Review: Accelerated by Bronwen Hruska

Book: Accelerated

Author: Bronwen Hruska

Published: October 2, 2012 by Pegasus

First Lines: “Sean Benning had put in his time.  He couldn’t risk being caught in another conversation about ERB percentiles and afterschool activities that cost more than he made in a month.  Forty-five minutes was his limit.”

Rating: Sorry, but I didn’t like it.

(Electronic galley provided by Open Road Media)

When I first read the synopsis for this book, I thought it was something I could relate to: Sean is raising his son Toby on his own because his wife Ellie unexpectedly runs away, and the private school his in-laws pay for is pressuring him to medicate his kid for ADHD, even though he doesn’t see any of the symptoms.  Great!  The main character was a man, and I share (or have shared) at least a few of his problems.

My first impression after finishing Accelerated was, “It feels like I just read a Lifetime movie.”  After I found the author’s bio, it turns out that she is a screenwriter who has written Lifetime movies.  This was her first novel, and–all things considered–it was alright.  That being said, it wasn’t really for me, and just in case the author (or any other author) is reading this, I’d like to provide some constructive feedback.

First, not everything about this story was bad.  A few aspects were rather brilliant.  I was impressed with the way the story wrapped up, and upon finishing, I felt like there were no loose ends or any parts left unresolved.  More than once, I found myself in awe of how subtle details from earlier in the story came to have a big impact later on.  All the plots and subplots wove together into a perfectly resolved ending.

I was also very interested in the topic: over-diagnosis and over-medication of students with “ADHD” who are just normal active children.  <rant>One of my son’s teachers tried to get us to have him tested so she could get him on Ritalin, but I see the kid concentrate for hours at a time on his Lego creations, books, or movies.  I felt like she was taking a lazy way out because she was too bad at her job to get my kid interested in what she was trying to teach him, and she didn’t have the basic sense of authority to make him sit down and do his work.  I never had trouble getting him to do his homework.</rant>  I identified with this topic, and it stirred up some strong feelings for me.

Of course, despite the good qualities, the story also had a few points where it could have been better.

My biggest problem with Accelerated was the characters.  I never really liked Sean.  He was a passive hero, with no special qualities or admirable traits.  He loved his kid.  Everybody loves their kids; that’s not really anything special.  I felt like more of the problems in the story got solved by luck or outside help than by Sean’s actions.  The only sacrifice he made was to risk getting fired from his crappy job that he hated.  I would have liked to see him knowingly risk losing his art exhibition rather than have that happen to him unexpectedly as “bad shit happening to good people”.  Likewise, I was annoyed by the fact that he slept with a married woman in the opening scene, and then later he slept with his girlfriend and his wife in the same day, but faced no consequences.  That was a prime opportunity to introduce strong conflict.

A few of the other characters were weak as well.  I would have liked to understand Ellie, the estranged wife, a little better.  Why did she run away?  Because she’s a psycho?  That’s lame.  She should have had a stronger motivation that actually made sense.  It’s the same with Cheryl, the rich doctor’s wife whom Sean bangs in the bathroom at the PTA meeting.  I can’t imagine why she would want to sleep with Sean in the first place, much less in a public setting.  I would really have liked to see these characters’ motivations.

My next complaint is a bit nitpicky, but it’s a style issue.  Several times the narrative spelled out what characters were thinking by their facial expressions and body language.  The story is told in third-person limited point of view through Sean’s eyes, so I guess you can justify it, but that’s one of my pet peeves as a reader and writer.  Here’s an example: “She tried reassuring him with a smile.”  Instead of telling what she was trying to do with the smile, it would have been better to just describe the smile and let the reader interpret: “Her mouth smiled, but her eyes did not.”  To use the writer’s advice cliche: Show rather than tell.

The last thing I’m going to address is the romance between Sean and Toby’s teacher Jess.  In order for it to be appealing, I would have liked for the “forbidden” factor to be played up.  It would have made that subplot much more interesting.  But considering she was a teacher and he was a parent, their relationship was risky and entirely inappropriate.  I never felt any of that danger.  In order for it to be believable, it should have ended in flaming disaster.  He was not even divorced yet, and their relationship was completely unprofessional, so there were all kinds of external forces that could have interfered, and it might have been even more interesting if one of them had been jealous or if they’d had something to fight over.  If they had managed to overcome some of these problems in a believable way, then it would have meant more to the reader that they ended up staying together at the end.

So that is my critique of Accelerated.  If you like sentimental stories about family and a bit of romance, or if you are interested in the ADHD issue, you may actually enjoy this book.  If you’re a writer, I think there are some good lessons to be learned in plot construction, and some examples of what not to do with character and conflict.

Buy the book: (Powell’s or Amazon)

Review: Waterbaby by Cris Mazza

Book: Waterbaby (Powell’s) (Amazon)

Author: Cris Mazza

Published: October 2007 by Soft Skull Press, 320 pages

Date Read: June 2012

First Line: ”She’d been feeling a seizure coming on for several weeks, and for the first time in twenty-five years.”

Genre/Rating: Literary fiction; 2/5 ghosts disappearing around the side of a lighthouse

Review: The description of this book sold me. A romance! Troubled relationships between siblings! An abandoned baby! Genealogy! A ghost! A mystery! I love all of these things. I am a sucker for historical literary mysteries. Even poorly-written ones. Something about history bleeding into contemporary times does it for me.

That being said, this book left me cold.

Tam was a talented swimmer as a teen until she suffered her first epileptic seizure while in the pool. Since then, she’s been afraid to go back in the water in case it triggers another seizure. Her brother Gary, who saved her the first time, went on to become a championship swimmer and hero during the search and rescue phase of post-9/11 New York City; her sister Martha stayed home, raised a family, and investigates the family genealogy. Tam, feeling lost after her roommate kicks her out, goes on a trip to Maine to ostensibly research some genealogy for her sister, but truly to find the family connection to her epilepsy. While in Maine, she falls into a relationship, helps an abandoned child, and investigates a ghost story with ties to her family.

I didn’t hate it. I didn’t want to stab it with a letter opener and bury it in a shallow grave on the side of the road. I finished it. I just didn’t care. I didn’t care about the mystery; I didn’t care about any of the characters, including the baby; I didn’t care about the history. The HISTORY! I LOVE history! What a disappointment.

Tam was cold and unfeeling. I didn’t care about her troubles. I thought she brought most of them upon herself, to tell you the truth. Her history came out in such fits and starts that I stopped caring about it; we’re obviously supposed to be so excited to find out what happened in a doomed relationship she had in college that changed her life, but every time she started going on about it, I just wanted her to MOVE ON, already. I didn’t care about her overbearing brother, her scatterbrained sister, her arrogant and childish lover. None of them mattered. Even the history started to bore me silly. When I got to the end and found out that it was based on a true story, I was sad. I felt that I should have been more interested. I love Maine. I’ve always been so interested in anything Maine-centric. Maine is one state I’ve always wanted to visit. But this book made me not care about it. I’m kind of mad at you for that, book.

So, meh. Big, fat, total meh on this book. I didn’t hate it. I just didn’t care. I want to care about the books I read.l I’d even rather hate them than be meh about them, you know? Nope. No, thanks, book. Life’s too short for something that causes no emotions whatsover.

Triple-Decker Review, pt. 2: 11/22/63 by Stephen King

This is the third review of our triple-review of 11/22/63, the first parts of which were posted here yesterday.

 Book: 11/22/63

Author: Stephen King

Published: November 8, 2011 by Scribner; 849 pages

First Line: ”I have never been what you’d call a crying man.”

Genre: Science fiction/alternate history

Rob’s rating: 2.5-3/5 magic Mannlicher-Carcano bullets

Rob’s review:

con•spir•a•cy [kuhn-spir-uh-see]
noun, plural -cies.
4. Law – an agreement by two or more persons to commit a crime, fraud, or other wrongful act.

Well, it’s nice to know that some things never change…

I haven’t read Stephen King in, um…(counts on her fingers)…23 years. IT is the reason for that. I, by some miracle of fortitude, managed to get through three-quarters of that damn book before I came to my senses and realized that I did not care one miserable iota what happened to these characters – in fact, I hoped the spider-clown thingy massacred them all and good fucking riddance to them. So I flung my copy out my bedroom window, where all books I hate and consider unreadable go to their ignoble death, and since it was winter I had the unspeakable joy of watching it rain and sleet and snow all over it so that by spring it was little more than the pulpy, disintegrating mess it deserved to be.

I cackled when I finally picked it up and chucked it into the garbage. (smiles beatifically at this very pleasant memory…)

(coughs) Anyway, that is why I have not read King in twenty-odd years, but 11/22/63 could not be ignored as easily as the rest of his work has been since IT was destroyed. Anything JFK and RFK has always been a pull for me, and I was curious about King’s take on it all.

Question One: Was it a good book?

In its way…page-turning, certainly. But he usually is, as far as my memory reminds me.

Is he still in possession of his many irritating writerly habits?

Oh, God…yes. He’s still aggravatingly windy, still repetitious in a way that I always found insulting; phrases that he repeats and repeats and repeats, over and over and over until you want to hunt him down and beat him to death with his own hardback – which is entirely possible with this damn brick of a book. Go ahead, drop it on your socked foot. I double dog dare you.

Yes, I get what he’s doing. I get that it’s a narrative device, one he thinks is pretty fucking nifty, and in the right hands can be useful keeping the theme front and center in the reader’s mind, blah blah…it doesn’t make it any less annoying, repetitive, or insulting – to me, a writer uses it only when he expects his readership to be made up entirely of cretins.

‘Life turns on a dime.’
‘The past harmonizes.’
‘The past is obdurate.’

Get used to them now.

Next question: Did I find King’s take on time-travel plausable?

Eh, well…are any of them? Standing stones, complicated contraptions, rips in the air, flying DeLoreans…none of them are, really, but some fit more smoothly than others. Was King’s scenario smooth? heh, well…possibly more so than the flying DeLorean, but it was clever enough, as these things go, so points for that.

Next: And the story?

Ach…it wasn’t bad, all in all. However, I could have done without his endless nattering and repetitious rhapsodizing of the 1950s…yeah, yeah, they were swell, peachy-keen, yowsa…can we now move the fuck on, please? He bogs himself down in this shit like a plesiosaur in a LeBrea tar pit so that the story doesn’t move already. It’s maddening.

And Jake Epping? Our adventurous protag?

(sighs) He made me tired…especially from the halfway mark on. Some writers just don’t know when to shut the fuck up. Dickens had this same problem, so I suppose Stephen thinks he’s in good company.

Yeah, well…I don’t like Himself* either.

Was it well plotted, well-thought out, blah blah?

Huh…I suppose it was, (sneers) the past harmonizes, after all. Or so we’re told endlessly.

What about King’s research?

Hard to say, since he doesn’t include a bibliography, which is rather bad form for any book using history as its framework. But I get the impression that it’s spotty. There’s plenty on the assassination, on Oswald, on the faboo 50s – there seemed to be far less though on JFK himself, on RFK, on Jack’s presidency. You want to study the man’s death, you have to study his life and his work, because therein lies the answers. otherwise you’re getting only half the picture which makes one more susceptible to the likes of Gerald Posner.

So, did I buy King’s version of 11/22/63?

Not. I’m a ‘contrarian’ like his wife. Though since far more people believe something other, that would make King himself the ‘contrarian’, not his wife..

Oh, and Posner’s book?

Discredited long since by those who know what they’re talking about. But King is the new kid on the block on this subject, so you can almost forgive him. Almost. But using Posner’s book as a template for your opinion that was obviously already decided on the subject is just sloppy research with a good dose of wishful thinking. Was he using Posner’s book purely for fictional reasons? No, he makes that quite clear in his afterward. He buys what Posner was selling.

What about Occam’s Razor?

(snorts) Please…William of Occam always seems to be trotted out when the other side doesn’t have a plausible argument of their own to render for public consumption. ‘All things being equal’. Sure. ‘The simplest answer is usually the right one.’ You bet. Simple is nice, and convenient, especially for the novelist writing a big book on a complicated subject. But ‘all things’ are never equal, and there is nothing simple whatsoever about that damn magic-bullet theory – if it was, Posner would not have needed 640 pages to explain it.

Was the damned thing entertaining, at least?

Sure. King usually is. But if you’re a student of JFK’s assassination, wait for the paperback because there’s nothing new here. But if you’re just a King fan I doubt you’ll be too disappointed. (Eyes her blog partner’s review above) or maybe you will.

For myself, will I read more King? Possibly backtrack and read all the stuff I’ve missed in the last twenty-odd years?

Um…no. I think not. Why? Because some things do not change. And here I was all worried, but not very, that I might have been missing out. Thanks for setting my mind at rest on that, Stephen.

One more question. Do I believe there was a conspiracy, myself?

Well, let’s just say that I don’t believe Oswald was there all by his psychotic lonesome – or that the bullet from his rifle was the money shot. Posner, and many others who believe in the one man, one rifle, one bullet business, tend to ignore some wery simple impossibilities, and some equally simple physics. As well as their own eyes.

Occam’s Razor, indeed.

*my affectionate title for Charles Dickens.