One Tough School Teacher

I just finished reading The Collaborator of Bethlehem by Matt Beynon Rees. I don’t read much detective or mystery fiction these days but this one caught my eye. It’s set in present day Palestine and the protagonist is a hard-luck school teacher named Omar Yussef. One of his former students from years ago is accused of collaboration and Yussef sets off to clear his name. There are very few good guys in this book, only people with more or less evil in their hearts. Yussef is much better drawn than any of the Marlowe-type characters I’ve read. The bad guys don’t have much good in them but they have complicated motives that keeps them interesting and multi-dimensional.

The best part about this book is the way Rees weaves the plot through the looming presence of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. His character Yussef is not so much stuck on one side or the other as he is caught in the middle. The book never preaches, nor does it come down against anything but the debilitating violence that never lets up.

The book also peers into the darker side of the various factions, how they operate businesses Mafia-style, how they intimidate everyone. Yussef sticks up for himself and others when he can. Sometimes he succeeds, most times he does not. And that brings me to the toughest part, there is no happy ending as much as there is a bit of justice.

Rees deserves all the accolades he received for this book. He writes better than the top-sellers in the genre. I only wish the book was a little longer with a bit more detail.

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A Sunset To Remember

People love to watch the sunset. My friend Bob never tires of this. He lives in Aruba, down the road from my place, and as often as possible, sometimes seven days a week, he sits on his deck with a cold beer and toasts the end of a fine day. Here’s an example.

I took this one looking northwest from Savaneta, the little fishing village where we live. The colors were spectacular. It was possible to watch them change as the sun dropped. At the lower latitudes, the sun descends rapidly. Actually the earth turns; the sun stays where it is. But you think the sun is descending. Anyway, you can’t beat the view from here. The stuff of legend and romance.

Published in: on June 9, 2008 at 7:55 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Brevity Cult

I first learned the term “brevity cult” from author Neal Stephenson. He writes long books with enough detail to not only put you in the scene but to saturate every one of the five senses. Then he interlinks historical context with story elements. If that’s not enough he gets into all types of other factors from the hard sciences to sociology. These are the types of books I like to read and they are the type of books I write. (The first draft of my novel, An Island Away, was 1200 pages.) Ken Follet’s Pillars of the Earth is another example of a long book that is stunningly good. There are plenty more examples to be found, just search the shelves of your local bookstore.

The brevity cult, on the other hand, prefers short novels. There are plenty of these out there, too. I’ve read a few. They’re all broth, no meat, no vegetables, no flavor. Someone went somewhere, something happened, it’s over. The sentence structures are pared down to the bare bones with no variety, no winding paths, nothing to tickle the brain. They feature tons of dialog, as if a book and a play are the same thing. If I only want to hear people talk, I’ll go to the local bar and eavesdrop.

I’m not sure what publishers see in these short books. The public buys them in some numbers but they also rave about plenty of long books. I’m a bit insulted by a 197 page novel. That’s a short story where I come from. If three of them were put together in a collection it would be worth the cover price. However, I’m not plunking down righteous coin for so few pages.

Furthermore, I wonder if some authors are simply lazy. Often enough they don’t even label who’s speaking, which is fine until there are ten pages of dialog or four characters speaking. What’s the point of putting together a story and not fully developing it? If you’re going to ask the reader to spend some time between the covers, make it worth their while. Work hard, spin those plot threads among characters that are loved and hated, cherished or despised. If not, write magazine articles or shopping lists for that matter.

Oh, there is a name for these short books. They’re called “slender gems.” Well, if you think a lump of quartz is the same as a diamond, just try giving it to your wife. No, really honey, I mean it.

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A Swath of Aruba

Here is a photo taken from high upon a hill in Aruba. The view looks to the west, down over an area known as Rooi Koochi and then the fishing village of Savaneta.

Aruba is a desert island, full of tall cactus and Divi trees. The constant trade winds give the Divi tree its distinctive shape, which always points to the west.

I rode my bicycle to the top of this hill which features a massive water tank. The ride is among the toughest on the island since the grade is beyond steep. This is good for exercise and to use all those gears on my mountain bike. Of course, some day I may have a heart attack doing this, and no one but the local goats will take notice.

Published in: on June 9, 2008 at 3:18 pm  Leave a Comment  
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