"Out of the Blue: New Short Fiction from Iceland".Sebastian Barry's "Days Without End": Book Review.
Halldór Laxness' "Independent People": Book Review.Dave McGowan's "Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon": B.David Foster Wallace's "Brief Interviews With Hide.Paul Strathern's "Dostoevsky in 90 Minutes": Audio.Simon Parke's "Conversations with Leo Tolstoy": Au.John Andrew Fredrick's "Your Caius Aquilla": Book."The Enthusiasms of Robertson Davies": Book Review.Lopez, Jr.'s "Strange Tales of an Orient. "His eyes were holes in the world" is how one woman sums up her attacker, tellingly for these blunt themes. But the degree to which he forces himself and then us to listen to these revelations batters you down. David Foster Wallace possesses insight, verisimilitude, and intelligence. It's surely what you see is what you get, but this is not a series of themes I care to return to. There's an exhaustive determination to record betrayals, rapes, defecation, disgust, hatred, ennui, resentment, and doomed power-plays, and manipulation, in sex and other exchanges turned violent. But, as with a surfeit of crime fiction, true or imagined, the consumer may be weary too early. These sound, as DFW intended I assume, as character studies of the dark side. Yet, as with the content overall, the ending's not surprising.
The metaphorical and moral connections between Viktor Frankl's suffering endured that produced his Man's Search for Meaning and the assault perpetrated with a Jack Daniel's bottle on a teen victim ensure that no reader or listener will ever think of that Holocaust memoir-treatise the same from now on. Halfway, #46 does reach an apex of ingenuity. But this for four hours bogs down into a combination of raw (more ways than one) material for future dramatic monologues for auditions, and what feels, intentionally surely, the transcripts of a variety of depressed, bitter, lustful, wry, and/or erudite (as the author) case studies. On audio, there is talent applied diligently by a variety of youngish male actors. It's brief, compared to that bent on a harrowing evocation of the titular hideousness. One blurb lauds the "hilarious" content herein.
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