Got through two more... one a lot, a lot better than the other.
Greatly enjoyed
The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny, and Murder by David Grann. What an absolute nightmare (positive).
Here's my review.
For some reason I had it in my head that this was going to be a work of fiction, but no, this actually happened and I greatly appreciated how much research was put into lining up the various firsthand accounts with their interests and their intended presentation for the eventual review of the British Imperial Navy court martial. The gaps are filled in very elegantly by some informed fiction here and there, usually supplemented by evidence from other sailors and officers of the time, or other explorers throughout history. This results in a book that goes down very easy, despite it being what is essentially a nonstop torture circus where men become as beasts, the social contract collapses and death becomes a numbing routine.
I think it's that constant scattershot death that stuck with me the most. Men would become sick with some horrible malady like scurvy and cling to life for months, only to die in a room full of other sick men when the walls of the vessel are breached. Men go scavenging and simply die on their feet, as if the presence of their fellow shipmates were the only think keeping them together. Men die to simple hopelessness when realizing their recent torturous efforts were for nothing - one dude, upon realizing they had backtracked two weeks in error in their shitty overstuffed life boat, stood, let out of a cackling madman laugh, and died on his feet. There's this element of purpose and luck being the only things that will keep you alive, and if you lose either, you're dead. Having any reason to keep going, any hope at all, will literally keep you alive. I was frequently moved by this as each new cruel pox or disaster befell them.
Great read, I'm definitely going to check out Grann's other books.
I also finished
Strange Wine by Harlan Ellison and you know what? I think it's a good title because this guy literally just whines about every little thing that annoyed him - like feminists, pro-abortion activists, his jewish mother, vapid people - in the form of a ham-fisted and mean-spirited short stories where his complaint takes the shapely form of a woman (whom he then has murdered).
Here's my review.
I mainly picked this up to get a sense of if I liked Ellison’s writing style when he was forced by format to keep it succinct and carve down to just the meat of the thing. Turns out, he’s just a baby with a poopy daipey about everything he writes about. There’s occasional sentences here and there that had a nugget of potential, but nothing made up for entire stories being naught but misogynistic rants and paper-thin one-sentence gags stretched like an SNL sketch. This felt like he was just trying to get words on the page for some magazine or publication, and this meant any annoyance he’d encountered recently would be tortured into a shitty monster story. Uggghhh.
I appreciate the role in played in getting Babylon 5 off the ground, and I do intend to read both
I Have No Mouth and
Repent, Harlequin, but man, I really dislike his style, and he is too mean to be funny, and though everyone that's even known him has said it, the point of most things he seems to write is that everyone who is not him (the narrator) is a moron and deserves whatever cruelties can be brought to bear. I read into it a bit and eventually JMS was able to convince him to see a psychiatrist, who diagnosed him with bipolar disorder, so this guy (like many in his generation) was just raw-dogging manic episodes his whole life. I think this explains a lot about him.