That's right. I find myself utterly without anything of substance to say or even much desire for interpersonal communication. Curling up in bed snug as a bug in a rug with my electric blanket and a nice pile of books is looking like one of the most appealing things in the world right now.
Anyway, here's another informal book review (written earlier). If you're feeling bored, take a guess at what that is on the cover...
(Hard to believe that this was once a book sold in bookstores everywhere. >_< )Heim, Scott. In Awe. New York: HarperCollins, 1997.Summary
: The orphan teen Boris has been befriended by Susan and the mother of Susan's now-deceased friend Marshall, Harriet. Set in a rural Kansas backdrop of serial murders, the trio is tormented by boys in Boris's high school (including Rex, the object of Boris's crush)--but when they cross the line and hurt Boris, Susan plans revenge. Revenge, however, goes horribly wrong, and all three boy die in a car accident. Boris finally gets his moment with Rex, but it's with Rex's dead body.Comments
: *coughs* Well, if you thought Mysterious Skin
's cover of two spoons lying together amidst Froot Loop debris was disturbing in light of that novel's storyline, well, take a close gander at the cover of Heim's second novel. (If you can't guess what that is, you probably don't want to know.) Though there are still token pedophilia and fisting kinks here as well, Heim has for the most part kicked that habit and plunged head-first into full-blown necrophilia. Wayne, Ellis, and Rex fantasize about mutilating the women they sleep with, and, really, Boris's whole "March of the Zombies" story that he is writing, along with his fantasy of revenge for the injustices done to him and his friends, is little better. Otherwise, though, this novel covers painfully small amounts of territory amidst lengthy character explications and is even littered with short stories/novel fragments written by each of the three characters, and, though the childhood experiences of both Boris and Susan seem most genuine, particularly in the intensity of their emotions, crushes, and desires, Harriet's personality never really becomes clear, even after half-hearted attempts to sustain portions of the narrative from her point of view. No surprise that; the author is young and is probably not in a position to write in the voice of a sixty-year-old widow who has survived both her husband and only son...even if perchance he does happen to be acquainted with one. All in all, the novel wasn't bad per se, but it failed to win me over in its overwrought "awe" of the passions of youth.Notes
: hardcover, 1st edition, out-of-printRating
- While this novel might appeal to those who enjoy character studies and "better" thrillers, I found little to truly delight in here.