Joe Brody
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. . . you may want to read this book (ALL SHALL BE WELL; AND ALL SHALL BE WELL; AND ALL MANNER OF THINGS SHALL BE WELL, by Tod Wodicka -- yeah, that's a real title.).
From today's review by Ken Kalfus in the New York Times Book Review:
There was just something about the phrase "mead-induced stupor" that caught my fancy. The book sounds awful -- but for some reason the Times also has another (online) review by Janet Maslin.
. . .this sounds like a book that should've been written by George Saunders.
From today's review by Ken Kalfus in the New York Times Book Review:
Any of us may be susceptible to an occasional feeling of alienation from our times. Cursed with an awareness of the centuries past and the eons ahead, we know how arbitrary a prison the moment we inhabit really is. Couldn?t we imagine ourselves as entirely different people, shaped by the exigencies of another era? Couldn?t the thought obsess us?
The thought certainly obsesses Burt Hecker, the narrator of Tod Wodicka?s first novel, ?All Shall Be Well; and All Shall Be Well; and All Manner of Things Shall Be Well,? a title whose length and repetitiveness don?t bode well for its contents. Burt, a medieval re-enactor whose fanatic refusal to live in the historical present has brought pain to the people around him, goes through life in a dirty tunic and a mead-induced stupor. He refuses to learn to drive, calling automobiles, somewhat witlessly, ?time machines.? Now well into his 60s, he avoids all that is ?OOP? ? that is, ?Out of Period.? His principal comfort is his amateur society, the Confraternity of Times Lost Regained, which sponsors medieval fairs, jousts and banquets.
Although Wodicka offers a cursory summary of Burt?s childhood in a religious orphanage, asking why Burt believes he was born in the wrong time is as unproductive as inquiring why a transgendered individual believes he was born in the wrong sex. Burt, who when in period calls himself Eckbert Attquiet, says, ?I simply felt as if I were a remnant from something long since passed, and only ever half there in a modern world that I did my very best to ignore.?
There was just something about the phrase "mead-induced stupor" that caught my fancy. The book sounds awful -- but for some reason the Times also has another (online) review by Janet Maslin.
. . .this sounds like a book that should've been written by George Saunders.
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