Little Dorrit, I Died.
Well, rub me with butter and call me a pancake. I lost my shit with 5-stars worth of merriment; Little Dorrit was incredible.
You don’t even know what this book has in it. Just to name a few: gondola chases, miracles, prisons, people named Tite Barnacle, dog murders, crazy exes, and I’m about 99% sure this book had lesbians. And DICKENS. I mean, we all loved A Christmas Carol, but LITTLE DORRIT. To my satisfaction, there was even a ghost. Complete.
I’ve heard there has been a resurgence in Dickens for whatever reason, and viva la Charles. The point has been made by some author whose name escapes me, that his novels are structured like our modern TV series. Subplots on subplots, with all variety of interesting stories we like to keep track of and Tumblr over. Whatever the reason, Dickens is now the new-new post-post modern voice of literature, and you heard it here first. Single plot lines are SO 2011.
Wait no longer for the next season of whatever, read Little Dorrit and be entertained until your heart blows up like a meth lab.
“Love, when you get fear in it, it’s not love any more. It’s hate.”
― James M. Cain, The Postman Always Rings Twice
James M. Cain is my spirit animal.
“Light Boxes” by Shane Jones, Also Hungry for Pizza.
I like poems, I like the cute and the precious fable thing, but this was like a sneeze that just did not happen. It wanted to happen, I needed to sneeze, but no.
This book would have been charming to find in the initial 500-print run. A practically hand-bound book out of nowhere in a little family bookstore. But as it has the full Penguin (and so I’ve heard Spike Jonze) makeover…I expected better font choices?
The advertised story idea, which is fantastic, also could have used 200 more pages and a couple tweaks. Aside from the fable bits, this is your classic story of the narrator with writer’s block/depression, whatever. This was “Adaptation” meets “Stranger Than Fiction” meets “The Truman Show” meets etc., etc. And it’s done in so many fragments, you just sort of figure it out because it’s one of those tropes.
And I like snow! I like surrealist novels, go and see how many stars I give things like, “The Story of the Eye!” Completely inappropriate! When I order a pizza from Domino’s, I expect a greasy delicious pizza. Not a granola bar in a cardboard box, wishing to be a pizza. When I order a unique piece of fiction from a debut author, I expect more writing, and less idea brainstorming in mediocre font sizes.
It’s not making me ANGRY per se. Just you know, I’m disappointed.
Whenever the gondola of his mistress left the gate, the gondola of Mr. Sparkler shot out from some watery ambush and gave chase, as if she were a fair smuggler and he a custom house officer.
— Gondola chase GPOY, Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit