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Reading 2015: August

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Whoops, halfway through September and I forgot to put this up.

  1. Ms. Marvel vol. 1: No Normal by G. Willow Wilson and Adrian Alphona – The first book of one of the most acclaimed series last year. I get the enthusiasm; this is multicultural, YA superheroism at its most delightful. I’ll probably grab another volume or two of this, and will definitely be bumping G. Willow Wilson’s novel Alif the Unseen up toward the top of my stack.
  2. Captain Marvel vol. 2: Down by Kelly Sue DeConnick, Christopher Sebela, Dexter Soy, and Filipe Andrade – This book is richly written and structurally interesting–especially the issue shaped around Carol Danvers’s continually morphing to-do list–but I think I enjoyed it less than the previous one. That’s because it’s more tightly integrated with Marvel continuity and characters, and as a DC kid, I just don’t know who these people are. Too frequently I felt like the folks in the theater at the end of The Avengers, asking, “…so who was that purple guy?” This was especially true of the antagonists in the collection’s second story arc.
  3. This One Summer by Jillian Tamaki and Mariko Tamaki – What a gorgeous book. An achingly deep slice of adolescence, tender without being sentimental. I’ll be rereading this one.
  4. Miracleman Book 2: The Red King Syndrome by Alan Moore and Alan Davis
  5. Miracleman Book 3: Olympus by Alan Moore and John Totleben – I’d been waiting years to read these books in print. I found scans in the late 2000s of the second half of Alan Moore’s run on Miracleman (starting about halfway through book 2 here), which I had only ever heard written of as a lost masterpiece. Even back then, without getting to follow the story from the beginning, I thought Olympus matched the hype. To have the complete story on my shelves in glossy hardback feels like getting to make good on a promise to my younger self.

The First Twenty Books of 2014

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As previously mentioned, graduate school was hell on my reading. To get back in the groove I resolved that this year I would read at least one book a week. Twelve weeks in, I’m ahead of schedule. Here are the first twenty books I’ve read this year. (Collage above made with this online tool.)

  1. The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. This one failed to impress me, and I doubt I will read any other books in the series.
  2. Solaris: The Definitive Edition by Stanislaw Lem (audiobook). This is the new translation direct from Polish released in 2008. I’d tried to read the previous translation once, which was actually a retranslation from French, and found it unimpressive. I loved the direct translation, though, and can see why it’s held in such esteem among Lem’s works.
  3. Tuf Voyaging by George R. R. Martin. This is a reread, inspired by the book’s presence on Kevin Brockmeier’s list of his 50 favorite SFF books. I thought it delightful fun the first time, and I still feel that way about it. It’s a collection of linked short stories, but both times I’ve read it in a single sitting.
  4. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. This is really a gorgeous, ambitious book. Carmen Machado loves it, and had been recommending it for a few years. The novel’s formal conceit is that it is narrated by Death, and while this is achieved with great sensitivity and beautiful language, my own lack of affection for Cartesian dualism means I found it less affecting than I otherwise might. I suspect that’s why I merely really liked it rather than loving it.
  5. Superman/Shazam: First Thunder by Judd Winick and Joshua Middleton. I was inspired to read this by Justin Pierce, who posted to Facebook a page from it in which Superman is furious when he learns that Captain Marvel is a transformed child. That scene was probably the best thing in the book, but it was fun.
  6. The Genocides by Thomas Disch. This is another one from Kevin’s list. It’s one of the bleakest books I’ve ever fully enjoyed. Humanity is uncomplicatedly eliminated as unseen aliens turn the planet into a monoculture for a genetically engineered crop. As unremitting an apocalypse as I’ve ever read.
  7. Arcadia by Tom Stoppard. This, as is obvious if you’ve clicked the very first link in the first paragraph, is a reread. I bought a bunch of copies of the play and threw a table reading party. We all drank mulled wine and hammed it up.
  8. Options by Robert Sheckley. After Van Choojitarom challenged people to come up with a novel odder than Voyage to Arcturus (which I still need to read), I offered this as a possibility. When I was 16 it seemed to me merely a memorably enthusiastic work of metafiction. Reading it now, though, it strikes me as an absurdist take on the difficulties of the creative process. Reading it makes me feel like I do when I’m struggling at the keyboard, and yet it’s entertaining. It’s also short enough that despite the overt metafictional elements, it doesn’t wear out its welcome. Might be my favorite Sheckley now. (Note if you’re planning to give it a shot, I’m pretty sure the opening few chapters intentionally read as terribly-written. Which is to say, I think they are well written, but in intentionally bad prose.)
  9. Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke. Yet another from Kevin’s list. I read it as a kid and didn’t find it terribly impressive then, by Kevin’ and Jo Walton’s appreciation for the book convinced me to give it another chance. They were right. It’s really an excellent book, for all the reasons Jo outlines. Also, I realize I must have been under ten years old the last time I read it, because I remember thinking that if the events in the book were to happen, I would have been among the posthuman cohort.
  10. Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang by Kate Wilhelm. I’d never read one of her novels, and this one won the Hugo award in 1977, so seemed a good place to start. I didn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I liked the opening section well enough, and the writing is good throughout, but I found culture of the clone generations unconvincing.
  11. Sarah Canary by Karen Joy Fowler. I love everything by Fowler I’ve ever read, which is several short stories and now three novels. This one is now my second favorite, behind We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, my favorite novel I read last year. Sarah Canary is lyrical and brilliant. Also, this is yet another one from Kevin’s list, which has yet to lead me astray.
  12. The Steps of the Sun by Walter Tevis. This is the last of Tevis’s science fiction novels that I hadn’t read, after reading The Man Who Fell to Earth and Mockingbird last year. I have yet to read anything by Tevis I don’t find engrossing, but this is a weird one. The opening I loved so much it seemed on pace to become a favorite, but toward the end the book takes a turn that I’m still trying to figure out my feelings toward. I still liked it, but I think less than the previous two.
  13. Bad Behavior by Mary Gaitskill. I’d read a few of these stories before, such as “Secretary” (the basis for the movie) and “A Romantic Weekend”(a favorite of mine), but never the whole collection. It’s good. Completely unsentimental psychological realism, full of obsessions and kinks. I’ve got another Gaitskill collection on deck for later.
  14. The Lifecycle of Software Objects by Ted Chiang. This was a reread that I assigned my science fiction writing class, in advance of Ted doing a Skype visit. I think this book is perfect.
  15. Hawkeye vol. 1 by Matt Fraction and David Aja. This was a gift from Matt when I visited Portland. It’s great fun, deserving of all the superlatives on the cover. Each issue is a tiny, clever action movie, the cleverest one from the point of view of a dog.
  16. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Century: 2009 by Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. After Portland I find myself on a bit of a comics kick. This is the third of the Century volumes, and I didn’t enjoy it that much. Harry Potter as the antichrist was fun enough, but at this point LoEG seems more about enacting its conceit than about telling a story. Still, there were some nice tender scenes between Orlando and Mina.
  17. Weapons of the Metabarons by Alejandro Jodorowsky, Travis Charest, and Zoran Janjetov. A fairly forgettable addendum to an unforgettable series. I bought an omnibus collection of the original Metabarons series in Portland and will probably reread it soon.
  18. The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier. Kevin’s writing is beautiful. This book is about a city populated by everyone who is dead but still remembered by someone alive, and what happens to that city when everyone on Earth starts to die.
  19. Fourth Mansions by R. A. Lafferty. I bought this book on the strength of its chapter titles, which are things like “Now I will dismember the world with my hands” and “But I eat them up, Frederico, I eat them up.” This book was…strange. Not bad, but not good either. I’m not convinced that it is about anything except itself. It’s an internally consistent system of symbolism that doesn’t necessarily have any relevance to the real world. The language was very entertaining, but it’s verbal fireworks bursting above an insubstantial landscape.
  20. Nemo: Heart of Ice by Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. I liked this more than Century: 2009, because it’s more strongly narrative and because I enjoyed the H. P. Lovecraft and John Campbell references. Still a minor work, though.

Grant Morrison on THE KILLING JOKE

Here’s a YouTube podcast excerpt in which Grant Morrison offers a compelling reading of the end of Alan Moore’s book Batman: The Killing Joke. I think this has permanently changed the way I see the story.

Thoughts on the WATCHMEN Movie

Today I saw the Watchmen movie, with some trepidation.  I wasn’t afraid, as Ferrett Steinmetz is, that the film version would overwrite my own internal imagery developed from reading the graphic novel.  I understand his fear–his example, in the comments at the link, of the Harry Potter movie actors overwriting his own internal voices when he read the later books in the series is something that happened to me too, to some extent.  But for Watchmen it would be impossible.  The character voices and motions of closure that I cast between the panels are indelible.  The book is part of my personal canon (what Sarah Miller refers to as a sacred text), and I’ve read it often enough and from an impressionable enough age that my own relationship to it is ossified, inviolable.  (Ever since I read Sarah’s review I’ve been thinking about trying to explicate the core of my personal canon, and knowing that Watchmen would definitely be on it has been making me feel self conscious.  I’m not used to the things I value being as big a part of the zeitgeist as Watchmen is right now.  Somewhere in the past week I read someone exhorting to the world, “Movie reviewers: no one cares about your deep personal relationship to the graphic novel!” and I have to say I knew how s/he felt.)

So it wasn’t fear that my relationship to the book would alter that made me hesitant to see the movie.  It was fear that it would be as big a train wreck as the other movie adaptations of Alan Moore’s work have been.  From Hell and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen both bore so little relation to their source material that they could more accurately be said to be inspired by the books than based on them.  And the former was forgettable and the latter execrable.  Almost worse was V for Vendetta, which was a greater abomination despite being a better movie.  It was as though the flesh and outward appearance of the book had been flensed and draped over the philosophical skeleton of a completely different story.  From some angles the beast looks attractive, and even beautiful (such as the scene with Valerie’s letter, lifted word for word from the book and powerful in any medium), but as soon as it begins to move it is revealed to be a ghoulish chimera, and the vitality of book’s conflict between fascism and anarchy comes through as merely a sickly sendup of modern American politics.  What I feared was that the same grusome surgery might have been performed on Watchmen.

It wasn’t.  The movie is fully Watchmen, and what flaws it has are stumbles and missteps, not spasms born of a fatally rotten core.  It is easily the best adaptation of Moore’s work so far, and I think it may even be a good movie in its own right.  What follows are my ruminations, incomplete and still developing, about specific elements of the adaptation.  If spoilers are a concern for you, for either the book or the movie, stop reading now.

The biggest change to the story, and the one that people will probably discuss the most, is the change to Ozymandias’s plan.  No longer does he teleport a genetically engineered giant monster with a caustic psychic payload to New York to explode, kill half the city, and traumatize the world with its death throes.  Instead he simultaneously attackes major cities all around the world with an energy weapon based on the powers of Dr. Manhattan.  Of all the changes from the book, this is the one I have the least problem with; I actually think it is an excellent solution to two problems that Hayter/Snyder had in adapting the story for the screen.  The first problem is length.  Terry Gilliam famously said that Watchmen was unfilmable unless you made it five hours long, and the movie to be successful was going to have to be under three.  The way to make the story smaller was pare down the side characters and world building.  The story had to get smaller, and the giant monster was heavily reliant on side characters for its creation.  Black Frighter, it’s reader, and crucially it’s author: gone, and with it the caustic psychic payload.  The other problem that had to be solved was 9/11.  If Ozymandias just attacks New York, the act would be seen as derivative to a post-9/11 audience, so the attack had to get bigger.  For the story to get smaller and the attack to get bigger while somehow retaining Ozymandias’s core plan of bringing about world peace by uniting humanity against a terrifying external enemy, it was necessary to have his plot revolve around something from the primary narrative.  Dr. Manhattan is the obvious, sensible choice, and given that even at the end of the graphic novel the majority of the world thinks that he left the Earth in a rage and never returned, it’s a fairly elegant one as well.  Making Dr. Manhattan the external enemy that humanity unifies in fear of works, I have no problem with this change.  I might even like it.

Other things I especially liked:

The opening credit sequence was brilliant.  In fact, it may have been my favorite thing about the movie simply because it was not in the book, and yet was utterly tonally consistent with the book–so it was just more Watchmen.  I liked getting more Watchmen.

The Comedian was brilliantly cast.  I sometimes questioned the direction during his scenes–in particular I felt that the interaction between he and Dr. Manhattan in Vietnam after he shoots the pregnant woman should have been far more visceral–but there is no question that they got the right actor for the role.

The one thing we knew from 300 that we could rely on Snyder to get right was the visuals, and he didn’t disappoint.  I had great fears about his ability to communicate subtlety–fears that were to some extent justified–but the film is beautiful, and as excellent a translation of the art of the book as anyone could reasonably ask for.

People are sometimes cavalier in talking about act structure in movies.  I’m not really comfortable doing it, because I don’t think I really know what I’m talking about.  Maybe I should read McKee’s book one day.  But I think that, by sticking so closely with the issue arcs of the series, the movie deviated from traditional big blockbuster structure.  All of the issue opening and closing images were retained, and the issues themselves have their own tone.  The first issue with Rorschach unmasked and in prison is very tonally distinct from the issues around it, and that section of the movie has a shift in tone as well, that comes in a place where I didn’t really expect one.  I kind of enjoyed seeing a big budget movie that had the emotional beats in nontraditional places.

Things I found mildly irritating:

Perhaps it would have been too big of a tonal shift of the type I was just talking about, but I wish that the nonlinearity of Dr. Manhattan’s ruminations on Mars had been more fully retained.  They flirt with it enough to make it recognizable to someone who has read the book, but don’t really capture the character’s perception of time the way the book does.  Maybe the only way that was ever going to happen is if they got Christopher Nolan in to guest direct that section.

I understand, given the change to Ozymandias’s plan, why they took out the electric car infrastructure made possible by Dr. Manhattan’s effortless nuclear synthesis.  But if he isn’t filling the “yeah, I’ll make whatever atoms you want me to” role in this version, then what is the explanation for the airships?

If Dr. Manhattan’s Mars citadel isn’t all one big piece of glass, the whole thing shouldn’t shatter like that when Laurie hits it.

Has there ever been a movie that included a slow motion “Nooooooo!” that wouldn’t be improved by its omission?  I suspect there has not.  I am certain that one did not need to be added to Watchmen.  (In fact, Dan seeing Rorschach’s death at all was an unnecessary and ultimately pointless change.)

Things that I think are actual flaws:

From the time Dr. Manhattan leaves the planet until the time of Ozymandias’s attack, less than two days pass.  And during those two days everyone in the developed world thinks that nuclear annihilation is imminent and they are very likely to die.  That motivates, to one degree or another, the actions of every character in the movie–save perhaps Rorschach–from that point in the story on.  And I don’t think that background is effectively communicated, which makes lots of the following action, especially Laurie and Dan’s growing recklessness, feel unmotivated.  I think part of the problem might be that Hollis Mason’s death scene is left out, and so we don’t get to see that rioting, senseless violence that is effecting people as they panic about the state of the world.

Ozymandias’s character is pared back considerably, making him much more of a stereotypical villain than in the book.  I think his is the least successful character transition, and the ending suffers for it.  In the book when he says, “I’m not a republic serial villain,” the line works, but when movie Ozymandias says “I’m not some comic book villain,” my though was, “then why have you been acting like one the whole movie?”  A character as smart as Ozymandias is supposed to be should be more self-aware than that.

The ending also suffers from being rushed.  Ozymandias “killing” Dr. Manhattan, then Laurie shooting Ozymandias, and then Dr. Manhattan’s return all happen without any emotional downbeat between them, and as a result run together.  I’m not sure if it was a matter of the editing/directorial choices, or if the scene just needed to be longer, but we definitely don’t have time to process Dr. Manhattan’s disappearance before he is back again, or to really appreciate what the conflict with Laurie and Dan says about Ozymandias’s character–yet another way in which that was mishandled.

Trying to have Sally Jupiter explain and give a reason for why she ended up loving the Comedian was simply wrong.  There is no feel-good philosophy behind that aspect of the story.  There is nothing there but an assertion that people can be this complicated, that we don’t, regardless of what some characters maintain, live in a world of explicable moral absolutes.  There can be an attempted rape, and decades later a kiss planted on a photograph, and the world keeps going on.  Trying to use that aspect of the story as a mother/daughter bonding issues and dress it up in romantic notions about parenthood was a drastically misguided idea.

Final thoughts:

I’m still processing this movie.  I probably will be for a while.  But I think I can say that it is the first Alan Moore movie adaptaion that I may, eventually, say-unqualified-that I like.  I doubt it will ever be part of my list of favorite movies, the way the book is a part of my personal canon.  The two texts will never be interchangeable for me, though I am eager to see the director’s cut of the film.  But I think it is probably a reasonably good movie, I think I liked it, and I think it was much, much better than I, at my most pessimisstic, feared it was going to be.