Sunday, March 27, 2011
Book Review: Speaker for the Dead
Despite several pitfalls during my consumption of this novel, the sequel to Orson Scott Card's beloved Ender's Game, I've finally finished it.
In the introduction to the novel, Card proclaims that Ender's Game was simply an exercise that had to be completed to provide a necessary background for the book he wanted to write all along, Speaker for the Dead. This comment gave me unrealistically high hopes. The book starts off at a break speed pace- we have murder, we have mystery, we are immediately introduced to the major themes of the novel: the politics of assimilation and otherness, the role of technology in our lives, and the ever pertinent and interesting ways in which Ender navigates these issues and his own redemption.
After spending thousands of years jet setting around multiple galaxies, disguising his true identity and remaining eerily young, Ender has found the planet where he will stay and complete his life's work. The completion, however, is not a straightforward or easy task. First, Ender has to play the politician, the priest and the ambassador to various groups of humans and other species, most notably, the Piggies. The Piggies are an "alien" species carefully observed and studied on the planet. Yet, as their primary ambassadors (xenologers) turn up murdered for several generations, residents become more and more wary and the mystery and driving force of Speaker for the Dead is introduced. Due to laws born out of the xenocide that takes place in Ender's Game, human beings can neither ask direct questions or pass judgment on the Piggies (and, aside from a few, most do not interact with them, the entire human colony being fenced in with Piggies kept on the outside). Discovering the Piggies' motivation, which influences the question that is asked again and again in the story, "are they like us? Or are they alien?" is what Card relies upon to keep the reader turning the page.
I won't give away the answer, but I will say that I was disappointed. The last one hundred pages of the book felt like a hasty summation of a number of themes and story elements that were otherwise slowly developed. The most fascinating parts of the story were reduced to semi-religious, ill suited magic tricks that aren't very satisfying unless, perhaps, you are a Mormon, as Card is. Maybe it is inevitable that Card's devotion should influence his work, but it was conspicuously (and thankfully) absent from Ender's Game, but in this novel it provided a too convenient and too proselytizing conclusion. Not too mention a love story mostly absent from book, but overburdened in the last thirty pages for the sake of a happy ending. The love plot and rushed pacing of the story as we neared the end even diminished my love of Ender, who seemed to become an overbearing and tactless diplomat.
Despite developmental handicaps and a bit too much preaching for my taste, there remain moments in Speaker for the Dead that are deeply effecting- moments that the story hinges upon and practically make the entire novel worth reading. Card is like the Nabokov of young adult science fiction-- some moments seem so real, and cut so accurately to the truth and wonder of human experience that pages of drudgery become a necessary and joyful task.
Do I recommend this book? For Ender fans, religious folks, and critics, yes. For those would not like to engage very deeply with the writing, it doesn't seem worth it.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
chicas guapas + chamomile whiskey
Upon reviewing yesterday's entry... I could be the most self absorbed of them all.
... So many pictures of myself.
Embarrassed.
It is impossible to buy a 40 in Albuquerque. I looked at several fine establishments yesterday (among them a 7-11, a Walgreen's and a Circle K). While at this party I saw a girl with a 40 of Miller High Life, when I asked her where she got it she said Santa Fe.
I drank 48 oz. of Tecate, then abruptly left during a stupid psychedelic rock band with a generic name, watched people fight in the street, was so SO pleased to remember there was a crushed cookie in my backpack, ate it, fell asleep, woke up with a headache surrounded by chocolate chips.
... So many pictures of myself.
Embarrassed.
It is impossible to buy a 40 in Albuquerque. I looked at several fine establishments yesterday (among them a 7-11, a Walgreen's and a Circle K). While at this party I saw a girl with a 40 of Miller High Life, when I asked her where she got it she said Santa Fe.
I drank 48 oz. of Tecate, then abruptly left during a stupid psychedelic rock band with a generic name, watched people fight in the street, was so SO pleased to remember there was a crushed cookie in my backpack, ate it, fell asleep, woke up with a headache surrounded by chocolate chips.
Friday, March 25, 2011
I don't like the poetry that I write
and I don't like most people who write poetry
I hate people who share their poetry
and am jealous of them at the same time
that they could be so self effacing
and put their hearts/souls/minds/ego on a social networking site
because they're not embarrassed to be such narcissists
and put their bullshit words next to glamor shots they took in their bathroom
I really do hate most people I think
but I'm no so scared that they hate me
because I'm pretty cowardly and nice
I'm scared to hate everyone so much because it makes me lonely
and the people I actually like, really do like people who write poetry
that is not a poem, it just someone came out in short sentences.
i used to write a lot of poetry, but i stopped liking it as i become less self absorbed.
not to say all poets are self absorbed. just most of them.
Wallace Stevens, however, raised poetry beyond the level of self involvement.
and I don't like most people who write poetry
I hate people who share their poetry
and am jealous of them at the same time
that they could be so self effacing
and put their hearts/souls/minds/ego on a social networking site
because they're not embarrassed to be such narcissists
and put their bullshit words next to glamor shots they took in their bathroom
I really do hate most people I think
but I'm no so scared that they hate me
because I'm pretty cowardly and nice
I'm scared to hate everyone so much because it makes me lonely
and the people I actually like, really do like people who write poetry
that is not a poem, it just someone came out in short sentences.
i used to write a lot of poetry, but i stopped liking it as i become less self absorbed.
not to say all poets are self absorbed. just most of them.
Wallace Stevens, however, raised poetry beyond the level of self involvement.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Things That are Ridiculous: Ridiculously Awesome - Advice from Lil Wayne
My sister is wise beyond her years, and as such, she points to Lil Wayne for valuable love advice. Seriously, this quote resonates with me. Read her post by clicking on the link below!
Things That are Ridiculous: Ridiculously Awesome - Advice from Lil Wayne: " Let's face it-Lil Wayne is a pretty cool guy.And he is on EVERY track I ever hear and I spend epic amounts of time listening to the..."
Things That are Ridiculous: Ridiculously Awesome - Advice from Lil Wayne: " Let's face it-Lil Wayne is a pretty cool guy.And he is on EVERY track I ever hear and I spend epic amounts of time listening to the..."
Monday, March 14, 2011
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