Walking on the Moon

This is about Keith Richards’s book, Life, but there’s something awesome about the post title. Life is Richards’s autobiography. He’s the lead guitarist and a significant creative force behind the Rolling Stones – perhaps the rock and roll band – and has a life of debauchery and legend.

While I enjoy the Rolling Stones stuff I’ve heard – and I did go to school in the Midwest, where classic rock a required minor – I’m not a huge fan or student of the band.  I don’t keep track of all the personnel changes or who stole whose wife.  I do know that their music is consistently good rock and roll and that they’ve been doing it longer than I’ve been alive.  I’m sure scholars of the Stones will be fact checking this thing to death for the motivations for this or that decision or further insight into the Mick Jagger/Keith Richards in-fighting that’s been going on.  That’s not the perspective you will get from me.  I’m just listening to the narrative.

The narrative carries a unique voice.  It’s roughly chronological, but doesn’t pretend that the reader hasn’t heard of the Rolling Stones and know the outline of the story.  Most band members aren’t so much introduced as mentioned.  And if Richards remembers a good story, he just tells it.  The result is an engagingly rambling trip through the history of the band.  One suspects that this is a result of Richards sitting down to a series of interviews with contributor James Fox who turned the thing from interviews into a book that the two of them polished up for publication.  Whatever the process – for all I know Richards composed the whole thing and Fox fact-checked it – the resulting stumble through Richards’s life is engrossing and entertaining.

In much the way that William Shatner’s Up Till Now is the sort of autobiography I imagine Shatner writing, Life is the autobiography that my impression of Keith Richards would write.  Its a tale of mayhem and music told by an unapologetic and somewhat addled protagonist.  He’s clearly aware that his shenanigans are far outside the pale, but somehow finds ways to neither make excuses nor apologies for them.  It’s strangely endearing to hear Richards comment on his son’s recollection of a Richards-driven car crash with “I’m a good driver.  I mean, nobody’s perfect, right?”

It’s also endearing that he doesn’t remember significant events clearly – often admitting he was badly impaired for them and bringing in other eyewitness accounts.  I imagine that Stones scholars find this infuriating, but who could argue with it?  Richards’s reputation for indulging in intoxicants is a given.  It is similarly whimsical to hear the number of times he goes cold turkey or swears off one of his vices, only to have it reappear a few pages later.  These things aren’t a big deal for him, and it’s clear that he doesn’t think that they should be a big deal for the reader, either.

That style has a tendency to downplay his most outrageous actions or to gloss over bad behavior, but for me it didn’t really have that effect.  One gets the impression that when Richards talks to people he would downplay it, but that he is aware of his short temper and casual approach to child rearing.  While he talks with  admiration and respect about the capable women he knows, he also addresses women in general in some unflattering terms. He doesn’t hide much, but he does describe everything in his charming, roguish way.  It seems like he would be perfectly happy with the reader forming their own conclusions from that.

Overall its a diverting life story told in a unique voice.

Recommended.

I always enjoy hearing Mike Birbiglia tell a story.  They’re keenly observed with an eye to the absurd, paced perfectly to keep your interest, and often about more than they seem at the start.  Best of all, they’re funny.

Sleepwalk with Me is a collection of some of his stories in convenient book form.  The written versions share all the strong aspects of his storytelling.  His voice comes off the page very nicely and engages the reader well.  The stories are funny, poignant, and tie together well across the whole of the book.

All that said, I prefer listening to him. I came away with the feeling I’d heard a good album by a great live band.  The production values were great and the essence of the band came through, but I’d still tell my friends that the band is much better live.

Recommended.

I just posted my last capsule reviews for 2010, and looked back at the list of books I read this year.  I read 44 books this year, less than one a week, but still a fairly healthy number.  And it doesn’t count comics.

I wanted to pick a few that were particularly good and say a few words about them, but that’s proving to be hard.  I read a lot of really great books this year. I’m going to throw out a few links to some of the stuff I enjoyed the most.

In non fiction, this was the year I was blown away by Kevin Roose’s incredible The Unlikely Disciple, found out a ton about the recent Wall Street shenanigans in Michael Lewis’s excellent The Big Short, saw how a serial killer and the World’s Fair danced an abstract tango in Erik Larson’s The Devil in the White City, heard a rational plea for coming to terms with our finite planet from Jared Diamond in Collapse, and became a Chuck Klosterman fan by Eating the Dinosaur.

I read more fiction than usual this year.  Partially this was because I discovered Raymond Chandler (The Big Sleep, The Long Goodbye, and Farewell, My Lovely) and renewed my interest in Dick (The Man in the High Castle and A Scanner Darkly) and Atwood (The Year of the Flood, Oryx and Crake, and The Handmaid’s Tale).  I also got sucked into the Twilight thing, knocking off all four constituent books in pretty short order.  I also finally read The Grapes of Wrath, which is a towering work of literature, and found Lionel Shriver’s spectacular We Need to Talk About Kevin, a harrowing mirror held up to both the reader and the world.

That’s a pretty good year by my standards, and there are other fun things that didn’t quite make a mention here.

In some of his recent essays, David Sedaris has talked about how writing about his family has been a two-edged sword.  On the one hand, the stories are delightful and diverting; on the other hand, his family doesn’t seem to enjoy the notoriety.  I suspect that this pressure is part of the reason that his latest, Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk, is a collection of fables with illustrations by Ian Falconer.

A fable is a difficult thing to construct well.  The whole thing is short, the characters need to be vivid but believable, and there needs to be some kind of moral at the end, implied or stated.  Sedaris’s fables are enlightening and wicked; it makes me wonder if Aesop was as satirical to his readers.

Casting his characters as animals distances them from specific people and if this were a different author I would be tempted to say that it lets him unleash his darker views of people.  Sedaris has never shied away from depicting people as they are, but these iconic animals are some of his best creations.  No matter how much he needs a particular character to have a certain trait for his fable, they’re never forced or overcalculated.

In addition to his keen eye for the follies of people and society, Sedaris is an excellent writer structurally.  I have always been impressed with how his compositions flow in such a way that his point often comes dramatically clear only as the essay finishes.  That composition is on display here, as well as the skill with the telling detail that makes the cumulative effects more powerful.

And more than one of Falconer’s illustrations enhanced their story uniquely.

All that said, a fable’s a fable, and there are only so many one can read in a row.  I found Squirrel to be just the right length.  I suspect that another fable book is not forthcoming, and I’m looking forward to what Sedaris does next.

Strongly recommended.

Steve Martin released this novella, Shopgirl, in 2000 well before he wrote Born Standing Up, but there is considerable similarity between them.  In both cases, the work is thoughtful and well executed, but strangely unmoving.  However, Born Standing Up relates a particular man’s singular experience becoming a unique entertainer while Shopgirl sticks much closer to the everyday.  As a result, there is less to divert the reader from the inertia.

After saying that Martin has trouble building up an emotional punch, I cannot really lay my fingers on what is missing.  There are characters with motivations and back stories, a strong sense of place, clear economical prose with a distinct voice, observations on people from different times of life and how they relate.  This should rise into a nice cake; but it doesn’t, and I don’t know why.

I have read a lot of books that provoked strong dislike.  Shopgirl was not one of those. None of the characters grated on me; the arc of the plot seemed plausible; the messages and themes were fine.  When I caught Martin making a temporally unlikely connection between one character’s involvement in the Vietnam war and another’s upbringing, I was paying enough attention to catch it, and I just more or less let it slide.  The narrative was pulling me along well enough that I did not begrudge him a little missed math.

Still, when I closed the book, I did not care about the journey these folks had been through.

It is difficult to fault someone for writing a well executed novel that lacks an undefinable quality, but that’s what I have to do with Shopgirl.

Sam Harris wrote this short piece, Letter to a Christian Nation,  arguing with a strawman conservative Christian that, I guess, they’re wrong and hurtful in their beliefs.  It is frustrating on quite a few levels.

For me, Harris is attempting the easiest possible refutation – undermining a belief set that requires every word in a sacred text to be literally true – and not doing a great job of it.  You simply cannot argue with the viewpoint that the Bible (or the Koran or whatever) is literally true from the mindset of a scientist who is looking for contradictory evidence. If the person who believes every word of the Bible believed in those kinds of argumentation styles or held those axioms, you would not need to write out the rest of the argument.

Any kind of argument about such disparate viewpoints has to start for some common ground, some sets of basic beliefs and shared context that would make a discussion (or even a meaningful argument) possible.  Because he is arguing with a straw man, Harris does not really have any mechanism for that search.  He simply conjures someone with the same underlying precepts who has been tricked into adopting these beliefs and talks him out of it.  That does not convince me of much.

Even if I believed that he had successfully argued his strawman into the ground, he really does not address the more difficult and interesting case of people of faith holding more moderate views that are congruent with modern science, but that still lead to moral outcomes he disagrees with.

I do not mean to undersell the difficulty of the problem.  I think Harris and I share similar worldviews.  But holding a consistent (or even correct) worldview is not enough when one sits down to try to convince others that their foundations of belief are wrong.  You have to set out your arguments in forms and from axioms that someone with very different ideas of the source of morality and the value of evidence will still have to accept at some level.  It is a fantastically difficult undertaking.

Harris’s swing at this hard problem did not convince me of much.

I enjoy David Rakoff‘s writing a great deal, and was therefore pretty sure I knew what to expect as I dug into his latest, Half Empty. His usual erudite assessments of somewhat esoteric and interesting topics were there.  The meticulous organization of his thoughts and brilliant execution of his prose were on display.  Each chapter cum essay was deep and interesting, and I was enjoying everything without any large surprises.

I had forgotten that Mr. Rakoff writes books.

Many books that look superficially like Rakoff’s are collections of well executed or well received personal essays.  The chapters in Half Empty can easily masquerade as these kinds of essay, and, indeed many of these chapters have been published elsewhere. But it is a mistake to assume that these particular chapters appear just because it was time to bind a book.

As I was reading I did notice a tone that seemed unusual for the type of book thought I had in my hands.  It was more restrained and thoughtful than some of the other Rakoff I’ve read.  Rakoff is always in the center of the picture in his books, though often in a self-deprecating way.  And he is in the center of these as well, but more in a more subdued way – almost meditatively so.

The subtle shift of tone, as well as some of the continuing threads running through the chapters all crash together in the final chapter, which is surprising without being wholly out of the blue.  Themes and incidents from early chapters suddenly link in unexpected and holistic ways that make the events described in the final chapter vivid beyond even what Rakoff’s considerable craft could do without the groundwork.  To do all this in non-fiction is quite a remarkable feat.

Many people use their personal experience to make a point; Rakoff uses his to make a piece of literature, without fictionalizing it.  It is a powerful piece of writing that is not empty in any way.

Strongly Recommended.

Richard Dawkins’s The Greatest Show On Earth: The Evidence For Evolution is an excellent discussion of the multi-faceted experiences and experiments that back the understanding of evolution.  He discusses evidence from the range of experiment and observation that support that worldview and points out convincingly that fossil evidence is the least of it.  In fact the fossil record can only refute evolution, which it pointedly has not done.  It is an admirable collection and explanation of reasons that scientists are convinced that evolution is a theory in the same sense that a heliocentric solar system is a theory.

However, it is not going to convince anyone who did not believe in evolution when they began reading.

I understand the contempt he expresses for those who oppose evolution. To scientists, they are simply ignoring facts, and worse, disrupting the work of people trying to pass on and extend those facts.  People who disbelieve evolution, to Dawkins, are equivalent to those who believe that the Sun orbits the Earth; and they are interrupting his lectures. He literally cannot contain his disdain for them.

While I understand his position, I think it is a counterproductive tone to take if you are trying to convince someone to give up their passionately held beliefs.  So, if you are diametrically opposed to evolution but are open to being coaxed into understanding and believing it, this is probably not the book for you.

If you do believe in evolution, Dawkins does an excellent, if occasionally rambling, job of laying out the major evidence and providing hooks where one can learn more.  I learned a bunch from it.

Recommended, with the above tonal caveats.

One of the great joys of reading Bill Bryson’s travel writing is joining him on his side trips, literary and physical.  Bryson writes like a guy who likes to learn and share facts about our world from the profound to the obscure, and will take off on a side trip with the slightest encouragement.  I generally find this to be one of his great assets.

The premise of his At Home: A Short History of Private Life is that he will take his readers on a tour of the old English rectory he lives in and explain how it came to be what it is.  He will then connect its history to the larger trends in the development of private life in the West. The tour will go room by room from the entryway to the attic. This seems to be a great set up for Bryson to spin many informative and interesting yarns.

Generally he does not disappoint.  He touches on everything from the development of architecture in England, Europe, and America, to the lives of servants, to why we have the spices on the table that we do.  Because he’s Bill Bryson, this information is swaddled in clear, diverting language with a wry humor that keeps it all in perspective.

Despite all this, I found myself looking at the number of pages remaining much more often than I usually do in a Bryson book.  I think that the structure is a little too loose here.  There’s almost nothing that can’t be tied to a room in the house somehow, and Bryson takes advantage of that to range widely on topics from the London sewers and the germ theory of disease to the anatomical rearrangements caused by corsets or the once fashionable practice of having wigs made from one’s healthy hair.  All these topics are diverting, but it is remarkably easy to lose track of the big picture when the picture is as big as Bryson makes it.

While that rattling narrative makes for a wandering read, it also makes it easy to pick the book up for a few pages, soak up Bryson’s description of whatever fascinating corner of Western civilization he’s decided is fair game, and set it back down for later.  The loose structure makes for a rambling book, not an unreadable one.  And it is an enjoyable and educational one as well.

Recommended, though the pace may be different than one expects.

Robert Reich is a former Secretary of Labor under Bill Clinton and general supporter of worker’s rights.  His Aftershock: The Next Economy and America’s Future lays out his point of view on the current situation and where he thinks we should go. I do not buy everything he says, but there are some thought provoking ideas in here.

Perhaps the most interesting aspect of the book is his take on the growing economic inequity in America.  Most of the people who rail against this argue from some moral position about how large disparities in wealth are wrong because of their unfairness.  Reich’s position is more interesting: to a first approximation he argues that if you want to have a stable economy based on the sale of consumer goods, you need to make sure your citizens can earn enough to buy those goods.  It’s a nice perspective because it lets you have the discussion with people who have different ideas of the righteousness of economic disparity.

There are other interesting ideas in here, too, as well as some very radical ideas for restructuring the economy and government to provide job and wage security for middle class workers in America.  I’ll be very surprised if many of these ideas appear in the near future, but it’s worth having someone putting concepts like these out there, if only to remind people that they exist.  A reverse income tax may never happen, but it’s an idea worth understanding and considering.

Almost everyone will find something to disagree with in here, but that will require thinking about it.  That’s worthwhile.

Recommended.