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The Tiger’s Wife, by Téa Obreht (2011). This novel made a decent splash when it came out. Unfortunately, I read it during a rather turbulent time in my life, so I couldn’t pay it as much attention as I usually do the books I read. Still, I liked it well enough. The first-person narrator is a young female doctor in an unnamed Balkan country in the aftermath of the wars following the break-up of Yugoslavia. Although some of the novel is set in the present day, a lot of it consists of stories about the narrator’s grandfather, also a doctor. Some are stories about his childhood and others are about his adult life, particularly his several encounters with a mysterious figure called The Deathless Man. The superstitions of the Balkan villagers are well and interestingly portrayed. Definitely worth a read.
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Rifftrax Live: Star Raiders: The Adventures of Saber Raine (B). The movie riffers were at it again recently, and, although you can’t see it in the theater like I did, you can download this treasure directly from the Rifftrax website if you so choose. The show opens with a short about telling the truth (although the real lesson seems to be “don’t throw rocks at a towel hanging on a clothesline right in front of a window”). It’s fine. The feature is a low-budget sci-fi movie that I have to assume went straight to video. Casper Van Dien of Starship Troopers fame stars as
Han Solo Saber Raine, a roguish mercenary/spaceship pilot who gets hired to help rescue a prince and princess who have been captured by some bad guy in a mask. Yes, it is a cheesy Star Wars rip-off in the vein of Krull or Spacehunter: Adventures in the Forbidden Zone, but somehow it got made in 2017. The riffing was average, but the fact that it was ripping off a beloved 40-year-old movie from my childhood made the movie strangely endearing to me. And Casper’s blond sidekick was kind of cute.
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Down the Great Unknown: John Wesley Powell’s 1869 Journey of Discovery and Tragedy Through the Grand Canyon, by Edward Dolnick (2001). I think my sister gave me this book as a reminder of a vacation we took in Utah some years ago. If memory serves, she and her friend Jane and I were blowing through the tiny town of Green River when we decided to stop at the John Wesley Powell River History Museum. I, at least, knew nothing about Powell or his crazy expeditions to float down the Green and Colorado Rivers back in 1869 and 1871. And I think we were a little punch-drunk from long days of driving, because we pretty much laughed our way through the museum without learning much. Anyway, this book tells you everything you’d want to know about the 1869 expedition (the 1871 expedition gets only a brief mention). Powell was an interesting character—a one-armed veteran of the Civil War and an amateur geologist. Dolnick’s prose is generally fine, but he loves metaphors and sprinkles them liberally on almost every page. A favorite: “The river holds the boat in place [against a rock] with overwhelming force, like a sumo wrestler smothering a kitten. . . . A kitten might claw or bite a wrestler and sneak away in the ensuing confusion, but a river never ‘shifts its weight.’” And at only 292 pages, it’s just the right length.
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Lila, by Marilynne Robinson (2014). This beautiful novel is the story of a character who appeared around the edges of Robinson’s last two novels, Gilead and Home. Lila was born into impoverished and probably dire circumstances back in the early twentieth century. We don’t know much about those circumstances because when she was very young (but just old enough to remember) she was stolen (rescued?) by a vagabond woman called Doll. She grows up on the road with Doll, wandering around with other migrants and suffering through the lean years of the Depression. We follow Lila’s story until she’s a grown woman, and we leave off shortly before the events of Gilead pick up. Hers is a lonely and precarious existence, and Robinson convincingly portrays how someone raised in such conditions would think about the world. It is a really sad book, but I loved it.
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Caesar’s Druids, by Miranda Aldhouse-Green (2010). This densely written and highly academic book surprised me right off the bat in a couple of ways. First, I had no idea that Caesar’s Gallic Wars were “our richest textual source for ancient Druids.” I read the Gallic Wars not too long ago, and I barely remember a reference to the Druids. Second, I didn’t know that “there exists not one vestige of archaeological evidence that can be linked unequivocally to the Druids.” Thus, aside from Caesar and few scattered references in other ancient writers, we apparently know almost nothing about the Druids. As a result, this book is full of discussions of ancient tombs and treasures and places and human sacrifices that we do know some things about, plus a bunch of speculation that maybe these things had something to do with Druids. Or if not, maybe Druids did similar things anyway. So, it was kind of interesting to learn about some of these ancient stories and archaeological finds, but I don’t guess I learned a lot about the Druids. And no, contrary to Spinal Tap’s memorable song, the Druids didn’t have anything to do with Stonehenge.
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Rifftrax: Octaman (B-). I caught the latest Rifftrax live show last night, and if you are so inclined you can catch a rebroadcast at your local theater on April 24. As you call tell from my grade, I’m not going to insist that you go. It’s OK, but it’s not one of the gang’s greatest hits. The appetizer is a short featuring McGruff the Crime Dog in an anti-drug screed. It’s fine. The main event is a monster movie that resembles a lamer version of the Creature from the Black Lagoon. (No surprise, since writer-director Harry Essex also wrote the screenplay for . . . Creature from the Black Lagoon.) The riffing was fine, but it never reaches giddy heights. Octaman is only 80 minutes long, so the whole show was only about an hour and thirty-five minutes long. One of the funniest bits was the song the guys sang at the very end of the show recapitulating the whole movie in three short verses. Let’s see if the next Rifftrax live show, Star Raiders on June 6, is better.
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Crossing to Safety, by Wallace Stegner (1987). This one sat on my shelf for a while. Although the blurb on the back cover told me it is “one of the greatest and most cherished American novels of the twentieth centuries,” somehow I just wasn’t sold. Now that I’ve finished it, I’m like . . . meh. It’s about two married couples who become best friends in their young adulthood and stay friends, more or less, for the rest of their lives. As a study of marriage and friendship, I suppose it is pretty good, although these folks are much better educated than most and consequently chew on their problems with a lot more eloquence than is the norm. Personally, I didn’t find their story all that engrossing, but the writing is good. For the great American novels of the twentieth century, stick with The Great Gatsby and All the King’s Men. And Death Comes for the Archbishop.