attempt to figure things out as I go.

The start of the book has an almost Harry Potter-esque feel to it: a kid, dissatisfied with his own life, finds his way into a magical academy where his hopes for a better life can come true.  However, that's about all the two have in common, and that I am thankful for. (Don't get me wrong -- I like HP just fine. I just don't want to see it re-done.)

Quentin Coldwater is an unhappy teenager -- he wants something better out of life, something more like his favorite fantasy land, Fillory.  When he stumbles onto Brakebills Academy, a magical college for talented students, he is overjoyed: not only is magic real, but he has the opportunity to study it!  The problem is that Quentin is not a particularly happy or optimistic person; instead, he's whiny, self-centered, and only occasionally pleasant.  Overall, he is not a fun character to follow through a novel, and that's where my issues with this book begin.

In addition to this character being unpleasant, the magic in the book is startlingly real.  It takes hard work, and lots of it to master the magic of this novel.  The spells are complex, each needs special meteorological and geographic circumstances along with complicated  incantations and hand motions to work, there are about a million rules and exceptions and edicts to check, and on top of that, it doesn't always work.  And to tell the truth: I love it.  This makes the magic seem so real, if that makes any sense.  The Magicians makes magic a skill, not a talent, and like all skills it must be practiced and cultivated before it's any good.  It's awesome.

Quentin does not agree.

Quentin wants life to be easy. Quentin wants magic to be magic, not work. And Quentin wants to be happy.  The problem for him is that happiness is his goal, and it eludes him the more he focuses on it.  First, he thinks studying magic will make him happy.  It's such a huge change from his average high school life before Brakebills that it must be able to make him happy.  And it works -- for a little while.  After a year or two, that happiness fades, so Quentin gets involved with his friend Alice. At first, they make a great couple, and for a while Quentin is indeed happy.  But eventually that fades too.  Quentin is desperately waiting for Alice to make him happy, rather than putting any effort into making himself happy.  Instead, it's her job.  She even calls him on it at one point, saying that she can't be responsible for his happiness.  When he finally discovers that Fillory is real, he wants to escape, to explore and never have any responsibilities and finally be happy. It never works.  The cycle repeats over and over, and never once does he stay happy.

Happiness is Quentin's goal, just as it is the goal of so many Americans.  But the problem with happiness as a goal is that it is ultimately unattainable.  Sure, you can try to be happy, but if that's the only reason you're doing something, then it won't work for long.  Happiness is a byproduct of living your life -- if you do things you enjoy, if you associate with people who boost you up, if you find a job or a hobby that energizes you, you will end up happy because your choices make you happy.  And on top of that, you can simply choose to be happy -- that may be most telling: when you can choose to be happy in the face of adversity, then perhaps you are truly happy.  Quentin doesn't realize what a lot of other people don't realize: Life sucks sometimes, and the only way around it is to make the choice to be happy in spite of it.

My life isn't perfect, just like everyone else.  I am fortunate: I have a wonderful husband, a job that I enjoy, and a warm house with plenty of food and Internet access.  Supposedly, under the American Dream point of view, these things should make me happy.  Fine.  There are sucky things about my life too: my family is a little crazy, my job is incredibly stressful, and sometimes our budget runs out before the end of the month. It happens, and by the American Dream point of view, these things should make me unhappy.

But they balance each other out, in terms of my happiness, leaving me in neutral territory. From my perspective, I create my happiness. I am responsible for my own happiness. Sure, the choices I make influence that happiness, but ultimately it is up to me.  I choose to be happy every day, despite whatever setbacks I experience. Living my life makes me happy; the ability to make choices, to control my own destiny, to fill my life with both extraordinary and mundane adventures, makes me happy.

No one in my life is responsible for my happiness, a mistake that Quentin makes, a mistake that is made by so many people.  American culture is designed to spend time intent on happiness as a goal: I will do X, Y, and Z so I can be happy all the time.  But in doing that, people forget to live their lives.  Happiness is the lucky byproduct of how we conduct ourselves in our lives; the choice to be happy is the most crucial choice there is.

The misconception that happiness means being happy all the time, that being happy means there are no highs and lows, leads to some major problems within American culture.  There are so many issues that relate on some level -- divorces, drinking issues, social media's influence, etc -- that I don't want to talk about, nor do  I have the expertise to discuss.  But there are so many smaller issues that are just as important, issues like the mental health struggles that so many Americans deal with and the plagues of boredom, over-medication, unhappiness, and therapy that pervade our culture.

The article "How to Land Your Kids in Therapy" by psychologist Lori Gottlieb explains this phenomenon far better than I ever could, but her main point revolves around the plague of unhappiness that faces America.  A fellow teacher handed me this article as a resource for teaching an essay style, and it's become an article that my students and I discuss in depth; they are largely the youth that the article discusses, those kids who grow up with everything and so feel vaguely, uncertainly, unhappy in their adult lives.  This discussion often becomes something akin to therapy session with my students, one that I am happy to facilitate in an effort to show them the choice to be happy.  It is also an article that just happens to agree with my worldview, which of course inherently boosts my admiration for it. I would encourage everyone to read it (in fact I often offer it out to parents and other adults I encounter who complain about the up-and-coming generation of kids I am teaching); let it be said that the psychology of this article not only explains these kids, but also adds a layer of depth to the character of Quentin Coldwater, depth that his spoiled, unhappy personality is currently lacking.

In a way, I think this obsession with happiness that Quentin struggles with feeds into a lot of his behavior.  Within the novel, he and his friends seem to spend essentially all their time drinking; there is little time set aside for actual conversation or connection (other than sexual ones).  It's not casual, enjoying a beer, drinking -- it's hardcore, drinking to get drunk, binge drinking.  Quentin never wants to deal with his life, even when he's so close to being happy with Alice.  Instead, he drinks, and drinks a lot -- he celebrates with booze, he commiserates with booze, and so on.

I haven't done the necessary research, so I can only speculate. But I wonder if that same thing happens in American culture today.  Binge drinking remains a massive problem for high school and college age students today, and while I understand that part of this stems from kids trying to get as much alcohol into them as fast as possible, I wonder how much of it goes deeper than that.  How many people out of all the people out there who drink a lot, are drinking to deal with some other problem? Even a minor one? I don't have an answer, but I'm curious about it.  

I realize I'm making it sound like this book is all bad and that Quentin never studies or works hard or does anything at all, and that's not true.  Remember back at the beginning: I actually like this novel.  The more I think about this novel, the more depth I find it in and the more I like it.  But there are so many issues here that I feel like I can't ignore and I'm enjoying myself writing about this book.

So I'm going to make a hard left and go back into the book.

I've noticed an odd pattern in novels and romantic comedies: A couple is unhappy.  Rather than admitting it and breaking up, somebody cheats.  This naturally upsets the other partner, who then cheats with someone else to get back at the first partner. Once they both figure out what's happened, the duality brings them back together -- they still love each other! -- and they can then work out their issues -- as if this has somehow made the cheating better.  Have another pina colada, as the song says.

Speaking as someone who has never cheated nor been cheated on, I have no idea if this actually plays out in such a way in real life.  I imagine it does -- that urge for revenge always seems to come up when someone wrongs you, and anger doesn't mix well with quality thinking. So the idea of cheating to get back at a cheater makes perfect sense, as does the idea of unity through shame when both partners feel shitty about what they did. That emotional combination plays out in so much of human activity that I have no doubt that it extends to sexual escapades.

But there are still confusing elements to it.  That emotional mix-up can only happen if two people still actually care about each other, like Quentin and Alice. They love each other, but they have trouble dealing with each other -- so to manage it, instead of talking, they just fuck other people.  If they actually hated each other, they'd just break up, or cheat and never once feel bad (or kill each other, if CSI is to be believed).  I also wonder if this phenomenon works primarily when the original cheater did so "accidentally," again like Quentin -- he wasn't intending to sleep with Janet, he just does out of opportunity and alcohol.  He kind of has an excuse, though not a good one.  (This does make me think of The Big Bang Theory though: "The implication being that you somehow slipped and fell into her lady parts?" as Sheldon would say. It's an accident, but a wildly avoidable one.) But he still cares about Alice, and she obviously cares about him or she wouldn't try to get back at him by sleeping with Penny.

Hm.  I'm not sure how much sense that made.

There is a sequel to The Magicians -- it's called The Magician King, and from what I can tell it picks up right where the first book leaves off.  I'm not sure yet if I'm going to read it.  I liked The Magicians, but I also kind of really disliked it.  And (SPOILER!) Grossman killed off my favorite character, so I'm not honestly sure I want to read a story without that person.  Oddly enough though, I hear that the second book is quite a bit better than the first, so perhaps I will suck it up and go read it after all.

World War Z

World War Z is a scary book.  I am honestly a little terrified by the potential for a future like the one in this novel.

First and foremost: the novel is absolutely, horrifically nightmare-inducing.  I couldn't read it within an hour or two of going to bed because I was too scared of what my dreams might turn into; I already have a vivid imagination, so I didn't need whatever severed limbs and still-hungry torsos that had been crawling around the novel coming after me in my sleep, thank you. I have to say that I did love that sensation though.  It's been a long time since I read a good, scary novel that made me afraid to close my eyes.

Along those lines, I do want to see the movie.  I'm sure it'll be terrifying -- I plan to watch it in my living room, in the middle of a sunny afternoon, possibly with a blanket over my face.  But I do still want to watch it.  I had to read the book first, of course, and now I've heard that the people who made the movie kinda went, "the hell with the book!" and did whatever they wanted -- hence the fast zombies and the storyline and all that new stuff.  I'm sure it's rated R, and it's probably supposed to be the highest R rating there can be before it goes over; the violence is unbelievable and never-ending, the gore is insane, and like I said before, the terror level is sheer nightmare fodder.  But still. I want to see the movie.

As a fan of zombie-horror, I love that Max Brooks doesn't even try to explain the science behind his zombies.  He of course takes the subject extremely seriously (more on that later), but he never once goes into the question of how, exactly, the zombies came back to life and remained functional and all those other poorly answered questions that pervade zombie lore.  Instead, he just ignores it -- which makes everything fantastically simple.  So much of what bogs down zombie movies and books is the science of what happened: it's really a rage virus that keeps their adrenaline pumping which keeps their legs moving, or as long as they still have a brain stem, the electrical charge keeps their muscles moving and their senses looking for brains, or some other theory that falls apart at the slightest, often non-scientific probing that even an English major like me can offer.

I get it. There are lots of possibilities -- 28 Days Later has zombies who can run; Left for Dead has zombies that puke (Boomers), zombies with super long tongues (Smokers), ambush zombies (Hunters), etc.; Resident Evil has the rage virus (at least at the beginning). I don't need yet another one, and thankfully Brooks didn't seem interested in providing one. Instead, he just ignores it, doesn't even gloss over it with any kind of "no one knows" speculation, nothing. It's as if none of the characters in his novel ever gave it a second thought -- which makes sense, given how fast the epidemic spread and how all-consuming it was. I should note that my husband, a zombie aficionado, was absolutely thrilled to hear that this novel didn't even try to explain it; apparently even super-nerds get sick of all the possibilities and bogus science.

However, despite my admiration of Brooks' handling of the science, I did find his attitude toward the topic itself a little strange.  And here's why: Brooks treats this novel and its events as if they are 100% true, as if this is guaranteed to be the future of our world.

I realize this is an odd complaint -- the novel is fiction, of course, and all good novels treat their topics as real because otherwise the story just won't work.  But there is something about the tone of this book, something so serious and real and terrifying that I just have to point it out.  There is not a shred of information to suggest that this story is made up, and frankly, if you didn't know better, you might actually think it could be true.  (Brooks' other book, The Zombie Survival Guide, is just like this as well -- complete with multiple accounts of zombie attacks throughout history.) I find myself wondering what inspires that kind of attitude toward your work -- is this Brooks' desire to make this story feel real? Is he trying to build hype? I have no idea, but I find it both awesome and unsettling.

This novel also highlights how Americans are viewed worldwide, a perspective I both enjoyed and found extremely disheartening.  Since the novel is a conglomeration of stories from people around the world, there are many stories that aren't from an American perspective; in fact, the majority are not.  This style makes the most sense for this story: we as readers get a truly global perspective about what was happening at the same time around the world.  And since it recounts a worldwide epidemic that affected parts of the globe very differently, the style brings the novel to life much more effectively than any other narration style could.  A doctor recounts his experiences with Patient Zero. A government official describes the only plan that works to keep zombies out of his country. A soldier relives how she escaped from the Louisiana bayou. A woman tells of her harrowing escape through an about-to-be-blown-up Himalayan mountain pass.  And there are dozens more -- some storytellers repeat, some are one-time additions to the tale.

Yet almost every time someone else talks about Americans, they are described as cocky, rude, high-minded, jingoistic assholes.  Frankly, this bothers me. I mean, I get it: the worldwide opinion of Americans is not necessarily high and it varies a lot depending on where in the world one goes.  Americans are not good at censoring themselves, nor are they good at being humble about their own or their country's accomplishments.  But the way we come across is in the novel is so horrific, so rude and "boy we rock, everyone else sucks," so self-obsessed, that I had to step back to say to myself, "my god, is THIS how we actually come across??"  I was horrified.

By the end of the novel, this attitude has changed a little -- for example, the American president is the first government official to suggest going on the offensive against the zombies to take back his country, a move that is heralded by others in the novel as bold and incredibly dangerous but not as stupid.  For the first time in the novel, others recognize the guts of the Americans, a quality that has been admirable since day one. So it's not all bad, but it does leave me concerned: is this the legacy that current American culture and politics are leaving the future?

All the stills from this movie are really cool -- I like the posters and the moments captured as advertisements for the film. It seems accurate to what was happening in my mind, even though I know the movie isn't even close to the book. 

I hope it is not.  I hope the true legacy America is leaving behind is one of a willingness to help others, a force for good in the world, an attempt at making our earth a better place than before.  But I don't know.  There is so much going on in the world, and so many different perspectives, that I don't think we'll ever had a true answer to that question, or at least not a truly unbiased answer.

All I can do is work toward leaving behind my own positive legacy, one that is worthy of my being lucky enough to be born an American, with all the opportunities and privileges and responsibilities that come along with it. Other than that, I don't have much influence over the legacy of America as a whole.

I'll update with a less sappy end to this post once I see the movie :)