Monthly Archives: June 2010

High Before Homeroom by Maya Sloan

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High Before Homeroom by Maya Sloan

Sloan, Maya. High Before Homeroom. Gallery Books, 2010. ISBN 978-1439171295 299 pp. $19.99

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This darkly comic tale is about a 16-year old “loser” who decides he wants to become a meth addict to win the heart of his hot but jaded mall colleague who only dates bad boys. Other advantageous side effects potentially include Doug’s mom paying attention to him for a change, instead of obsessing over care packages to send to his golden boy brother Trevor, whom Doug can never quite measure up to, currently serving in Iraq; raised social standing at school, and even an improved physique from working out at the rehab center. Doug’s thoroughly researched meth addiction and intends to take good care of himself even through the worst of it, stocking up on vitamins and extra flouridated toothpaste in advance. The best laid plans often go awry, however; and that’s the case here.

High Before Homeroom could have/should have been published as YA; I suspect it was pushed to the adult market because of what I assume to be a frighteningly realistic portrayal of just how many times a day teenage boys think about sex. The drug addiction, foul language, and several incidents of violence are might have also given the publisher pause.

While part of my distaste for the book might be personal bias at the idea of someone deliberating deciding to become an addict, when addiction is driven by environment, heredity, and biology, I think it’s a flawed piece of work, albeit one with high teen appeal.

I found the characterizations very one-note: Mom’s a zombie, Trevor is the perfect brother, Angela (a girl Doug meets at a club) is a cookie cutter rebellious Christian girl. Doug’s diatribe of self-loathing, desire to lose his virginity, and dislike of school/job/life goes from edgy and raw to downright whiny. The only standout is his best friend, who owns an empire in the virtual world of Second Life, has kinky cybersex with another avatar, and shows up to rescue Doug after a night out partying wearing flannel pajamas sent to him by his grandmother. Any character growth is a simple 180. In real life, people are not this black and white.

Doug is obsessed with Kerouac’s On The Road, and shares enough about the book that readers unfamiliar with the allusion will see how Doug’s own goals, and subsequent journey, relate to the plot. Defining the social strata of a midwestern high school by the posters that hang on schoolmate’s bedroom walls is clever, but the cliques having changed much since Ponyboy Curtis define the Socs and Greasers back in 1967. Another cliche: the high school guidance counselor stops Doug to ask about his plans for college (because he is, actually, a really smart kid, in spite of his neuroses and unforgiving peers) and follows up the conversation by asking about Trevor. Later, Doug wonders what makes people aspire to be guidance counselors–this was a throwback to Rats Saw God, for me.

There were some amusing moments, like when Doug can’t even get high on the meth, the first time, and just throws up all over his bedroom, and then decides not to clean it up, because that’s what a real addict would do, and later, when he claims he’s going to become a meth addict “if it kills him.” I found a lot of the writing to be over the top with gritty edgy detail, especially in an early scene where Doug is standing out in the cold by the dumpster at the mall, on a smoke break with Laurilee, the object of his affection, and later, when he is out at a club and discovering this new Doug, who drinks his meth dissolved in coffee laced with a 5 spoonfuls of sugar, is the kind of guy who grinds against girls he doesn’t know.

In the midst of all the breakneck paced angst, is a long drawn out scene where Doug, on his mission to score drugs, goes straight to one of Trevor’s peers, a college dropout who takes him to a meth lab. I put the book down around page 100 because I didn’t care about Mitch–I just wanted Doug to get to the meth lab! Mitch makes a number of unsavory confessions and charges Doug four times what the drugs are worth. I did pick it back up again, and read to the end, because the teaser on the blurb is that Trevor returns from overseas, and has a dark secret all his own. The big reveal is not such a shock, and the stupidity that follows is the opportunity for a shiny happy ending. And, I’m just going to put this out there, it’s extremely unrealistic for someone to get to step 8 so fast.

Beneath the Lion’s Gaze by Maaza Mengiste

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Beneath the Lion’s Gaze by Maaza Mengiste

Mengiste, Maaza. Beneath the Lion’s Gaze. W.W. Norton, 2010. ISBN 978-0393071764 320 pp. $

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Beneath the Lion’s Gaze is the story of the Ethiopian Revolution in the mid 1970s, from the point of view of multiple characters. It opens with a doctor operating on another gunshot victim, while reflecting on his youngest son’s involvement in the war, and his wife, dying of cancer in the same hospital. The son gets caught up in the resistance, and the doctor euthanizes a torture victim of the regime.

It took me a long time to get into this book; I picked it up and read about 20 pages of and put down, and tried to go back to it, twice, before slogging through it. I did think Mengiste was able to convey the political situation without a lot of long involved history, and there were certainly many exciting moments, but on the whole I was bored. And then, about halfway through, I was very worried for the characters and found myself genuinely caring for Dawit. The torture scenes were hard to read. I liked the twist on the significance of the girl Hailu euthanizes (this is defined as a key plot point on the book jacket, so I don’t think it’s a spoiler). In fact, I was surprised that this even, foreshadowed on the jacket, took so long to get to (2/3 of the book!).

The writing in Beneath the Lion’s Gaze is superb but it’s not an easily accessible novel. I especially loved the transitions in early chapters that introduced the characters, and again around chapter 20, when chapter 19 ends with a mention of pebbles, and chapter 20 opens with pebbles. The motifs (pebbles are only one; the heart, old tough trees, and themes of family and fluidity/flexibility are others) and the symbolism are masterful. Beneath the Lion’s Gaze is not consistently engaging, although the characters are relatable, specifically, the young person who is caught up in fighting for what he believes, and the friendship between two boys, one who goes to soldier and another who joins the resistance.

Certainly, the issue of euthanasia is a meaty topic for discussion; Beneath the Lion’s Gaze has potential for book club discussion.

Why I Fight: The Belt Is Just an Accessory by B.J. Penn

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Why I Fight: The Belt Is Just an Accessory by B.J. Penn

Penn, B.J. Why I Fight: The Belt Is Just an Accessory. William Morrow, 2010. ISBN 978-0061803659 320 pp. $

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I know absolutely nothing about Brazilian juj-itsu (BJJ), and found this memoir of a champion BJJ fighter assumed more knowledge than I had. Ten years ago, B.J. Penn became the first American-born winner of the World Jiu-Jitsu Championship in the black-belt category. This autobiography is a reflection on the moments that led up this victory: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

The tale of B.J.’s childhood in Hawaii gives props to his parents, focuses on the strength of family and the failings of his private school education, and busts down stereotypes of an idyllic and laid back lifestyle of surfing and sunning. There are adrenaline fueled moments of jumping off 30 foot high bridges into hammerhead shark infested waters between rumble style fights (like in the Outsiders!) for no good reason. B.J. is always the guy to stand up and be ready for a fight, and this tendency serves him well when he begins training with a CA transplant who is a tae kwon do expert who is just learning BJJ himself.

The quality of the writing is merely mediocre. The ghostwriter allows B.J.’s voice to really come through–he has a wonderfully engaging conversational style–but tighter editing would have made this a much more pleasant read. I kept thinking that I had lost my place, because whole phrases are repeated nearly word for word. A few grammatical errors, which may have just been B.J.’s way of talking, were grating to me. There are many acronyms that are not deciphered in context, and there isn’t a glossary. I admit to being clueless about mixed martial arts, and the authors assume the reader knows some of the moves. That said, it’s a pretty inspiring story, in part because B.J. says what’s on his mind, and later in his career, speaks out against illegal practices, which resulted in policy changes. Photos in the center of the book include high quality action shots of pivotal moments during tournaments as well as portraiture.

Since a good third of the book covers the author’s youth, and he has success early in life, this is a book with potential teen appeal, especially to followers of the sport or teens who aspire to this career choice.

The Taste of Sorrow by Jude Morgan

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The Taste of Sorrow by Jude Morgan

Jude Morgan. The Taste of Sorrow. Review, 2009. ISBN 978-0755338894 384 pp. $

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Our story opens with Pastor Patrick mourning the imminent death of his wife, in part because he will miss her, but lamenting that she is leaving him alone with five girls and a boy; the youngest, Anne, is still a toddler. His deceased wife’s sister comes to live with them and help manage the household, and then the four oldest girls are sent off to boarding school, a miserable experience of social ostracism, bad food and homesickness. Anne and Elizabeth, the eldest sisters, take ill (like many of their classmates) and come home, only to be buried within months; Charlotte and Emily return home.

The writing is very good–certainly, it’s evocative! I got a few pages in, and having forgotten that this wasn’t meant to be a biography, was VERY impressed that it read like a novel. And not a modern novel, but a novel in the style of the Brontes or Austen–well written, long but well-balanced sentences laden with description and emotion. But, the dreariness of the tale made me drop it. The story doesn’t choose a particular character to focus on, but shifts around in an omniscient POV, so it’s not possible to develop a deep empathy early in the story, and with little investment, I’m not compelled to continue. It’s possible that the tragic nature of the story will have limited appeal for some readers, but I didn’t find it highly accessible.