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Book: Crossing California by Adam Langer

Crossing California by Adam LangerThis book did eventually win me over, but I have to warn you that the first one hundred pages of this book are horrible—virtually unreadable. If this wasn’t a book club book, I would have chucked it.

Adam Langer wants to make Crossing California very time and place specific. The time is during the Iranian Hostage Crisis of 1979–1981. The place is the West Rogers Park neighborhood of Chicago. Within this timeframe, it means that we’re going to visit a predominately Jewish community.

The book, however, tries way too hard to establish all of this within the first hundred pages. It felt like a list of details that drowned out all the characters. There is no plot.

We know that such-and-such a place is on this street, which is crossed by that street, and this other place is next to it while somewhere else is across, and that place is known for whatever.

Horrible.

The kicker is—none of this is necessary. My enjoyment of the rest of the book was because of the characters and the fun that the author had in developing them.

I didn’t really need this time and place specificity. It feels like an editor failed him somewhere. The heaviness of the effort in this first section contrasts strongly with the rolling-ness of the remainder.

The story follows a bunch of the neighborhood teenagers through their various family, school, and life dramas. There’s a good mix with each character standing out on his and her own.

California is an avenue that marks the border between the Haves and the Have-Nots. Some of the characters live on the east side. Some are on the west.

I feel like I should explain the title, but now that I’ve started, I realize there’s nothing much to say about it because the crossing of California is only tangentially important to the book.

Everyone’s just trying to get along. The kids are striving towards their futures using the strengths at their disposals. It’s a very affirming novel because the kids are allowed to shine with their talents. One is a self-decreed master actress who is a natural leader of people. One is an aspiring drummer who is capable of great clarity of goals.

A pair of old-for-their-ages teenagers (she’s a political radical and he’s a pragmatic filmmaker) are especially endearing and engaging.

There are antics that will make you laugh and enough truth that will make you nostalgic for your own high school years. I left the book with a smile on my face and well wishes in my heart for all of these fictional characters.

Book: American Painter in Paris: A Life of Mary Cassatt by Ellen Wilson

I’m not a fan of nonfiction works that try to tell a “story” in a fictionalized style. I’m not sure why it is so hard to find proper biographies of artists, but I suppose as a first-time introduction to the person behind the paintings, American Painter in Paris is just going to have to do.

I wish the author would tell me why she’s so sure that Mary Cassatt had these thoughts and feelings to the point of putting the words in her mouth. Are there letters? First-hand accounts?

How about some academic standards?

Book: Do Butlers Burgle Banks? by P. G. Wodehouse

Do Butlers Burgle Banks?I picked a Wodehouse at random on the recommendation of Douglas Adams. Almost immediately, I could see the connections and similarities between the two authors.

Both have a breezy and accessible feel to their writings, but there are turns of phrases and certain similes that are just delights of the language.

They also both like the absurd within the every day. Adams’s Arthur Dent is an every man, swept away on a galactic adventure. In Wodehouse’s tale, Bonds Bank is a long-standing country bank that is about to find itself the convergence point of such ridiculous (yet perfectly everyday) plans and characters.

Part of the delight in this quick read is seeing how the plot unfolds so I won’t spoil anything. But I will share that “What?,” “No way,” and “Oh, come on” were uttered during the process of my reading this book.

And yes, I had quite a number of chuckles and laughs as well.

It kind of reminded me of Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro, except proper British manners take the place of the rowdy and lusty Italian court.

I don’t quite know what to do with this genre of British fiction, of which I would lump Evelyn Waugh among those who confuse me, but I wouldn’t hesitate to pick another Wodehouse up at a later time.