Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, by Gabrielle Zevin. This is a hard book to describe. Plot-wise it’s about three friends who found a computer-game production company in the 1990s. There is a libidinal energy between the two central (male + female) characters in the book, which expresses itself as a creative relationship rather than through sex. It seemed like an exploration of the Platonic/Freudian idea of Eros, the drive towards creation and transcendence of self which in Freudian psychology opposes Thanatos, the death drive. I haven’t seen this explored in fiction in quite this way before and found it interesting.
Another current in the book is the way people are driven by trauma, which is the kind of description that would normally make me roll my eyes and dread reading it, but it very much avoids becoming overwrought or didactic. When a somewhat abusive sexual relationship was introduced in the middle of the book, I was like “here we go”, but the book deftly keeps this in proportion within the lives of the characters, and keeps things morally complex in a way that feels true to life.
One extended sequence didn’t really land for me, but I thought the two central characters had quite a bit of depth and the novel resonated in my mind for a while afterwards. Definitely recommended.
Finished book 1 of the Red Rising books. Not sure I continue with it soon. I think there are more interesting books that are higher up on my list than this. I almost quitted when they started modifying Darrow to become some super human.
Started my Dark Tower journey in March or April. Hit a big wall with Song of Susannah, I have no desire to open it up and read. I can’t get into the duel personality stuff at all and i find myself skipping pages when I know it’ll just be some character talking to it’s other half. Tempted to just read a plot outline or something for the rest of series since I’d like to know how it ends. Don’t think I’ve ever done that before.
Dark Tower is atrociously boring, and there seems to be some large-scale conspiracy to suggest otherwise. I’m still really irritated that I let myself get punked into reading three damn books based on the wildly false promise that it was going to start paying off.
I’ve got about 75 pages left in 'salem’s Lot, then I gotta figure out what to do next. I’ve got Kavalier and Klay on the shelf, but I’m also itching for more King. Needful Things…Dolores Claiborne…Insomnia…
Sad to say I quit and read the plot summary. The opening chapter made me look just like the Fry meme. His long novels brought me a unique comfort when I was a teen, but I think I’ve been clarifying since about 2005 that I love only a dozen or so King novels but am a RAVENOUS fan of his short stories.
King is like Ridley Scott. No one tells stories like him if he has a focused vision and a great ending. Most of the time, he does not and I’m just marveling at him swinging and missing harder than anyone else lol.