8/22/2007

What to Read this Fall


1) The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz (Riverhead, Sept.)I'm completely over the moon for this novel, which Díaz fans have waited for ever since the 1996 publication of "Drown." Partly an homage to fantasists like J.R. Tolkien, Jack Kirby and Alan Moore, this book provides heady mix of Dominican history, New Jersey realism, and Middle-Earth lore. It's marvelous!

2) The Art of Political Murder by Francisco Goldman (Grove, Sept.)
Goldman's first nonfiction book sounds like a gritty detective story: in 1998, Guatemalan bishop Juan Gerardi was bludgeoned to death two days after he presented a report connecting the country's military to the "disappearance" of some 200,000 Guatemalan civilians. Who exactly dunnit? Goldman, and the Catholic Church, spent years trying to find out.

3) Foreskin's Lament by Shalom Auslander (Riverhead, Oct.)
Maybe I'm crotchety (see #4), but it's not often that a book makes me laugh out loud. So when I heard an excerpt of this memoir at BEA in May and it made me laugh so hard my cheeks ached, I knew I had to read this book. So far, I'm fifty pages in and I love it. It reads like a Goodbye, Columbus for our McSweeney's influenced times.

4) How to Talk About Books You Haven't Read by Pierre Bayard (Bloomsbury, Nov.)I'm the kind of person who gets irritated if I find out someone's spouting off about a book a book he or she hasn't read (yes, even at parties), so I'm intrigued by this slim little book which argues, according to the galley description, "that it's actually more important to know a book's role in our collective library than its details." Could it be that my irritation is entirely misplaced?

--Marcela Valdes is a contributing editor at Publishers Weekly and a board member of the National Book Critics Circle.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I read the Diaz book, and I gotta say, though I was pulling for it - so much expectation, so much time to finetune - it was really disappointing, showoffy and reactionary in a strange, can't-quite-pin-it-down kind of way, as if Junot was trying to be too hip, too stylish, and maybe even ... God forbid, I feel bad even writing this ... maybe even keep up with his students. Some of the book, I felt, was worse than a lot of what you see in writing seminars, a lot of stuff I've read in writing seminars, and while some of the time his "voice" is crazy and hilarious and oh-so-hip and postmodern-ish (not really), it really prevented me from engaging with the character of Oscar. In other words, it has all the jazz and cadence of DROWN without the heart.

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