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Ben Marcus’ “The Flame Alphabet”

Ben Marcus’ The Flame Alphabet is an ambitious book. And it’s pretty okay. It’s got some things going for it and some things going against it. It says a lot while being economical—it checks in at a little under 300 pages—but also gets tripped up by the author’s rhetorical meandering. It is thrilling at times, but too often plods along like a Molina brother. It is a novel with a premise so rich—and an author so talented, so hailed—that a literary flourish seems inevitable, but ultimately fails to live up to its own lofty conceit.

It’s not often that a good book can still disappoint.

In The Flame Alphabet, a couple (Sam and Claire) is affected by an epidemic caused by, well, toxic language. (It gets complicated.) Those affected get sicker and sicker and sicker, their faces shrinking, bodies drying; a spot under the tongue hardens, eliminating the possibility of speech. Getting the sickness is simple: any intake of language, be it from a conversation or the newspaper or the radio, will make the subject irretrievably ill.  Continue reading

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#fridayreads

Well, in a further consolidation of this blog’s original acronym, I, Marnie, have made the move to Boston. It’s oddly fitting that I type this in a coffee shop where, within five minutes of my arrival, I was asked by an Irish woman about where she might find the nearest bookstore. The best part was, I was able to tell her! (It was Brattle Book Shop, an extremely worthwhile destination for anyone willing to stomach its oft-sassy staff.) Already a literary local, y’all. Step two: adopt an Irish brogue. Step three: thank the staff of this coffee shop for playing “Bittersweet Symphony.”

At any rate, our hectic review month of January presses on. Here are the #fridayreads we’ve got on our recently relocated nightstands:

Ben Marcus’s The Flame Alphabet

If the premise of a world where children’s language has disease-like effects on adults isn’t creepy enough, look into the book trailer for this upcoming release. Does it remind anyone else of the Salad Fingers cartoons of yesteryear? And if so, is there any way you’re not chomping at the bit to read it? Marcus presents a literary-minded rather than a principally plot-driven novel, and our review of The Flame Alphabet will be up later this month on pub day.

Ransom Riggs’s Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

We’ve got a guest review of this bestseller on the way, and we hope that said reviewer becomes a regular correspondent for YA literature — an area that remains largely untapped by your DBC|Reads crew.

Alan Bradley’s The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

The first installment in the Flavia de Luce series, I was given this book from a dear friend as a going-away gift. She is very excited for me to start in on what she says is the epitome of a charming, fun, adventurous read. When I asked around about Sweetness (being, as always, the last person on earth to read it), it turns out there is little else but praises sung for Bradley’s bestseller, and one friend responded to my inquiry by simply exclaiming “FLAVIAAAAAAAA!” at the top of her voice. If that’s not a ringing endorsement, I don’t know what is.

….Speaking of ringing endorsements, this coffee shop’s playing “Feel Good Inc.” now.

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Odds and Ends

Merry Sunday, everyone.

We’re doing some year-end business for the next thirteen days, but in the meantime we thought we’d let you know about our packed January review schedule.

January 3: Leigh Stein’s The Fallback Plan
Stein’s debut arrives just after New Year’s Day and deals with a topic near and dear to our hearts: what to do after college? Of course the protagonist, Esther Kohler, has a situation much more complicated than any of ours; that’s probably why she’s a character in a novel and we’re just a bunch of metropolitan white people. We digress! Stein is 26, and by all accounts, her debut is a promising entrance into the fiction world.

January 4: Sandra Newman’s The Western Lit Survival Kit: An Irreverent Guide to the Classics, from Homer to Faulkner
Newman’s flyover “guide to the classics” is certainly written at the right time: if there’s one thing the aughts-generation (Are we Generation Z or something? Whatever.) has seemingly missed out on, it’s classic literature. My high school English courses were a wasteland in terms of quality classic literature, the only two exceptions being Native Son and The Great Gatsby. (I’m not counting the abridged-to-airplane-safety-manual-size translation of The Odyssey, either.) Newman, in humorous fashion, condenses these texts, using a formula to rate and discuss them.

January 9: Ayad Akhtar’s American Dervish
Akhtar’s debut novel (can you tell we still love first-time authors?) has a very clear objective: to tell the story of being Muslim in America, long before 9/11, in the 80s and 90s. American Dervish focuses on Hayat Shah, a pre-teen Muslim in suburban Milwaukee attempting to reconcile his faith and his family. But while it focuses on Hayat, Dervish is as much about the female experience in Islam. The subject matter is charged and sure to provoke some reaction; but Akhtar’s own command of Islamic texts is so strong that there is authenticity and authority in criticisms of religious texts or traditions.

January 9: Doc Hendley’s Wine to Water: A Bartender’s Quest to Bring Clean Water to the World
Hendley’s memoir is a genuine story of a small town American meeting faraway problems in remote corners of the world. His stories are riveting, and his charm apparent.

January 17: Ben Marcus’ The Flame Alphabet
Marcus, known as much for his criticism of Jonathan Franzen as his own presence as a force in our literary culture, focuses his new novel on a plague: language. Adults, affected by their children’s use of it, are struck with a grotesque condition, with jaundice, soreness, open sores—all things one associates with, you know, plagues. The Flame Alphabet is haunting, and a slam-dunk to be on (most) year-end lists in 2012. Also: kick-ass cover art, if there ever was; my goodness.

January 17: Eli Gottlieb’s The Face Thief
Gottlieb’s new novel focuses on a protagonist, Margot, well-versed in the Chinese art of face reading. Using her new-found powers for untoward means—preying on the weaknesses of men—Margot destroys lives and families.

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#fridayreads

This year, for the first time ever, I am flying on Thanksgiving Day. Given that I’ll be working late into the evening Wednesday night, closing down the office, dotting and crossing the requisite letters, etc. and that I love saving money, flying on the holiday morning makes perfect sense. There is, however, the creeping dread: flying that day leaves no wiggle room. What if there’s a spontaneous snowstorm that closes down the entire East Coast? What if I eat my turkey leg at the Legal Seafood at Logan International—except since that this is a crazy situation stranding me at a “high”-class seafood restaurant in a busy airport, I’d be eating some low-class marlin or something—and never even get to smell homemade stuffing or fill my mouth with entirely too many mashed potatoes?

What if Boston’s notoriously unreliable and lousy, filthy, rotten public transit services decide to shut down en masse—it is a holiday, after all—leaving me with a more unreliable, lousier, filthier, rottener option: taxis. Taxis in Boston are nothing like taxis in Chicago (and New York, as some have informed me); that is to say, they are crazy expensive and almost impossible to find. Given that I live in Somerville, taxis are sparser here than the city. And Cambridge—our more erudite and irrevocably haughty neighbor city—taxis can’t even drop off in Somerville; mind you: the border between Somerville and Cambridge is arbitrary and stupid (so much so the cab drivers don’t even know what’s what).

At this point, I’m just going to assume I’ll be taking a raft from the Aquarium to the airport. It’ll probably be quicker, anyhow.

It’s best I not think about how everything could go wrong. But I’m not that kind of guy. I’ll be monitoring the weather for next Thursday every seventeen minutes until I go to bed Wednesday night.

So what are you reading this weekend?  Continue reading

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