Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Updates

I'm half way through Confederacy of Dunces for the November book club meeting, and I already I am looking forward to the December book club pick. Mandy has selected Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann. I've never heard of the book, the author, or the real event it is inspired by (a tightrope across Manhattan skyskrapers?!) but I am excited none the less.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Third meeting- Little Bee

Last Sunday, Jamie hosted a lovely book club brunch meeting to discuss her book selection, Little Bee by Chris Cleave. 

I had a unique experience with this book. While reading it, I felt like I couldn't put it down. I opted to pick it up each evening instead of diving into the excessively long list of shows saved on my DVR, and that says a lot. However, immediately upon finishing the book I felt an overwhelming feeling of..... well, nothing. And as time went on, that nothingness turned into faint critiques, mild annoyance, and then slowly but surely, a confused feeling of dislike. Needless to say, I was anxious to hear a discussion about the book and come to a more definitive conclusion about its merits (or perhaps lack there of).

The other members (we had 7 in attendance) were varied in their opinions. A few felt confused like me or ambivalent, two liked it, and two despised it. This variance actually provided for some very stimulating conversation. But, before I tell you about our conversation, I will tell you about the book. The novel's jacket provides no description of the story other than a suggestion that the story is magical and shouldn't be ruined... well, for anyone who is concerned, I am about to ruin it. SPOILER ALERT: The story is told from alternating points of view: half of the time we are in the head of Little Bee, a Nigerian refugee seeking asylum in England. The other half, we hear from Sarah, a British businesswoman, recent widow, and mother to a four year old who believes himself to be Batman. As the story goes on, we learn that Little Bee and Sara (as well as Sara's late husband, Andrew) met on a beach in Nigeria where the poms were vacationing and Little Bee (along with her sister) were running from Nigerian oil company workers who were set out to kill them for knowing too much. And now to fast forward a bit: Sara cut off her finger to save Little Bee's life. Unfortunately, Little Bee's sister didn't make it. Sara's husband was distraught that he didn't to more, and two years later when Little Bee shows up in England, he kills himself. The rest of the story started there (and seemed unnecessary to most of us).

Even just summarizing the plot again, it is clear to me that this novel should have been powerful--tales of survival, of loss, of love, of terror, of resilience..... But most of us were in agreement that it was lacking in some major ways. First off, the writing was nothing special. As a group of academics who read day in and out we are potentially harsher than your average reader, but nobody was impressed. Secondly, the character development was almost non-existent. We were introduced to characters going through intense emotional situations, yet we didn't really know them and (at least personally) did not feel the emotions that we were "supposed to". There was just  no connection to the main characters... and there were supporting roles that seemed out of place. Finally, the book seemed to come to the climax only a third of the way in. The plot after the much anticipated beach scene was overly cumbersome and in some cases ridiculous.

It maybe obvious given the previous paragraphs that I didn't like Little Bee, but I still felt conflicted going into the meeting. After the discussion with the group I came to a careful decision that I didn't like the book (despite what my devouring behaviors suggested while reading it). In fact, I think all but maybe one hold out agreed by the end of the meeting that the book wasn't so fabulous. Ahh, group polarization, it's a beautiful thing (I love social psychology in action!!)

Perhaps more exciting to me was the selection of delicious treats we had. There was an apple baked french toast, some spinach quiche, roasted potatoes, and the masterpiece-- butterhorns. These little delectable gooey cookies were to die for. Sadly, I was not the person who created the masterpiece. In fact, all I brought was OJ. Despite my lousy contribution, and a less than perfect novel, book club meeting #3 was a great success!! Thanks to Jamie for leading a great discussion!