So I guess I'm reviewing books now. Why not? I've developed odd coping skills over the years, so I suppose this is the latest. I'm gonna write about books for a few days until i start getting tired of it.
This post is about Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn; a book of amazing power, wit and creativity wrapped in the skin of a drippy chick thriller exercise. I liked this book a lot more than I thought I would.
When I review books, in a rule that I made up seconds ago because I felt like it, I'm not going to discuss the plot. When I hear a book is good, I do whatever I can to avoid plot descriptions because I don't care about the plot. It doesn't matter. Plot is merely the guts of a book, the piecemeal thing that moves the pages along.
A word on that. The plot of a book means very little in the back and forth details. The writer only has control over the page in front of him or her. It's their job to throw the reader a bone as often as possible. If you ever feel like you're reading, eyes sweeping over symbols on a page, the writer needs to pick it up. I always hate when authors talk about "the boring part" because there shouldn't be any boring parts. Boring parts are a waste of the reader's time, and writers should have more empathy for the people they've invited into the parlor to hear a story.
As far as Gone Girl, there aren't any boring parts. Its a polyphonic novel, told from the perspective of a couple whose marriage has become a downward spiral. Flynn dynamically plays with point of view, both characters speak directly to you and both take advantage of the literary concept of the "unreliable narrator" made popular by Faulkner and others. As far as contemporary fiction, you don't see genuine innovation like this often.
I just realized that I'm reviewing books and I've never ever written about any of the books in my top five! Now I just realized that no one cares.