Showing posts with label under the dome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label under the dome. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Ten Best Books I Read in 2012

10.

A stay-up-all-night thriller that turns very, very tragic.

9.

A forgotten thriller that should be re-issued it's so timely. This is essentially what would happen if the tea party decided to really use all those guns.

8.

Far sicker and crueler than the film version. I'm just staring to read all of Cain and he is pretty masterful.

7.

Really called The Hunter, and one of the best anti-heroes in all of literature.

6.

A novel about a sane man spiraling into alcoholism and adultery. As scary as any thriller.

5. 

Another cold and clever marriage thriller.

4. 

It poses as a spy novel but it's ultimately about writing, love, and autobiography. I, for one, loved the big twist.

3.
"When all of us are forgotten, people will still be remembering Stephen King," Leslie Fiedler. This one will make a very good TV show (I believe it's in the works).

2.

One of the saddest books I've ever read. The chronicle of a mediocre life.

1.

I'm picking Mother's Milk, but this is really just a stand-in for the first four Patrick Melrose novels. I read them in one big gulp, alternately horrified and amused. St. Aubyn has got to be the best novelist in England right now.





Sunday, January 29, 2012

Under the Dome

This excellent thousand-pager from Stephen King is both epic and somehow cozy. It's high concept premise: an entire town--Chester's Mill, Maine--is mysteriously encased in a huge, impermeable dome, sealed from outside help, its inhabitants unable to escape. All sorts of grisliness ensues as King dispatches with abandon his town's denizens. There's a typical King hero, a man named Barbie, and an excellent King villain, a self-righteous Christian named Big Jim Rennie, who is incredibly nasty while thinking he's the hero of the story.

Most of all, though, this is King's most political novel, working as an allegory for everything that's wrong with modern America, post 9/11. Its themes: the environment, homeland security, American imperialism, Christian doctrine, individual freedoms, the Press, to name a few. But most of all this book turns out to be about the importance of pity, more important in the modern world than love.

I remember King, a massive fan of Lost, imploring the writers to create an ending that explained everything that happened. He said he knew that they'd be crucified for it but it was the honest way to go. He was right, and the ending of this book, the explanation of the events, is not quite as riveting as its premise. But how could it be? King provides an ending, and that's the important thing.