Category: Book Reviews
The Conan Doyle Stories
The Conan Doyle Stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 5/5
While comparing my large book of Sherlock Holmes stories with my sister’s even larger book of Sherlock Holmes stories, I was recently disillusioned to discover that my edition was less comprehensive than I’d previously believed. So, when I saw the name of Conan Doyle emblazoned across the expansive spine of a ludicrously large book in Belle Books, Hay-on-Wye, I pounced eagerly. Strangely, the famous detective’s name was nowhere to be found inside.
A few months ago, if you were to ask me what Sir Arthur Conan Doyle had written, I would have replied Sherlock Holmes (of course) and some novel I’d dimly heard about but never read, called The Forgotten Land or something (actually, I just checked and it’s The Lost World). I would have been completely ignorant of the 76 short stories contained in this 1200-page book, which is approximately the size and weight of a cinder block (and just as unwieldly). Thrilled with my discovery, I vowed to fit it into my suitcase for the long trip home, no matter how many articles of clothing had to be sacrificed to make room.
Generally, I am not a big fan of the short story format; I resent the energy it takes to completely reset my brain for each new plot which, by the time it has spooled up to anything of interest, has inevitably neared its conclusion. But, delightfully, these stories all seemed to waste little time at the beginning and generally lasted just long enough to keep my attention. I found them to be skillfully written and impressive in their variety, ranging in genre from horror to humour to history. Iconic characters such as the great detective are nowhere to be found, but there is plenty to amuse, while some twists and turns kept me guessing right until the denouement.
[Why I read it: I was looking for books to bring on a recent, cross country road trip and this was in my to-read pile. It is so large as to seem an impractical travel companion, but while contemplating its vastness, I cracked it open and read this glorious sentence:
All this disquisition upon superstition leads me up to the fact that Mr. Manson, our second mate, saw a ghost last night–or, at least, says he did, which of course is the same thing.
I brought the book along without further hesitation.]
The Cider House Rules
The Cider House Rules by John Irving, 2/5
The experience of reading my second John Irving book could not be more different than the first. Whereas I approached his A Prayer for Owen Meany with suspicion that changed to surprised delight, the glowing reviews and popularity of The Cider House Rules ill-prepared me for an unenjoyable story that left me feeling dirty and unsatisfied. There is no questioning Irving’s talent as a writer, but I found the book’s case for abortion to be repellently illogical and lazy, while the characters were mostly unlikeable and the adult content was disgusting (and, in my opinion, artistically unjustified).
[Why I read it: It’s famous, I enjoyed Irving’s Owen Meany, and a very likeable, intelligent person I met in Wales named it as one of his favourite novels.]
The Day the World Came to Town
The Day the World Came to Town: 9/11 in Gander, Newfoundland by Jim Defede, 3/5
This story of a small town that stepped up to take care of over 6000 passengers and crew of flights diverted due to the terrorist attacks of 9/11 is competently written, but I did not find it particularly engaging or affecting. If approached at all cynically, it could even have a slightly mercenary feel, as if a small-time news reporter was trying to make it big by telling someone else’s story.
[Why I read it: I came across the book’s Amazon page through work and saw that it had ridiculously positive reviews.]
No Man Is an Island
No Man Is an Island by Thomas Merton, 3/5
At first, I thought this collection of thoughts on 16 different spiritual topics was reasonably profound and insightful. It wasn’t until Merton started saying, with blithe confidence, things I doubted or disagreed with that I missed the intellectual underpinnings characterising the likes of C.S. Lewis and G.K. Chesterton. Merton’s unintellectual approach to spiritual matters is made palatable by his eloquent writing skills, perhaps dangerously so. Those who approach this book wishing to be told what to think could quite possibly be led into error, but those who have already given thought to such topics will likely recognise much truth in what he says.
[Why I read it: the title is appealing and seemed relevant to my life at the moment. I originally thought the phrase “no man is an island” came from this book, but it actually originated in a poem by the 17th-century poet John Donne. Interestingly, from the same short poem comes the phrase “for whom the bell tolls.”]
Raising Steam
Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett, 3/5
I love the first book in the Moist von Lipwig series, Going Postal, but felt this latest addition was sadly lacking. It is a testament to Pratchett’s original genius that a book achieving about 50% (in my mind) of his usual plot, wit and charm could still be a 3-star book.
[Why I read it: I’m a huge fan of classic Pratchett.]
Hyperbole and a Half
Hyperbole and a Half: unfortunate situations, flawed coping mechanisms, mayhem and other things that happened by Allie Brosh, 4/5
Brosh’s blog is without doubt one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, but the book format didn’t really work for me. I feel that her hilarious stories are meant to be scrolled through, not read at the rate of two panels and a paragraph per page, and her weirdly expressive artwork suits the computer screen best, in my opinion. Also, there is soooo much swearing. Usually, I’m a fan of expletives used for comedic purposes, but I guess I don’t like seeing them in print. In action movies: great. TV shows: fine, if it’s clever. Online content: ditto. Books: no thank you I can’t believe they typed that my eyes are burning.
[Why I read it: I love the blog.]
The First and the Last
The First and the Last: The Rise and Fall of the German Fighter Forces, 1938-1945 by Adolf Galland, translated by Mervyn Savill, 3/5
This memoir by Adolf Galland, a German fighter pilot and Luftwaffe General of Fighters during WWII, is undoubtedly an invaluable resource for the student of history, but I did not find it to be written in a particularly engaging manner. The parts I found most interesting were those describing Galland’s personal encounters and conflicts with Hermann Göring and Hitler, with whom Galland had major disagreements over policies that focused on bombers to the detriment of the fighter wing, handicapped fighters by forcing them to operate defensively instead of offensively, and spread the air force’s assets too thinly. Of course, Galland comes off rather well in the memoir, so it is difficult to tell what is accurate and what is embellished in retrospect (whether purposefully or not).
Like many others, I presume, my exposure to WWII was mostly of the sanitized, black and white version found in history textbooks. It was thought-provoking to see the war from a different, more morally-ambiguous point of view. Galland did not seem to experience any moral conflicts regarding Hitler’s actions; he may have doubted his führer’s method of conducting the war, but he didn’t raise any concerns about Hitler’s ideology. Except in the case of his under-trained fighters being sent out on what amounted to suicide missions, his mindset was very much that of a faithful cog in the war machine, as was the case, I suspect, with the vast majority of people who fought and died for the Axis.
When I think of civilian casualties during WWII, the first thing that comes to mind is the London Blitz. That chapter of England’s history is not unduly disturbing to me because 1) I [incorrectly] picture everyone hiding in bomb shelters while empty buildings take the brunt of the violence and 2) the Germans were the baddies and thus could be expected to target the civilian population. This naive point of view was shattered when I read Galland’s account of the Allied bombing of German cities, in which hundreds of thousands of German civilians were killed (including thousands of children). I always pictured collateral damage occurring only in the course of bombings of war factories and industries vital to sustaining the war effort. I never pictured the “Good Guys” taking off to purposefully destroy cities and centers of culture, filled with normal people. It’s always been my unthinking opinion that if a country is at war, it’s civilians are at war too, but this first-hand account was hard to stomach.
[Why I read it: my sister enjoyed it first.]
New Watch
New Watch by Sergei Lukyanenko, translated by Andrew Bromfield, 4/5
I enjoyed this most recent addition to the Watch Series, told from the now-familiar perspective of Anton Gorodetsky. The author was successful in bringing in some new ideas/elements, though I did get a bit lost at the end of the story and had to consult Wikipedia.
[Why I read it: I’ve mostly enjoyed this series, starting with the first book, Night Watch.]
Last Watch
Last Watch by Sergei Lukyanenko, translated by Andrew Bromfield, 3/5
For some reason, I didn’t enjoy this book as much as the previous one. Perhaps some of the premise’s novelty has worn off for me, or perhaps the storylines just weren’t as engaging. I felt that Lukyanenko tried a bit too hard to include pop culture/literary references and I was annoyed by his appropriation of Merlin as a story character. The writing was decent, though there was some clumsiness in the first few pages that actually made me stop to check if the translator was the same person (it was). I didn’t appreciate the racy content, but it was nowhere as bad as Day Watch. Overall, a somewhat meh experience, but I’ll still be reading the fifth book in the series, as soon as it comes in at the library.
[Why I read it: I’ve been reading this series off and on over the last couple months, starting with Night Watch.]
The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams, 5/5
This is one of the funniest novels I have ever read. Ever.
[Why I read it: I enjoyed the first Dirk Gently novel.]
