Showing posts with label Humorous American Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humorous American Literature. Show all posts

Friday, May 31, 2024

The Bear Went Over The Mountain - William Kotzwinkle

   1996; 306 pages.  New Author? : Yes.  Genres : American Humorous Fiction; Americana; Satire.  Overall Rating : 8½*/10.

 

     Arthur Bramhall, a literature professor at the University of Maine, has taken a sabbatical.  It won’t be a vacation; he plans to write a best-selling novel set in the picturesque Maine countryside.

 

    Writing it turned out to be an uphill battle.  The first version, titled Destiny and Desire, was completely reduced to ashes when Bramhall’s rural farmhouse burned down.

 

    Undeterred, and now living in a little cabin, Bramhall sets forth to write an even better story.  And, at least according to himself, he's succeeded.  The next step is to find a publisher, but in the meantime, he needs to make sure it can’t be lost in a fire.

 

    So Arthur packs the precious manuscript in a briefcase, and takes it out into the meadow across from his cabin, then hides the briefcase under the boughs of a spruce tree.  Safe from any fire, Arthur is sure.

 

    Too bad a bear was watching Arthur stash the briefcase.  After Arthur departs, the bear’s curiosity takes over, which naturally involves the subject of food, since bears are always hungry.

 

    Maybe there’s a pie in that there briefcase!

 

What’s To Like...

    From the very beginning of the tale, the bear in The Bear Went Over the Mountain is an amazing creature.  He can read, he can open briefcases, he can even talk with humans.  More advanced things, such as selling things for profit, or having ulterior motives are beyond him, at least at the beginning of the story.  But the bear is a quick learner, especially if it’s something that can fill his belly with all those sweet foods that humans enjoy.

 

    The main storyline of the tale becomes apparent early on, and revealing it is not a spoiler.  As the bear ventures further into the human world, he begins to become human.  Meanwhile, Arthur Bramhall, trying to locate the bear/thief in the wilds, gains a greater understanding of forest creatures, and begins turning into a bear.

 

    For me, the biggest joy of reading this book was watching our two protagonists adapt to their new environments.  The bear can talk, but only barely, or should I say “bearly”.  Most of the time he utters "food" words, because that's what he mostly thinks about, but his utterances are usually misinterpreted as being keen insight into the humans he’s interacting with.  But the bear is undeterred; his dream is to become recognized as a human.

 

    I enjoyed the many cultural references in the book.  Rachmaninoff’s “Vespers” gets mentioned in passing, so does Proust’s “In Remembrance of Things Past”.  I chuckled at the mention of the “Dalton bookstore”; that franchise used to be in just about every shopping mall around; now I don’t think they even exist anymore.

 

    The ending is good, albeit straightforward and without any startling twists.  Both the bear, who along the way acquires the name “Hal Jam”, and Arthur end up happy and content.  Things close with a brief epilogue, which leaves the door open for a sequel, but I don’t believe William Kotzwinkle has penned one in the three decades since The Bear Went Over the Mountain was published.

 

Ratings…
    Amazon:  4.4/5 based on 246 ratings and 121 reviews.

    Goodreads: 3.72/5 based on 2,293 ratings and 348 reviews.

 

Excerpts...

    Wheelock said, “We’ve all been concerned for you, Arthur.”

    Bramhall’s nose twitched.  The smell that was coming from Wheelock was ambition, a sweet greasy smell, as if Wheelock were roasting a pig in his shirt.

    “The department was wondering if you’ve had trouble with your mail,” said Settlemire.

    “I don’t open mail anymore.”

    “Ah.”  Wheelock was noting Bramhall’s filthy pants.  And he seems to be sprouting hair on his forehead.  Glandular disturbance?  (loc. 1128)

 

    “Something in that window upset you.  What was it?”

    A taxi pulled toward them, and the bear jumped in.  Zou Zou climbed in after him.  He was looking out the back window apprehensively.

    My god, wondered Zou Zou, is he going to crack the way Hemingway did?  Or is he on some weird drug??  And if he is why doesn’t he give some to me?

    Gall bladder of bear, thought the bear.  This is the real human world.  They act civilized they wear frilly panties, but when they feel like it, they’ll put you in a bottle.  (loc. 1404)

 

Kindle Details…

    The Bear Went Over the Mountain costs $12.99 at Amazon right now, which makes it the highest-priced e-book by this author.  William Kotzwinkle has nine other books available for your Kindle, including a children’s book titled Walter the Farting Dog.  Those e-books cost anywhere from 2.99 to $9.99.  I don’t think all of his novels have been converted to e-book format yet.

 

“What I always say is if you ain’t got a noseful of porcupine quills, you’re doing okay.”  (loc. 283)

    There are a few nits to pick.  William Kotzwinkle has written a number of children’s books (see the previous section for his most famous series), and since this book’s title references an old children’s ditty by the same name, you might assume it’s also a children’s book.

 

    It is not.  I didn’t notice any cusswords in the first 10% of the book, but 14 showed up in the next 10% of the book, including a couple of f-bombs.  A number of adult situations also occur, and you really don’t want little Timmy or Susie asking about those.

 

    There are no chapter divisions in the book.  Terry Pratchett would be proud, but most of us readers like to have easily identifiable places to stop.  The Kindle version also had no page numbers, although in fairness, the “location numbers” are there which can be a substitute for page numbers.  The editing was good; I only spotted one typo: break-through/breakthrough.

 

    Overall, I enjoyed The Bear Went Over the Mountain.  It’s a fast, easy read, and there’s plenty of satire, which are a nice balance for the author's insights into a world where humans and feral animals search to find a way to coexist.

 

    I have one other e-book by William Kotzwinkle on my Kindle, his 1974 breakthrough bestseller, The Fan Man.  Since the selection of his books for the Kindle is limited, I might have to go looking for some of his yet-to-be-digitalized books at my local used-book store.

 

    8½ Stars.  Go back and re-read the second excerpt, which mentions “Gall Bladder of Bear”.  I thought this was some silliness invented by the author for comic effect, but it's real.  Go to Wikipedia and look up “Bile Bear”, and be ready to be outraged.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

I Feel Bad About My Neck - Nora Ephron


   2006; 137 pages.  Full Title: I Feel Bad About My Neck, And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman.  New Author? : Yes.  Genres : Essays; Humorous American Literature.  Overall Rating : 8½*/10.

 

    Besides being a noted journalist and filmmaker, Nora Ephron (b.: 05/19/1942 – d.: 06/26/2012) was a prolific writer of screenplays (many with her sister, Delia Ephron), essays, drama, and one novel, Heartburn.

 

    Her most famous screenplays are probably Silkwood (1983), When Harry Met Sally (1989), Sleepless in Seattle (1993), and You’ve Got Mail (1998), and in addition to screenwriting, she also directed those last two movies.

 

    Being an “essayist” usually means writing articles that appear in magazines and newspapers.  Eleven of the essays in I Feel Bad About My Neck are listed as having previously appeared in Harper’s Bazaar, The New Yorker, The New York Times, O At Home, The Oprah Magazine, and Vogue.

 

    I Feel Bad About My Neck made it all the way to #1 on the New York Times Non-Fiction Best Seller List on September 10, 2006.  In 2019, it was included as #100 in The Guardian’s list of the 100 best books in the 21st Century.

 

What’s To Like...

    I Feel Bad About My Neck consists of 15 essays of varying lengths, ranging from 3 to 20 pages.  Each is well-written and with a lot of dry humor.  I’d describe the writing style as what you’d get if you picked up “next door neighbor-ish” Erma Bombeck and set her down in Breakfast At Tiffany’s.  The circumstances may be different, Nora was decidedly financially more affluent, but both authors had the talent to blend keen female insight about daily life with an abundance of folksy wit.

 

    My favorite essays from the book were:

    04 : On Maitenance

        All about mani-pedis are other beauty treatments.

    07 : Moving On

        Living in an upscale apartment in NYC.

    12 : The Lost Strudel or Le Strudel Perdu

        Marcel Proust meets Cabbage Strudel.

   13 : On Rapture

        The bliss of reading a good book.

    15 : Considering the Alternative

        Thoughts about one's mortality.

 

    I found that last essay especially poignant.  Yes, it’s lighthearted, but it is also Nora Ephron telling you about the reality of being an “elderly person”.  It seems a fitting close to these essays, and it left a lump in my throat.  The second excerpt below gives you a taste of her musings.

 

    The book also has an informative slant.  The term “mouse potato” was new to me; and unsurprisingly, I'd never heard of “Kelly bags”.  One of Nora Ephron first jobs was as an intern in the JFK White House, and it was enlightening to get an “inside peek” at what that job entailed.  On a lighter note, I learned what birth control pills and Julia Child’s first cookbook have in common.

 

    There’s a bit of French thrown into the text, with both a nod to Edith Piaf and the phrase “Le sac, c’est moi.”.  Nora Ephron was a bookaholic (“I need a book to keep me company”), and I always enjoy learning what books impressed other bibliophiles.  Here, the author loved Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay (so did I!), Wilkie Collins’ The Woman in White (haven’t read it, but looks good!), and Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past (well, two out of three ain’t bad).

 

Excerpts...

    According to my dermatologist, the neck starts to go at forty-three, and that’s that.  You can put makeup on your face and concealer under your eyes and dye on your hair, you can shoot collagen and Botox and Restylane into your wrinkles and creases, but short of surgery, there’s not a damn thing you can do about a neck.  The neck is a dead giveaway.  Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth.  (pg. 5)

 

    She said, “You know what drives me nuts?  Why do women our age say, ‘In my day…’?  This is our day.”

    But it isn’t our day.  We can’t wear tank tops, we have no idea who 50 Cent is, and we don’t know how to use almost any of the functions on our cell phones.  If we hit the wrong button on the remote control and the television screen turns to snow, we have no idea how to get the television set back to where it was in the first place.  This is the true nightmare of the empty nest: Your children are gone, and they were the only people in the house who knew how to use the remote control.  (pg. 129)

 

Ratings…
    Amazon:  4.3/5 based on 1,565 ratings.

    Goodreads: 3.71/5 based on 49,392 ratings and 5,748 reviews.

 

My first husband is a perfectly nice person, although he’s pathologically attached to his cats.  (pg. 104 )

    I Feel Bad About My Neck is a quick and easy read, an ideal option if you have a book report due tomorrow and haven’t even opened a book yet.  Ironically. that’s probably my main gripe – at 137 pages, it’s simply too short.  Even Erma Bombeck’s books usually run 200-250 pages.

 

    The language is just short of squeaky clean.  I only noted two cuss words, and if you’re looking for “tell-all” bits of the author's personal life (she was married three times), you’ll be disappointed, although she's not above shooting a spousal zinger now and then.

 

    Finally, it should be noted that, as the book’s subtitle points out, I am not the target audience.  This is a woman, writing about being a woman, and hoping it resonates with other women.

 

    Nevertheless, I was entertained from page 1 through page 137, and it’s always a pleasure to come across a talented author that I hadn't gotten around to reading before.  I was unaware that Nora Ephron only ever wrote one novel, but if I come across any more of her “essay” collections at the used-book store, I will undoubtedly pick them up.

 

    8½ Stars.  I have one Erma Bombeck book, The Grass Is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank, collecting dust on my Kindle.  It's been a while since I read anything by her, so maybe it's time to get reacquainted with her essays.