Like Jill, I'm a fan of The New York Times' list of "100 Notable Books of the Year." (I even find the clumsy phrasing of its title charming.) I'm only a fan because it reminds of a number of books I'd planned to read, but for whatever reason didn't. Thing is, were I to base my wish list on the blurbs provided by The Times, I wouldn't have planned to read any of them. Consider this:
WINTERTON BLUE. By Trezza Azzopardi. (Grove, $24.) An unhappy young woman meets an even unhappier drifter.
Two unhappy people meet for 273 pages? Quite a meeting that must've been:
An Unhappy Woman: Hullo.
An Even Unhappier Drifter: Hullo.
An Unhappy Woman: Nice to meet you. I am an unhappy woman.
An Even Unhappier Drifter: Nice to meet you too. I am an even unhappier drifter.
An Unhappy Woman: How do you know you're unhappier?
An Even Unhappier Drifter: Weren't you listening?
An Unhappy Woman: ...
An Even Unhappier Drifter: I am An Even Unhappier Drifter.
Of course I know the book's better than that, but the blurb does it a disservice. In truth, every blurb on the list does its book a disservice. Not a one doesn't surrender to the effusive. (I count eight "powerful" somethings alone.) The compression blurbs require transform what may be decent into drab reckonings of white privilege:
MY NAME IS EXOTIC TO YOU. By Exotic To You. (Smith, Johnson, White and Smith, $25) This is a powerful book about a powerful brown person who lives a powerful life in America.
Not really. But ...
THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO. By Junot Díaz. (Riverhead, $24.95.) A nerdy Dominican-American yearns to write and fall in love.
THE RELUCTANT FUNDAMENTALIST. By Mohsin Hamid. (Harcourt, $22.) Hamid’s chilling second novel is narrated by a Pakistani who tells his life story to an unnamed American after the attacks of 9/11.
Perhaps this is a naive way to think about the last point you raise....but it seems to me that there are some literary virtues that, while not ultimately the most interesting or rewarding, are perfectly real, and in fact form part of the value of some of the best books.
For example, it's fun to read about deeds and people that would be impressive or exciting in real life. We wouldn't think much of a book that had nothing to recommend it but this simple romantic appeal; but I think most would agree that it contributes to the pleasure and value of, say, War and Peace.
Similarly, it's fun to read about other people and places. One doesn't want this to be the only virtue of a book; but isn't that part of what one gets from the Iliad?
In other words, the problem with these blurbs is that they damn with faint praise. (The excerpts from the Diaz that I've read in the New Yorker are pretty dull, so maybe it's not unfair.)
Posted by: Vance Maverick | Saturday, 24 November 2007 at 11:36 PM
To be fair, it's hard to do _Oscar Wao_ in 24 words: "An urbane young Dominican-American and his tough ex-girlfriend tell overlapping stories of their native land's decades of dictatorship and her fat, doomed, geeky brother," for example, covers the basic subject matter but not the distinctive style and genretic innovation.
Posted by: Josh | Sunday, 25 November 2007 at 08:24 PM
So maybe they should use more words. Just a thought.
Posted by: Vance Maverick | Sunday, 25 November 2007 at 09:34 PM
The short blurbs may be an artifact created by an editor -- do "100 Books" in 1000 words!
I actually really like these lists, better in some ways than the big literary awards. Those awards always seem questionable -- especially since the novels that make the shortlist are always so various.
A nice long list like this can be really helpful in reminding you about the things you might want to read out of what was published this year. There's little point in attempting to decide which of the 50 novels or 50 nonfiction books listed is "the best."
Posted by: Amardeep | Monday, 26 November 2007 at 02:03 PM
The blurbs could be fixed by dropping them entirely -- instead linking the titles to the full reviews. Now of course that would be far too webby, and the Times' reviews have problems in themselves, but it would serve Amardeep's purpose just as well -- better I think, since the synoptic view would be more compact.
Posted by: Vance Maverick | Monday, 26 November 2007 at 02:49 PM
Whatever niche the Times hopes he'll fill, Junot Diaz is objectively awesome.
Posted by: va | Monday, 26 November 2007 at 03:05 PM
I'm only a fan because it reminds of a number of books I'd planned to read
I just wanted to point this out.
Posted by: ben wolfson | Wednesday, 28 November 2007 at 02:56 PM
There's nothing wrong with that sentence (grammatically, that is), the problem is the wonky conditional: "I had planned to read a number of books, and I'm a fan of the list that reminds me of those books."
See?
Posted by: SEK | Wednesday, 28 November 2007 at 03:47 PM
"Remind" is normally transitive.
Posted by: ben wolfson | Thursday, 29 November 2007 at 01:01 PM