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10 April
2006 Eric Puchner Aimless young men,
rickety marriages, and children of divorce are all shopworn staples of the
modern short story, so it's a delight to find someone who can make something
new and sparkly of them. This tasty
little book surprised me like a story collection hasn’t in a long time, making me laugh and gasp out
loud. Puchner
makes very subtle and complicated observations of human behavior: the
ever-shifting allegiances, the difficulty of reading a person. You can skip the last story, a contemporary
favorite cliche about the guy who teaches English
as a second language and ends up learning from his wise students, but the
others are real gems. The Fat
Nonfiction Anthology Donna Jarrell and Ira Sukrungruang Not to be confused with non-fat
fiction (diet chick lit?), or fat fiction,
this is a collection of essays on fat.
It’s
uneven, as most anthologies are, but
with some standouts: Steven Shaw’s manifesto, “Fat Guys Kick Ass”; Atul Gawande’s
New Yorker piece on gastric bypass surgery; a chilling report on the practice
of hogging (you don’t want to know, and if you already do, I don’t want to know about it); and, to remind us
that women can treat their sex partners
as callously as men can, a woman’s disturbingly unembarrassed account of her affair with “the fat guy.” Elizabeth Gilbert My favorite writer tells
the story of how she recovered from a train-wreck divorce and ring-of-fire
rebound relationship by traveling to The Germ
Freak’s Guide to Outwitting Colds and Flu Allison Janse and
Charles Gerba I read this after a
night of swing dancing, an activity that would surely give the eponymous
author (Janse) apoplexy. What's more, I read a library copy; I'm
sure she only approves of an online purchase that arrives shrink-wrapped on
the doorstep. Some of its advice is
good (use your own pen) some marginally useful (if everyone thinks the first
toilet stall is the least used, it won't be anymore) and some downright
bizarre (try to touch the part of the doorknob that looks less used?), but I
enjoyed most of all the subtext: mentions of her husband hinted at the strain
it must be to be married to a woman who has no qualms about berating
strangers for coughing near her children.
Heightened awareness of germs is a good thing; hand washing alone has
saved lives. But avoiding germs has to
be balanced with the cost. While a
world in which people didn't come to work when they're sick would be a better
place, a world without handshakes, not to mention swing dancing or library
books, would be a much poorer one indeed.
Sooner or later in life, you're going to have to touch something that
someone else has touched. Just don't
rub your eyes. Love My
Rifle More Than You: Young and Female in the Kayla Williams and Michael E. Staub Bent on proving what a
badass hottie she is, Williams’s thoughts on the While
They’re at War: The True story of American Families on the Homefront For a more delicate and
thoughtful look at the war and its repercussions, turn to Henderson, the wife
of Marine Corps Chaplain. She tells
the story of the families the soldiers leave behind by focusing on two young
wives, but weaves in other anecdotes, and her own story, as well. This is a world nearly invisible to those
who don’t
know – or don’t think they know – any military
families. It’s
hard to be left behind, a marriage on hold, managing a household alone,
struggling not to burden the soldier, dreading the knock on the door, never
knowing if this is just a temporary situation or if you’ll never see your spouse again. Sadder still is the predicament of the
soldier who leaves a spouse, and comes back to find the spouse doesn’t want to be
married anymore. Perhaps it’s the bias of a single person, but it seems being separated from one’s partner is
preferable to having no partner at
all. What’s the Matter With
Kansas?: How
Conservatives Won the Heart of America Thomas Frank Frank begins by
reproaching red staters for the oft-repeated claim
that the snobs in the blue states look down on them – and then goes on for 320 pages about what idiots the red staters are.
Nice. There’s lots about himself and his The most ridiculous book I’ve seen this week: Not
Buying it: My Year Without Shopping Judith Levine No, I did not read
this. The premise is that the author
spends a year purchasing only necessities.
She has to eat at home! She has
to use the public library! The
horror! To have written this book is insulting enough
to the thousands of people who live
like this all the time—and – it’s for sale? |
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