Brief Hiatus

Hello, readers!

I will be on a brief hiatus (approximately 6 weeks) while my husband and I attempt to both buy a house and sell our current one.  Anyone who tells you this isn't that much work is probably a realtor :)

I'm still reading, and I'll be back soon, probably with dystopias like 1984 and Brave New World, which somehow, even as an English major and now teacher, I've never read.

Thanks for your patience!

Percy Jackson & The Olympians

So if you have nothing better to do and have been closely following my "Read in 2016" page (and if you have, thank you!), you'll know that in the last month, I cranked through the entirety of Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson & The Olympians series.  This process took me about eight days total, despite there being five books and well over 1000 pages involved.

I feel like those Dos Equis commercials: I don't always read Young Adult literature, but when I do, I read it at a ridiculous pace.

It's not just that it's YA Lit -- that reading level alone ups my speed since it's just not as challenging -- it's that this series is awesome.

I have always loved Greek mythology.  When I was a kid and I'd ask my parents for stuff to read, ancient mythology was always what I got.  They bought me books upon books of Greek myths and stories (among others) and it's a love I've retained into my adult life.  So when I started teaching 10th grade this year and found out I got to teach Greek myths, I was super excited.  The Olympians, Perseus, Hercules, Atalanta, they are all part of a fascinating and unique culture that I have never been able to get enough of.

To my surprise, my students were (for the most part) just as excited.  I had no idea, but apparently they've either read the Percy Jackson series or watched the movies, and since I tend toward movies like Deadpool, I'd never heard of this.

Turns out, it's a modern-day adaptation of Greek mythology, complete with all the insanity of all the rivalries, monsters, and battles of the original stories.  The basic premise focuses on a series of demigods, including Percy and his friends Annabeth and Luke, who are all part of Camp Half-Blood, the only safe place for those who happen to have an Olympian parent.  There, they are trained for the battles they will no doubt encounter for the rest of their lives -- monsters are attracted to the scent of godly blood, and since demigods are still mortal, these kids are susceptible to their attacks.

The whole set up is clever and absolutely fascinating.  In the first, The Lightning Thief, they visit the Underworld, located under Los Angeles, and Olympus, located on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building.  Percy battles the Minotaur and Medusa and many more in his quest to return Zeus's master bolt, which has been stolen and set off the simmering rivalry between he and his brothers, Poseidon and Hades.  In the second, The Sea of Monsters, Percy voyages across what in our world is the Bermuda Triangle.  In his world, he's crossing the setting of the Odyssey, complete with the whirlpool Charybdis, the island of Circe, and the cyclops Polyphemus.  And the other three go on from there -- the whole world of Greek mythology is adapted and tied up into this universe.  It's fabulous.

There's nothing all that amazing about the story of Percy Jackson -- it's a pretty basic quest myth, though I'm sure that done intentionally considering that mythology is one of the most universal creations of the human race.  But the universe here is what makes this series stand out, and that's what drove me through the entire thing in only a few days.

I will also say this: When I asked students if this series was worth reading, they responded with an enthusiastic YES.  They know mythology as a result -- my test scores have been awesome because the kids already know a lot of this background information so they can now apply it more effectively.  They are not always readers (as is normal for 15-16 year olds), but they have read this, and that speaks volumes.

There are two more books between "The Sea of Monsters" and this one, but I like this cover best :)

It's a fabulously interesting series, and if you've ever loved Greek mythology, it's for you.  Get reading!

In the Heart of the Sea

I enjoyed this book, but I have to say this: Parts of it are really gross.

In the Heart of the Sea is the true story of the shipwreck of the whaleship Essex, which sailed from Nantucket in early 1819 and eventually was attacked by a whale and sank in November of 1820.

It's quite the bizarre story, one that's inspired a fair share of fiction over the years, the most famous being Mehlville's Moby Dick.  And yet after I read it, and the more I read about the movie adaptation that recently came out, the more I think the truth is far stranger than the fiction could ever be.

There is so much here to read and understand in this book, and yet at times, the truth of the matter is quite disgusting.  After all, this is nonfiction, and it's about a whaleship -- that means author Nathaniel Philbrick is going to explain what it means to whale, and to the 21st century reader that is myself, it's a little gross.  Discussions of how blubber is sheered off and boiled down, the stomach-turning descriptions of oil and blood coating the decks of ships and soaking through the clothes of the sailors, and of course the violence that is whaling itself are all exquisitely detailed.  In another book, on another topic, I'd applaud that kind of research, and I guess in a way, I do.  But yuck.

Thankfully, that only comprises a short amount of this book's story, and thus I was able to safely skim over the nasty bits and instead focus on what was perhaps the most grueling survival story I've ever read.

The voyage itself was anything but uneventful.  The Essex was damaged in a storm just days out of Nantucket, and then it spent months struggling through rough waters before it finally rounded Cape Horn to head into the Pacific Ocean.  Once there, though resupplying was fairly standard, the crew was part of the destructive forces that eventually endangered the Galapagos tortoises as well as directly responsible for setting an entire island on fire, thus destroying a substantial amount of flora and fauna that lived there.   So many of these events seem unrelated to what eventually befell the ship’s crew after the whale attack, but as Philbrick writes, it becomes easy to see each piece of the puzzle fall into place to affect the outcome of its sailors. 

[As a side note: Philbrick also includes a massive map of the world at the time so readers can follow the location of each event as it unfolds.  It was an incredibly useful tool at times as I tried to figure out where, exactly, this ship was in the endless ocean.]

Once the Essex reached the whaling grounds in the Pacific, they set to work, and for a time, they were successful.  It didn’t last though – one day in late November, an enormous whale suddenly, and seemingly without cause, attacked the ship.  It made two passes, both times slamming into the vessel and causing extensive damage.  In fact, both First Mate Owen Chase and the cabin boy Thomas Nickerson's accounts of the attack and sinking indicate that total, the attack and the sinking took about ten minutes. 

That is shockingly little time for a ship to founder. 

A drawing of the whale attacking the Essex

The crew salvaged what they could, and then suddenly their story becomes one of survival – and an insane survival it is.  The sailors spent over 90 days trapped in three tiny whaleboats, subsisting on hardtack and ridiculously small amounts of fresh water.  Though they did once find an island, it quickly became clear that they couldn’t live on it, and so they returned to the boats, heading for South American once more.  Then, as they wasted away and their shipmates started to die, they resorted to cannibalism, a prospect that is so stomach-turning that I can barely even comprehend it. 

It’s an almost unbelievable story.  I read the section where they are stranded in about two days; I simply could not put it down (even with the gross parts).  This is a huge credit to Philbrick as a writer – I’ve read plenty of nonfiction, and not all narrative nonfiction is as captivating (both immediately and long-term) as In the Heart of the Sea.   This book gives insight into not only the events of the shipwreck, but also the whole of whaling culture as it engulfed Nantucket and its people.  Together, then, readers get this enormous, intense picture of how everything came together to create a culture that encouraged such drastic measures as whaling to gain profit as well as push men past their limits to get home. 

I originally picked up this book at a book fair a few months back, but what got me started actually reading it was the recent release of a movie adaptation.  I did not see this film, however; now that I’ve read the book, I think I’d be interested, but I’m not sure.  Everything I’ve read about the movie suggests that, really, it’s more an adaptation of Moby Dick than it is the true story of In the Heart of the Sea.  That’s a little disappointing – sure, Moby Dick is a great story, and an American classic, but it’s fiction, and this nonfiction story is far stranger a tale than Mehlville could ever create.

In addition, all the movie imagery suggests that the whale plays a much bigger role than it actually did in the tale of the Essex.  Take a look at this movie poster:

That’s a scale that’s almost impossible in nature, and definitely not one that represents the ~85 feet of whale as recorded by Owen Chase or Thomas Nickerson.  Plus, all the previews suggest that Chase is, well, chasing the whale – that’s Moby Dick, not the Essex. 

I read one review that said something like, “It’s 2016, no one wants to watch a movie about whaling.”  And yes, I can absolutely agree with that.  But if that’s all the movie is, then it missed the point of the book entirely. 

This is a story about men who faced up the hand they were dealt, tossed into the open sea by a whale for no apparent reason.  It would have been easy to give up – survival was unlikely – and yet they kept going in spite of everything.  They faced the challenges with the tools their culture had given them, and ultimately, quite a few of them survived. 

Theirs is, perhaps, a quieter type of courage – they didn’t run into burning buildings or face down enemy soldiers or any other of those big acts of courage that are so often praised in 2016.  But they accepted what happened and kept going, and that, I think, makes their story worthwhile. 

What the Dog Saw

What the Dog Saw is the first Malcolm Gladwell book I've ever finished.

I'm familiar with his work -- I've read excerpts from The Tipping Point and I use some of its philosophies on a daily basis in my classroom.  I've skimmed Outliers when I read Dweck's Mindset last year since they both deal with the psychology of success.  Blink has been on my list of books to read when I finally have time for longer than I want to admit.

I didn't even know this existed until my older brother received it as a birthday gift.  He didn't seem terribly excited, so I picked up the book and skimmed the back while we watched him open the rest of his equally mundane gifts.

Except that something about the back of this book sounded awesome.

Gladwell is a regular contributor to The New Yorker, which is known for its strong writing staff and eclectic audience.  I haven't touched it in years, to be honest -- I barely have time for what I read now, let alone adding a behemoth of fresh reading every month.

But as it turns out, the magazine may be worth my time.

This book's content is a series of essays Gladwell originally wrote for The New Yorker.  Some are older, published as far back as 1994, while others are newer, closer to 2012 or 2013.  Some cover topics I've never once given a second thought, like Ron Popeil and his makeover of home shopping.  Some cover topics of great personal interest, like hiring the right teachers to be successful, or how much being smart actually matters in the real world.

And then others, like why it is we have a million types of mustard but only one type of ketchup, are so off the wall and unusual that I can't help but be curious.

The beauty of Malcolm Gladwell's writing lies in its abilities to connect ideas that I had never once considered, such as the connections between the recruitment process for college quarterbacks into the NFL and how we recruit and hire teachers for America's public schools, or why banning certain breeds of dogs, like pit bulls, represents a mistaken application of generalization.  There is so much detail poured into each of these essays (there are close to 20) that I am almost blown away -- each must have taken months to construct and write, and each represents a wealth of knowledge and insight into the topics at hand.

Some, like one about Enron that questions how badly the company truly falsified its earnings, or the one analyzing stock market losses and gains as it discusses Nassim Taleb's analysis of risk and its application for the economy, introduce entirely new information.  (I found that, like The Sixth Extinction, I was incredibly grateful for my smartphone.)  I learned so much! I've never understood the stock market very well, for example, but the careful attention to audience and detail meant that, with a little concentration and research, I could suddenly converse on the subject with others.  That's the mark of a truly well put together piece right there: It is not only thought-provoking and hard to put down, but it is teaching those who read it and inspiring them to take that knowledge further.

Gladwell may be one of the smartest minds alive right now.  To have the mind that can make those kinds of connections! To be able to hold all that information in your head at once! I love what I do, and there have been moments in my life when I've revealed what I'm thinking about to my husband and he says something to the effect of, "I can't believe your brain works like that!"  And in those moments, I am just the tiniest bit like Malcolm Gladwell.  

Maybe, with a lot more learning and perhaps 50 more years of reading in my spare moments between grading and teaching, I can be a writer like him, the kind of writer I'd like to be.  

It's weird in a way -- as soon as I started reading more of his work and mentioning it to others, his name and work started popping up all over the place.  My mom has read and loved Outliers, about success.  My dad has followed his essays online for years.  My librarian friend at school loves The Tipping Point.  I'd never once had a conversation with any of these people about his work, and yet some of the people I interact with the most were reading him.  

What else out there might be like that?  I lugged home every one of his books I could find from my school library, and I'll easily be reading them from now until the New Year.  What other amazing, new, exciting things could I learn about, if only I knew what to ask for? 

With that in mind, I think nonfiction will be my reading of choice for a while.  There's so much out there, so much weird and wonderful truth waiting to be discovered, and I can't wait to dive in.  

The Martian

I love this fucking book. 

Like seriously.  I love it.  I want to have its tiny, accident-prone, red-haired babies. 

This is the first book in months to inspire such feelings in me, where I just want to sit and read all day and do nothing else.  I’ve been squeezing in extra minutes everywhere just to make it happen – ten minutes here and there on my plan time, during the 6 minutes I have between classes during the day, the 30 seconds it takes my coffee to reheat because I’ve abandoned it in favor of Mark Watney…

I love The Martian. 

I have always loved to read, but let me be honest: I don’t have a lot of free time lately, and most of what I’ve been reading the last few months has been fanfiction. 

Not a ton of pride there.  I’ve learned to count it as a “real” book since that tends to happen when you invest a truly disgusting number of hours into reading hundreds of thousands of words.  But a lot of people, myself pre-March 2015 included, don’t really count that.  Check my list – I haven’t read near the number of ‘actual’ books in the past six months as this time last year. 

The Martian changed all that.  

I read The Martian in about six days.  For most, that’s ridiculously fast for close to 400 pages.  It’s not for me -- and I’m not trying to brag; that’s just how fast I read.  If I made the time, I could probably read War and Peace in about a week too. *shrugs*

Anyway, speed isn’t a good indicator of how much I enjoyed a book.  But dreaming about a book… that’s a pretty strong, honest indicator, and I can happily report that every night since finishing The Martian has been full of vague impressions of astronauts and red dust. 

In a way, I’m glad I don’t remember the specifics – The Martian is, after all, a survival story, man vs. nature at its most foreign and harsh.  I really don’t want to actively ‘live’ the accident that strands Watney on Mars nor any of the wide variety of events, accidents, mistakes, and just plain bad luck that contributes to his barely eked out existence on the red planet. 

But if my brain is so worked up over this story that it has to work things out while I sleep, then clearly: it’s an awesome book. 

I so don’t want to spoil anything either, especially given that the movie just came out, so I’m going to try really, really hard not to.  Spoiler Alerts will be posted if I just can’t help myself. 

No one reading this should expect this book to be stupid, but I was blown away by just how smart it actually is. 

No, scratch that: this book is fucking brilliant. 

There’s no question that there’s just a disgusting amount of math, but it’s all pretty accurate.  I admit, after about 50 pages, I gave up doing the equations myself and just trusted that Watney was right, but I suspect that if someone was in fact stranded on Mars with identical supplies and a copy of this book, they might be able to survive. 

Part of this is also a challenge for readers.  I found myself trying to think of what he could use next, what would then make it possible for him to pull off whatever insane trick he was about to try.  There’s no way, of course, that I could have figured out that he was going to try to use spare rocket fuel to make water. I just don’t have the technical education to even know what, exactly, is in rocket fuel (big surprise, English teacher and all).  But occasionally, I could get an idea about it, and once – when something goes wrong and he needs to find something flammable, fast – I actually got the solution about 2 sentences before Watney said it!

I was so proud of myself.  Like, so proud I did a little happy dance in my living room. 

The character development of Mark Watney himself syncs beautifully with the intelligence displayed by the novel.  Weir has crafted Watney into a likeable character full of dark humor and searing brainpower, and every time something goes wrong (which is all the time), I wanted to fall over and cry until Watney himself cheered me up as his own expense. 

After the first maybe six pages, which he spends bitching endlessly about his predicament, Watney turns into a surprisingly optimistic character.  For a while, I was suspicious of this: How could it possibly be realistic that this guy just didn’t give up and say “Hm… trapped on Mars with almost no chance of survival? Fuck it!” 

There is of course that typical “survival of the human spirit” thing that I could cite here.  I’m not going to do that, perhaps because I’m too pessimistic to buy into it.  Watney is, at times, pessimistic as well, but his personality buoys him in those moments with sarcastic and wonderful humor that could crack even the darkest moods. 

Like this, for example:

I swear, I will update this right side up just as soon as I figure out how to fix it. It's right side up on MY computer screen :) 

Weir actually discusses that potentially unrealistic personality in his book.  When NASA figures out that Watney is indeed still alive on Mars, the directors talk about whether or not he has the mental fortitude to survive, and Kapoor says that he was in fact chosen as an astronaut due to his personality.  His humor, his adaptability, and his intelligence all combined to create an astronaut who would get along with everyone without creating conflict in the group.  And this makes sense; why would NASA want to send up an astronaut who’s an asshole?  These people are trapped in small, tight spaces for months, and required by their jobs to rely on each other for every bit of their survival.  They have to be relatively pleasant, or everything is going to fail. 

I may be biased, but I think his personality makes perfect sense.  And boy, did I enjoy his Martian-antics.  

What I found perhaps more unrealistic than Watney's character was the global effort to bring him home.  Watney spends about two paragraphs close to the end of the book pondering this very effort:  Would people, in fact, unite to try to bring a stranded astronaut home?  After all, the theoretical cost must be in the hundreds of millions, perhaps even billions of dollars -- few countries just have that kind of money lying around waiting to be spent on one man.  

But, as Watney points out, people want to help, no matter the cost, and they are willing to selfless things to do so.  They line up to donate blood after accidents, donate money from around the world after natural disasters, travel long distances to devote time to helping others in need.  

Could it be true? Would the world join together to bring one astronaut home?

Honestly: I’m not sure.  Maybe? It’s a disgusting amount of money (part of the never-ending stream of math! Hooray math! *sarcasm*), but the drive to help others is strong.  The urge to rescue people is strong, and the idea of someone being actually stranded on a foreign planet… it would be such a strange, new, and truly horrific situation that I bet the money would be found, somewhere, to make a rescue happen. 

Perhaps the world is brighter than I want to see sometimes.  

(FYI: I feel like this isn’t a spoiler – all you have to do is watch the movie trailer, and poof! You know they’re attempting a rescue.  That’s all I’ll say though.)

I also just finished The Martian Chronicles about two weeks before I read this book, which was an interesting juxtaposition to The Martian. 

The Martian Chronicles is old-school, Asimov-style science fiction.  It’s interesting, yes, but like a lot of classic sci-fi, it’s rather dry.  Bradbury spends a lot of time world building and less on character itself, whereas Weir has delved deep into the human psyche when thrown into this situation and the futile nature of the man vs. nature conflict. 

In that way, The Martian is part of the new generation of sci-fi writing.  I realize it’s not actually a new generation, but I don’t read a lot of sci-fi so I’m not altogether sure what this genre has looked like, writing-wise in the last ten years.  However, my husband reads and writes a lot of sci-fi, and he informs me that it’s a relatively neglected genre.  There are lots of publications, sure, but not a lot of attention.  The fact that The Martian is one of the most popular novels of the last few years is a big deal for the genre.    

I’m not always up to date on current popular books, so I was kind of excited to finish this just in time for the movie.  My students know I read it – it’s been on my “Currently Reading” sign for a few weeks, even though I really just dove into the meat of it in the last few days – and they’ve asked me about it.

Frankly, it’s hard to recommend simply because it’s so filled with language.  Seriously.  The opening line says “fuck” after all (check out my first line – see what I did there?? *self-five*), and there are potential ramifications if parents ask who recommended such a ‘vulgar’ book to their children.  Much as I love it, I don’t want to get in trouble.  (Although, truly, it’s not inappropriate other than the occasional curse, so I’d be okay recommending it to my seniors. J) 

Curses aside, I desperately wish I could have kids read it.  The Martian might be the most perfect example of man vs. nature since Moby Dick, and lord knows I’m not teaching that (17 pages about sunrises? No thank you!).  Examples of that kind of book are just so few and far between, and often they require a lot of back explaining to make sense to my students.  I could talk about Into Thin Air, for example, but I would have to explain the whole plot.  The Martian, being thus introduced into pop culture as a movie, is much more accessible.  I can reference it and they’ll understand, and that’s really what I need. 

But it would be really cool to teach.

One last thing: I was looking for illustrative pictures and stumbled upon basically the coolest website ever: All the real-Mars pictures of the sites from the book. 

http://www.uahirise.org/martian/

Here’s the thing: there’s a detailed series of maps at the beginning of the book, but it’s still hard to really picture it all since it is, after all, set on Mars.  Plus, I forgot the maps were there before long – the rush of reading and the tension of the book meant that the maps got totally abandoned. 

And really, this is the resource I WISH I’d had while I was actually reading.  The real NASA pictures of all the places Weir is describing, the areas where Watney lives and travels over, are far more impressive than any black and white line map could ever be. 

This site also has some articles linked to it, and those are good reads as well.  There are some minor examples in landscape; for example, apparently the Acidalia Planitia, where the Ares III (and later, Watney) is located, is actually much more rocky and rugged than Weir describes.  But honestly, if those are all the mistakes of this book are, then who cares?  It doesn’t diminish the story at all, so I’m not worried about it. 

It’s far cooler to open up the pictures and see Mars, regardless of if the rocks are in the right places. 

Ok, I swear I’m almost done. 

I’m also super excited to go see the movie.  I purposefully put off seeing it opening weekend because I hadn’t finished the book yet, but I’ve heard stellar reviews thus far. 

Because I’m that guy, I know it can’t quite live up to the book, and there are some misleading moments in the trailer that make me a little nervous about seeing it.  For example:  The trailer has a moment where he’s narrating about his family and it shows a mom and a kid.  Nope. He’s single – he actually talks about ¾ way through the book that he’s hoping this whole “survived on Mars” thing will help him get laid, which is hilarious.

Or that moment where Matt Damon goes “surprise!” and the whole of Mission Control cheers? Also nope. 

Even so… I’m not sure I care.  The book was so good! I can’t pass up the chance to see that on the big screen, not when it’s Ridley Scott directing and Matt Damon as Watney. 

I can always count on xkcd to be smart and hilarious. 

My personal assessment is this: the movie is either going to be high-tension with a fabulous dark humor side, or it’s just going to be two hours of watching Matt Damon do math. 

Either way, frankly, I’m in. 

(Hey! I think I got all the way through this without any spoilers! Hooray! As a celebration, I’m going to see The Martian J)

I Do Love a Good Book

In a flurry of fanfare, Go Set a Watchman was published this past summer.  It remains a hot topic of conversation this school year, and I've had multiple people ask either if I've read it or if I'm planning on reading it.

I'm not sure about my answer yet, but one of these conversations really stood out to me.

My husband comes from a family of readers.  Both of his parents love to read, and they read all sorts of stuff -- his father reads a lot of mystery/thriller stuff, and his mom reads a lot of realistic fiction and educational stuff.  Between the two, I always have someone to talk with about books when I visit.

My mother in law in particular likes to stay up on current best-sellers, so over this summer she bought and read Go Set a Watchman.  I was on the phone with her around when she started reading it, and she asked if I was planning on reading it.

I was honest: I'm not really sure.  I didn't love To Kill a Mockingbird (which continues to scandalize my fellow Language Arts teachers :)), so I didn't have a lot of interest in its sequel.  On top of that, I'd read a lot of the controversy so I wasn't sure how I felt about reading something that Harper Lee, perhaps, didn't really want published.

My opinion basically became this: If I heard from enough people I trusted that it was good, I'd probably read it.  So I asked what she thought.  Like so many others, she wasn't sure -- she liked parts, but couldn't resist comparing it to Mockingbird, against which it of course fell short.

At the end of this conversation, like so many others, I told her, "Well, when you're finished with it, I'll borrow your copy and try it."

"Oh, no! You can't," she said rather sadly. "It's on my Kindle."  

I realized then just how much I miss real books.

There's something about a hard copy of a book for me.  I'm a very hands-on reader: I dog-ear pages, underline quotes, add post-its, all that stuff as I read.  I want to remember important lines, moments I loved, language I found beautiful as I was experiencing it.  I cry on my books, leaving smears and wrinkles where emotions really got to me.  The bottoms of pages are torn where I was in a rush to get to the next page.  My books are not just that; they are the experience of my reading, too.

And the experience of being handed a copy of a well-loved book... there's nothing like it.  I love knowing that someone trusted me with their favorite book.  I learn so much about them -- which events or pages they found important, what quotes they loved, and in doing so, I come to know them better.  When, on our first date, my husband gave me a copy of his favorite book, my heart melted.

I do indeed love a good book.

Don't get me wrong -- I read digitally too.  I have a tablet with the Kindle app where I can borrow books from Amazon, and I upload PDFs of friends' writing so I can read it on the go.  I read a disgusting amount of fanfiction, all of which is through digital media.  I have borrowed others' Kindles to read a book they own and I do not, and I've lent mine out too.

But I worry that this practice, somehow, devalues the experience of reading.  Suddenly, it becomes screen time, and screen time is something you're supposed to limit.  Blue lights that keep you awake, screen resolutions that make your eyes tired, and so on -- there are lots of good reasons to limit time in front of a screen.  But reading! I can't think of a good reason to limit how long I spend in another world, how long I spend enjoying what life could be like, exploring the ways ideas connect, understanding others' experiences of the world.

Reading is a very real, authentic experience for me.  It's reveling in a part of humanity: the only species ever to record their experiences in writing, and the only species to share that writing with others in order to create a shared experience of being.

There are times, like now, when I miss actual books.  Most of what I've read lately has been online: I've read a bunch of fanfiction, I've been working my way through a series of student essays that are all submitted using Google Drive, and I've been doing a lot of research for a class I'm taking, which is mostly online articles from databases.

I miss books.  I miss the physical qualities of a book -- the ink on the page, the rustle of pages turning, the bending of the binding as I get into the meat of the story, all of it.

It's not a feeling I was expecting to uncover, but I haven't read a real book in almost a month.  I miss it.

So when it comes to Go Set a Watchman, maybe I will read it eventually, and maybe I will just borrow my mother-in-law's Kindle, but it will never be the same as if she handed me a book.

Dad is Fat/Food: A Love Story

I didn't read as much as I wanted to this summer, and I definitely didn't read the caliber of book I wanted to this summer.

I left school with a giant bag of books to read, all chosen from the school library and with the help of fellow teachers.  Total, I went home in May with around 20 books.

I read four of them.

Instead, I spent my summer reading fanfiction and a lot of humor-type stuff.  Granted, I also read The Sixth Extinction and Lord of the Flies, but those were high quality reads in the midst of a lot of garbage.

Still, I greatly enjoyed myself.

Two of the books that stood out of this mess were comedian Jim Gaffigan's books Dad is Fat and Food: A Love Story.  I'm a big fan of Jim Gaffigan, mostly because I love food almost as much as he does (though I am one of the described "skinny people" he criticizes in Food: A Love Story because they can stop after only *one* donut).  His comedy doesn't rely on being vulgar or the shock value of saying something disgusting, and I appreciate that.  Don't get me wrong, I love raunchy comedians too, but when one says 'fuck' every other word, I lose interest.  If a joke needs the F word that many times, it's usually not funny.

Anyway.  I picked these up because I like Gaffigan's stand up.  If you aren't already a fan of his, you've probably heard of him thanks to his "Hot Pockets" routine, which is what got him started.

He talks mainly about food and family, which sounds boring, but his deliveries are great.  He uses this little "inside voice" that's supposed to sound like someone in the audience; usually this person is easily confused or offended by his comedy, and it's hilarious.

(I can't find a clip of the actual video, but here's the audio so you can get an idea of what I'm talking about.  Trust me, it's worth a listen.)

Now, I've read a lot of comedians' books -- George Carlin's When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops and Napalm and Silly Putty, both of Stephen Colbert's books, Lewis Black's Nothing's Sacred, and others -- and I've found that I'm usually disappointed.
So many of these comedians write just as they perform, which means that they lose a lot of voice on the page.
Others don't bother to include much new material, and so reading their books is just a rehash of their stand-up.

Sadly, it's into this category that Jim Gaffigan's books fall.

It's not that I didn't enjoy Dad is Fat.  The book just didn't offer much that was new.  Instead, it's a lot of his normal stuff about his family, normal meaning that it's in his stand-up.  And I've seen ALL of his stand-up.

So there's not much that was new, which I guess I should have seen coming.  But beyond that, his work loses something when it's on the page.

The delivery is off, his 'inside voice' has vanished which leaves it sounding critical and mean, and there are moments when the funny gets lost inside his love and cuddles for his family.

I'm a little conflicted about that part of the book.  Often, after he's made about a dozen jokes about how much trouble it is to raise 5 really little kids, Gaffigan will then spend a few pages talking about why he loves them so much.  I don't really have a problem with that -- better than he likes those 5 kids, let's face it -- but I wasn't expecting such a cuddly book when I picked it up.

I don't generally read warm-fuzzy type books, which I'm sure is indicative of my own mindset about warm-fuzzy feelings.  Anyway.  I don't read them because I generally think they're boring -- something has to happen in order for life to be interesting.  Think Jonathan Tropper's This is Where I Leave You -- I'd much rather read that than a guy babbling about how much he loves his kids.

So I wasn't a huge fan of Dad is Fat.

Then there's Food: A Love Story.

The cover of this book cracks me up. 

Don't get me wrong: the man should be incredibly proud that his rants about food are prolific enough to fill over 300 pages.
But those 300 pages are all old news if you already watch all his stuff.

There's little here that isn't fresh.  Some parts, like his discussion of BBQ around the country, has been expanded to include more areas, but for the most part, it's still much of what I've seen and heard from his comedy over the years.

I know that his comedy about food and family is what made him famous, but I'm looking forward to his branching out a little.  He's had some funny bits about being lazy and working out, and I'm always amused with his takes on religious holiday traditions like Christmas trees and bunnies for Easter.  I would love to read something of his that's new, that's never been performed before, and I'm sure I'll read his next book too.

Overall, what stood out about these two books was just how much I didn't like them.  I was expecting to really enjoy them, given how much I enjoy the author's comedy.  But I didn't.

I would still recommend them as books, but I would ask if you were a fan a Gaffigan's first.
If you've never heard of him, then read away! It's funny stuff.

But if, like me, you're already a fan -- just boot up Netflix and watch his stand-up, or his new show, instead.