Flash Reviews: Books, Brains and Beer’s Winter of Discontent

Had you fooled, didn’t I? You thought I was back for (at least) semi-weekly rants about robots and doughnuts and whatever book(s) I was reading at the time. And you were at least partly right, ’cause that was the plan. Then, as it often does, Life got in the way. Since January, I haven’t been online much except for work. I haven’t even kept up with my blogger buddies, which makes me sad, and I feel a little guilty, but I suspect they function quite well in my absence (perhaps better!) and, more importantly, they “get it.” It’s not like I’m snubbing them. With the exception of From Couch to Moon.

Since I don’t have the energy to fully review everything I read from September 2015 through the present, it occurs to me that I can, at least, give a summary, much as I did last August when I reviewed my Long, Strange Summer. Without further ado, then, my Winter of Discontent. (I’m being cute; my discontent has nothing to do with what I’ve been reading.)


Summer of Night, Dan Simmons

This book. I don’t… Well. It’s horror. Crossed with the author’s nostalgia for 1950s/1960s Americana, which I find fitting for a horror novel…but Simmons is genuinely nostalgic for small town life, with its homogeneity, and its cultural shortcomings. There is a certain breed of white, male American author who came of age in the postwar years and who cannot resist writing a paean to his childhood while trying to also make it into horror. I suppose Simmons and King would have a lot to talk about. This is the third (non-sci-fi) Simmons I’ve read, and by my estimation he’s at a 33% success rate. Skip this one.

Maplecroft: The Borden Dispatches, Cherie Priest

Cherie Priest, better known for her zombies/Civil War mashup The Clockwork Century, here reimagines Lizzie Borden, she of “forty whacks” infamy, as a reluctant hero defending humanity against Lovecraftian monstrosities. I’ve now read a handful of Priest’s books, including several from The Clockwork Century, and have come to expect premises that are more promising than their execution. That’s true here, too. If you’ve read and enjoyed Priest, you’ll probably like Maplecroft. If you haven’t, perhaps start elsewhere.

The Mathematician’s Shiva, Stuart Rojstaczer

Narrated by the titular mathematician’s son, The Mathematician’s Shiva is the story of her nutty family’s mourning period. As with most Jewish American fiction, this is comedy peppered with tragedy. Some familiarity with Judaism might be helpful, but isn’t necessary. Quite amusing; recommended.

The Treasure of Sainte Foy, MacDonald Harris

An unexpected treat. See my full review here.

Generation Loss, Elizabeth Hand

I’m not quite sure how to classify Generation Loss. Suspense? Horror? “Thriller”? It seems to straddle all of the above without fully belonging to a single genre. I enjoyed it, but was a little disappointed by the finale. I preferred Hand’s recent novella, Wylding Hall (see below).


I mean, this cover. It’s hardcore.

The Keep, F. Paul Wilson

Sometimes I likes me some well-done schlock. The Keep begins as a straightforward horror novel: During World War II, Nazis occupy a mysterious, abandoned castle in the Carpathian Mountains. You can probably see where that’s heading, and it begins with promise. Unfortunately, it begins to sag under the weight of Wilson’s mythos, apparently elaborated upon over the course of his bibliography. You can avoid this one.

Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon

Among the best, and perhaps the funniest, of all the books I read in 2015. An eventful (and hilarious) weekend in the life of burnout writer Grady Tripp. Highly recommended.

The Night Gwen Stacy Died, Sarah Bruni

The Night Gwen Stacy Died demonstrates the degree to which comic books have become modern mythology. A troubled young man who calls himself “Peter Parker” kidnaps a teenage gas station attendant who begins calling herself “Gwen Stacy.” Any Spider-Man fan worth his or her salt knows that calling oneself “Gwen Stacy” (or, really, being anywhere in proximity to Spider-Man) can’t end well. The Night Gwen Stacy Died has some problems, especially near the end, but overall is well told and worth reading.

Nobody is Ever Missing, Catherine Lacey

Alternately maddening and heartbreaking. Read my full review here.

The Gospel of Loki, Joanne M. Harris

The Norse myths as retold by a gossipy Loki. This was just…boring.

Hold the Dark, William Giraldi

A dark story about murder and other unsavory incidents in a remote Alaskan town. The prose reads like Cormac McCarthy light, complete with declarative sentence fragments and arcane profundities. Despite some structural problems, Giraldi’s book is worth your time.

Wylding Hall, Elizabeth Hand

Now this. This was my kind of book. With light horror touches, Wylding Hall tells the story of a band recording its hit album at an old English manor in the 1970s. That alone should tell you that weird things are going to happen. I really enjoyed Wylding Hall and highly recommend it. My only complaint is its brevity; it’s a novella.

A Darker Shade of Magic, V. E. Schwab

I finally broke down and read this after seeing everywhere. The magical story of several “overlapping” Londons: Grey London, in “our” world, which is mundane; Red London, rife with magic; and White London, from which magic is slowly leaking. Predictable in spots, and clearly the first entry in a series, but enjoyable.


The Road to Character, David Brooks

If you’ve enjoyed the singular fortune of having not read anything by David Brooks to date, I advise you to not spoil it by reading this book.

The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot, Robert Macfarlane

Macfarlane walks ancient paths (“old ways,” get it?) throughout England and beyond. An intense and moving meditation on place and man’s relationship to it. Highly recommended.


Probably while reclining on a couch.

How to Read Jung, David Tacey

I always thought of Jung as a bit of a kook, and parts of this book confirmed my beliefs. Still, being a weirdo doesn’t mean that a person is unintelligent or boring. Jung has some peculiar but compelling ideas; this is an excellent introduction to them.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Coast Trail, Cheryl Strayed

The basis for the Reese Witherspoon movie, which is amazingly faithful to the text. For most of you, then, I recommend skipping the book and watching the movie.

Unbelievable: Investigations into Ghosts, Poltergeists, Telepathy, and Other Unseen Phenomena, from the Duke Parapsychology Laboratory, Stacy Horn

Belive it or not, until recent years Duke University sponsored investigations into phenomena that fall under what we currently refer to as “the paranormal.” Horn looks into the history of the Duke Parapsychology Lab. Imagine Mary Roach without the twee humor. So boring.

Unruly Spaces: Lost Spaces, Secret Cities, and Other Inscrutable Geographies, Alastair Bonnett

Like Macfarlane (above), Bonnett, a geographer, is interested in place–particularly strange places. He chronicles empty cities in China, islands off the coast of Australia that turned out not to be there, and places in India that, because they host near-stone age peoples, are off limits to modern man. A delightful tour of some of the world’s strange geographies.

Rewire: Change Your Brain to Break Bad Habits, Overcome Addictions, Conquer Self-Destructive Behavior and Happy at Last: The Thinking Person’s Guide to Finding Joy, both by Richard O’Connor

Yeah, I sometimes read self-help/pop psychology. Judge away. Some of my motivation is academic (“What is being said here? How is he saying it? Who is his audience?”) but I’m also seeing if there are any useful nuggets among the chaff. The verdict? As with all self-help, there’s quite a bit of drek here, but O’Connor seems more realistic (and curmudgeonly) than many of his peers (he is a respected psychologist), but I did find a few things of value, for instance a brief but thorough introduction to mindfulness meditation. (Mindfulness is all the rage in therapy these days. Unless it has already peaked.) Warning: Rewire, published several years after Happy at Last, repurposes a lot of material from the latter. Go with Rewire.


6 thoughts on “Flash Reviews: Books, Brains and Beer’s Winter of Discontent

  1. Anton

    I read a collection of Elizabeth Hand’s short stories and really liked them.
    I actually don’t think Jung was a bit of a kook because if I admit that, I will then have to admit that I am a bit of a kook as well. 🙂

  2. admiral.ironbombs

    Oooh, reviews. Here’s some flash comments. I put Wylding Hall on my to-read list, glad to hear it is good. The Keep may be coming off my to-read list, I guess I’ll stick with the meh movie. Summer of Night I thought was ok, but I’ve read soooo many nostalgic coming-of-age-in-the-’50s/’60s horror stories since then. Chabon is the kind of writer I thought you’d enjoy, and with that review its sounds like he is.

    1. booksbrainsandbeer Post author

      Flash replies: Wylding Hall: Looking forward to your review. It’s short; read it soon. The Keep: I hate to tell people NOT to read a book. So maybe you should. But…erg. Summer of Night: It was okay. I actually meant to write about the “logic” of Simmons’s supernatural elements. Still have some notes around here. Chabon: Enjoyed The Yiddish Policemen’s Union and Wonder Boys even more. I also read Gentlemen of the Road, one of his overlooked texts.

  3. fromcouchtomoon

    Hey! Yu’r back! For the moment!

    I’ve wanted an excuse to read Elizabeth Hand, so Wylding Hall, it is. She’s written some introductions to some really good books, so I know I like her taste.

    That Jung book sounds interesting. And pop psych isn’t so bad. Whatever helps… just hate to see people profiting from basic ideas that should be accessible to anyone. And, as you seem to point out in many of your self-help reviews, the ideas and never all that fresh or effective.

    1. booksbrainsandbeer Post author

      I loved Wylding Hall. But you and I differ in regards to our approaches to story. I’m looking for “the feels,” as you once put it. But I think it’s a good starting place for Hand, and I suspect you’ll like her prose. The Jung book *was* interesting and I’ve been reading more by/about him. I found Man and His Symbols and Memories, Dreams, Reflections (his biography) for a buck each last fall, so they may pop up here some time.


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