This year I'm keeping track of what I read in Microsoft OpenNote -- along with what movies I've watched, recipes I've tried, and things I want to do/completed. Being this organized does not come naturally, but because of my poor memory (and other issues) I have a hard time even remembering what I did last week.
Which is why I've decided to start writing on here again -- sort of to keep track of what I liked, what I didn't, and to help me actually do some writing.
First off -- I know I read in a very limited range. Mostly children's literature. But I'm trying to branch out. Bear with me.
The first book I read this year was a new book that made me laugh as soon as I read the title: "Fat Vampire: A Never Coming of Age Story" by Adam Rex.
Unfortunately, reading the book was akin to my experience with indie movies. The first half is fantastic - brilliant, witty, original, unique, fresh, etc. Then comes the second half, when there isn't enough action, in the writer's mind (or something) to keep hold of the viewer/reader attention. So they bring in something sexual, something disturbing, something that doesn't really jive with the rest of the story.
The first half of "Fat Vampire: A Never Coming of Age Story" should be a movie. It is fantastic -- the story of a fat nerd who becomes a vampire and has to come to grips with being a heavy fifteen-year-old for life. He's got a friend, he's learning to turn into a bat, and he doesn't like the idea of sucking on anyone but a hot girl. It's a riot.
But then comes the gross part. And I'm not going to say anything other than that it was mostly unexpected and it probably hit a little too close to home for me.
And as for the ending?
I have no clue what the ending means or even what happens. I tried re-reading it a few times and could not wrap my mind around it. Which does not mean that the author dropped the ball -- it simply means I am not used to deciphering postmodern work.
As a beginner writer, I'm not very fond of critiquing those who have actually published work. I can only say that I disliked it and try to figure out why.
Most of the time, I don't see the need for disturbing sexual situations. There could be a redeeming theme, but that was not present in "Fat Vampire". It didn't even make a case for whether it was good or bad. It did serve as a catalyst for the main character to make some decisions, but even then there was an ambiguous quality about the entire situation.
I don't like ambiguity. I'm all for a grey area (since there are things in life that are very grey), but when there are no truths to hold onto...well, I can't see the reason to do anything good if there's no reason other than that it's "good to do." The logic in my brain cannot make sense of that system.
I don't know why I keep reading/viewing postmodern works. I get disappointed almost every time.
But if you ever want to read the first half of a book, "Fat Vampire: A Never Coming of Age Story" is incredibly fun.