Just finished:
Written On the Dark by Guy Gavriel Kay. Yeah, I just don't know what to make of this one. I liked every element, including what I really do think is a deliberate distancing mechanism. But it didn't cohere for me. It was all sweep and no substance, if that makes sene.
I think there is a huge challenge when your main character and some of your secondary characters are poets, which is the same problem as making them the
Greatest Investigative Reporter Of All Time. Stephen King got it right; he makes a lot of his writer characters hacks and frauds churning out work for an agent. Thierry, the main character in this book, is a tavern poet who draws the ire of the powerful through bawdy, satirical poetry, but we never see anything truly edgy from him. It's probably not my main problem with the book, but it's indicative of what feels like a weird kind of restraint to get down and dirty with the characters.
I do think it's good overall, but I wanted to figure out why people are so feral for this guy and I still don't know, beyond that he does really write beautiful prose.
Currently reading:
Night Night Fawn by Jordy Rosenberg. Speaking of getting down and dirty with the characters, this is much more up my alley, and holy shit. I was primed to like this after hearing a podcast interview with the author but it really is wild. It's the deathbed ramblings of Barbara Rosenberg, mother of Jordy Rosenberg, though it's a fictionalized Barbara and a fictionalized Jordy, and while she did die, they had reconciled to a far greater extent than the characters seen here. Barbara is a TERF and a Zionist and Jordy is trans and a Marxist. She's vile to him from childhood but as she sickens, she's increasingly and resentfully reliant on him. He barely appears in the present part of the narrative, except as a weird giant bird (she's on a lot of opioids) that's menacing her.
The other day I had drinks with a friend that I met over the internet who's visiting Toronto from New York, and we bonded over a shared love of Tony Kushner's
Angels In America. She referred to the Roy Cohn character as "Cohn with Kushner's fist up his ass," which is really what's happening here. It's very much the voice of A Character but used in an incredibly skillful way to get across her interiority while also examining and critiquing her worldview. This is absolutely a real sort of person—I'm related to a lot of Barbaras, let me tell you—but it's also sort of elevated to this Shakespearean tragedy.
This book is hitting me hard. Barbara is a monster, yes, but she's a monster with depth and dimension and specificity, and as someone who often writes from the monster's point of view, she's just incredibly compelling. I can't imagine what it took for Jordy Rosenberg to write this. I would specifically anti-recommend this for a lot of people but I am enthralled.
Also very grateful for my own mom for not being like this omg.