There is something deeply irritating about Eggers. I read the one with 'Velocity' in the title, and despite a really good premise and start, it got worse as it went along. It wasn't awful, but merely pretty average. Not sure why Eggers is hyped quite so much.
QUOTE: 'A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian' aggravates me - it's just a really cutesy title, it seems to proclaim "Hey, this is a bit wacky!"
Thought it was quite a good book, to be fair.
I get quite irritated by the title of Alan Furst's Dark Star. It's a brilliant book (like all of Furst's stuff), but the title just reminds me of the film, to which it obviously bears no relation, and I just can't get that image of the hippy spacemen out of my head, which is totally at odds with the story.
I think that's quite a clever reference to 'A Clockwork Orange', wingco. Kind of works well to announce Brand's idiot savant style.
I loved Eggers' "Heartbreaking Work etc'. Again, I think the title works well to announce Eggers' style (which is part mega-confidence, part self-effacement). Also, the book really is a heartbreaking work, though probably not quite staggering genius.
What Pants said about Eggers. Those passages where he's playing frisbee with his kid brother, and breathlessly explaining to the reader how nobody, nobody in the history of the world, has ever, ever exhibited the grace, the purity, the beauty and skill of the pair of them... it's all about the primacy of the subjective. Of course he knows that these valuations aren't literally true. But as Arsene Wenger said apropos of Ferguson, everybody thinks he has the best looking wife at home. The fact that the hyperbolic nature of subjective judgement has so totally overwhelmed objective standards is the whole point of Eggers' stories, and precisely what is affecting about them and the way they are told.
QUOTE: everybody thinks he has the best looking wife at home.
But I don't think they do? Or is this just a description of certain sublime moments?
I couldn't even make it through any of Eggers' Short Short Stories when they were in the guardian at the weekend. I'd try each time, thinking, look, it's only a third of a page, you can read that no matter what - but invariably I would have to give up after about two and a half sentences. To me he's literally unreadable. But that's my fault, probably.