<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417</id><updated>2009-07-08T17:36:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel's Bookshelf</title><subtitle type='html'>The Best Books I've Read (of Late)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-9125960344089726284</id><published>2009-06-01T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:25:37.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Refuge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/City-Refuge-Novel-Tom-Piazza/dp/B0027CSNFS/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0027CSNFS.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Tom Piazza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;City of Refuge&lt;/span&gt; is about two families living in New Orleans as Katrina approaches and then hits. But more than that, it's about the meaning of "home." How bad do things get before you give up on your home? What is home without the people who made it feel that way? What if your home doesn't feel like home to your wife? What ties you there, and what pulls you away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina is, of course, one of the most politicized disasters in recent history. Whereas other natural disasters can sometimes be thought of as a pure and simple tragedy, a terrible "act of God," there was nothing simple about Katrina and its aftermath. And even those in New Orleans when it hit were initially relieved when the storm missed the city and seemed to blow over with fairly minimal damage. Then the poorly-built levees broke, all around the city, and the waters rushed in. Around America, people saw it on the news, and almost immediately felt compelled to comment on it. "Why didn't those people get out of there?" "Why isn't the government helping them?" "Why would anyone build a house below sea level?" Tom Piazza captures the media storm as well as the experience of those whose lives were directly affected, who often had much less access to information about what was happening to their town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books that put you firmly in the shoes and skins of people far away, people you never thought you'd relate to, and help you see through their eyes. Tom Piazza has written about New Orleans before, but here he expertly uses the novel form to create empathy in the reader. His characters are devastatingly real, beautifully flawed human beings who are doing what they can to live their lives, to make a home wherever they can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-9125960344089726284?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/9125960344089726284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=9125960344089726284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/9125960344089726284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/9125960344089726284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/06/city-of-refuge.html' title='City of Refuge'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-1456237873779993916</id><published>2009-05-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:30:34.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Geography-Bliss-Grumps-Search-Happiest/dp/044669889X/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/044669889X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Eric Weiner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies by happiness researchers, the people of certain countries are, on average, much happier than those of other countries. Obviously, people living in hunger or abject poverty are likely to be unhappy, but how about those countries where people are relatively well-off? For instance, why are people in Moldova so much less happy than people in Bhutan? Why are Icelanders happier than Brits? Eric Weiner (yes, pronounced "Whiner,") a self-described neurotic and public radio commentator, travels around the world to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he stops in Amsterdam to, among other things, check in with Ruut Veenhoven, who created the World Database of Happiness. He asks how, exactly, happiness could be measured. What, exactly, is it - is it pleasure? Is it the satisfaction of doing good deeds? Is it spiritual enlightenment? And how accurate are people at knowing their own happiness levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiner brings the perfect mixture of cynicism and wonder to the task; he spends time in each country he visits, getting to know the people, the culture, the basic philosophies people live by. I found it an entertaining and thought-provoking philosophical travelogue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-1456237873779993916?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/1456237873779993916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=1456237873779993916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/1456237873779993916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/1456237873779993916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/05/geography-of-bliss-one-grumps-search.html' title='The Geography of Bliss: One Grump&apos;s Search for the Happiest Places in the World'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-4250544484188061779</id><published>2009-05-02T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:26:14.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World That Made New Orleans: From Spanish Silver to Congo Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/World-That-Made-New-Orleans/dp/1556527306/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1556527306.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Ned Sublette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of his history of early New Orleans, Ned Sublette says of Katrina and those hellish months afterwards: "To lose any American city would have been unthinkable. But to lose New Orleans..." Those of us who have lived in New Orleans or visited often have an understandable affection for the place. But the rest of us may wonder: what's so special about this low-lying, poverty-stricken city at the dirty end of the Mississippi? It's one of the oldest cities in America, but its history stood very much apart from the thirteen colonies. It was always an outsider, not quite French, not quite Spanish, not quite American, but the music that originated there came to define the American sound. It was a major center for slave trading, but at the same time had more free people of color than any other town in America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to the title of the book, Sublette ranges far and wide, from Africa to South America, from the Caribbean to Canada, to tell the story of the deep roots of New Orleans. I learned much more about Havana and Saint-Domingue (present-day Haiti) than I'd ever known. New Orleans was apparently even more heavily influenced by the Caribbean than by France or Spain. And, though the effects of the Haitian Revolution sent deep reverberations all across the early United States, I had certainly never been taught about it in school. Though at times it seems Sublette is talking about anywhere &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; New Orleans, he keeps beautifully connecting it all, until the reader understands what a miraculous and unlikely culture New Orleans evolved into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-4250544484188061779?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/4250544484188061779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=4250544484188061779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4250544484188061779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4250544484188061779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-that-made-new-orleans-from_02.html' title='The World That Made New Orleans: From Spanish Silver to Congo Square'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-8536020585061333404</id><published>2009-05-01T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:22:09.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Feed-M-T-Anderson/dp/0763622591/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0763622591.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by M. T. Anderson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science fiction fulfills many roles. It can be escapism, a fun ride, a prescient look at things to come. But great science fiction seems to do its best work when you're not reading it, when you've put the book down and you're walking around in your life and you get that vertiginous feeling that what you've been reading about is happening RIGHT NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. T. Anderson's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feed&lt;/span&gt; is one of those books, a short but potent tale of a generation who lives their entire lives connected to the Feed, the equivalent of our internet/ iPhone/instant messaging/satellite TV, so well integrated into the human body that it picks up our tiniest chemical surges and barest hints of desire. Wondering about something? You've already got the answer. Admire somebody's shirt? It's available from the following vendors at these incredible prices. It's not a new idea, but Anderson's gifts of language and characterization put you so vividly in the head of a Feed-connected teen that soon you'll be speaking the language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus is visiting the moon with some of his friends, and, despite the Feed's constant hype about how awesome everything on the moon is, Titus and his friends are quickly getting bored. Then he meets Violet. She's beautiful, but she's also... different. She's connected to the Feed, of course, but talks more like someone who spends her time reading books. Together, they're caught in a terrorist attack, which shuts down their Feed connection, and technicians are called in to operate. Soon they're back up and running, but their lives may never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audio version of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feed&lt;/span&gt; brings to life the barrage of advertisements, news items, and pop songs Anderson includes between chapters, giving the listener an even more vivid sense of being jacked in to the Feed. Anderson perfectly captures not only the dystopian landscape of corporately-sponsored youth culture, but also the teenage dilemma: enthusiastically accept what the world wants to sell you -- making you an "insider" -- or reject your culture and fight the system, making you an "outsider." Most of us get caught in-between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-8536020585061333404?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/8536020585061333404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=8536020585061333404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8536020585061333404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8536020585061333404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/05/feed.html' title='Feed'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-4358858338770170334</id><published>2009-03-18T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:31:43.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0812975405/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0812975405.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Curtis Sittenfeld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever thought about Laura Bush and wondered, "How did &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; end up with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;?" Curtis Sittenfeld has wondered the same thing. There are critically-acclaimed &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Wife-Life-Choices-Laura/dp/0743243838"&gt;biographies&lt;/a&gt; you could read, if you want to get the details, but Sittenfeld uses fiction to go deeper. It's not possible, of course, to really know what it's like to be Laura Bush; but "American Wife" allows us to know exactly what it's like to be Alice Blackwell (nee Lindgren), a woman whose life story is very closely modeled around Bush's. When I started reading, I imagined the book would really get interesting once Alice met Charlie Blackwell, but I was soon so caught up in the fascinating character of Alice that I felt in no hurry for her to grow up and get married. Sittenfeld's pacing is perfect, somewhere between a page-turner and a character-driven literary novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the parallels to Laura Bush are plentiful, the reader can also relax and enjoy the story as fiction. At its core, the story asks, What is it like to set your own life aside to follow someone you love? Is it possible to be yourself while also unintentionally becoming a public figure? Does loyalty to your husband or wife take away from your loyalty to yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-4358858338770170334?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/4358858338770170334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=4358858338770170334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4358858338770170334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4358858338770170334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-wife.html' title='American Wife'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-4246625046166694954</id><published>2009-03-18T19:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:19:04.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Human-Smoke-Beginnings-World-Civilization/dp/1416572465/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1416572465.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Nicholson Baker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I heard about Hitler. My father and I were hiking along a creek in Northern Illinois as he told me the basics. I was baffled by the idea that murder, that most basic of all wrongdoing, would ever be encouraged by a world leader. This shows how naive I was at the time; it wasn't long before I would learn of the myriad exceptions to "Thou Shalt Not Kill." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as I continued to fill in the gaps in my knowledge about World War II, I came to accept the idea that, however I might feel about the morality of war in general, this particular war was both necessary and unavoidable. I could doubt the existence of true evil in the world, yet see it clearly in the actions of Hitler and his Nazis. If there was ever a time to step in and destroy evil to preserve goodness, this was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholson Baker's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Smoke&lt;/span&gt; asks that we look again. Baker is known for seeing the details most of us miss; this time he's turned his eye on the ephemera of the years leading up to World War II -- journals, diaries, newspaper articles, contemporary interviews, radio speeches -- and put together a chronological mosaic of people and places as they were at the time. The major players are there, as are the citizens and soldiers, but we also hear quite a bit from those who opposed the war, and those who offered alternate paths. More than anything I've read, this book took the inevitability out of the equation, left me wondering not only what would happen but what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; happen. What if Roosevelt had loosened our tight quotas on Jewish immigrants, allowing thousands of refugees to escape from Europe? What if Churchill had not insisted on his blockade, which starved not only the Nazis but all those innocents we told ourselves we were saving? Why did Roosevelt find it necessary &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in 1934&lt;/span&gt; to parade our battleships through Japanese waters? What if Hitler's ridiculous plan to send the Jews to Madagascar had succeeded, instead of his horrific "Plan B"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By our actions, did we save as many lives as we destroyed? Is war ever truly inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever conclusions you come to after reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Smoke&lt;/span&gt;, it's well worth the time. It was one of the most eye-opening and thought-provoking books I've read in a great while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-4246625046166694954?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/4246625046166694954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=4246625046166694954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4246625046166694954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4246625046166694954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/03/human-smoke-beginnings-of-world-war-ii.html' title='Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-6894165209956395957</id><published>2009-03-03T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:03:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/White-Teeth-Novel-Zadie-Smith/dp/0375703861" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0375703861.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Zadie Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I read my first book by Charles Dickens (actually this was embarrassingly recent) I can't help but identify certain books as "Dickensian." It's a bad habit, and I'm trying to cut down, but just once more, I have to say it: Zadie Smith's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;White Teeth&lt;/span&gt; is, let's face it, Dickensian. I mean it in the best way: the book is multilayered, with a large cast of memorable characters coming from a large variety of classes, colors, creeds, and countries, all colliding in present-day London. Smith's voice is omniscient, her tone both humorous and heartbreaking. She's one of those writers who can introduce character after character without the reader becoming fatigued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the core, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;White Teeth&lt;/span&gt; is a tale of two families: the Iqbals, originally from  Bangladesh, and the Joneses, of London and Jamaica. The two patriarchs fought (mainly with each other) in World War II, and have been inseparable ever since. Their younger wives hold the families together, and the kids - Irie Jones and Magid and Millat Iqbal - refuse to be contained. Smith is, herself, part Jamaican and part English, and seems to perfectly capture the sense of being a new hybrid in the Old World. The dialects and wildly disparate characters moving perpendicularly to each other reminded me of "The Confederacy of Dunces" at times. Though the narrative spins off in multiple directions, it does manage to come together explosively in the end. This book made me a definite Smith fan, and I can't wait to read her other works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-6894165209956395957?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/6894165209956395957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=6894165209956395957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6894165209956395957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6894165209956395957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-teeth.html' title='White Teeth'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-6422163895478312093</id><published>2009-03-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:33:33.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cups of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Three-Cups-Tea-Mission-Promote/dp/0143038257/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0143038257.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a failed attempt to climb K2, mountain bum Greg Mortenson found himself stumbling into uncharted territory, a small Pakistani village not on any map. The people there treated him with great kindness, though they were very poor even by local standards. That's when Mortenson made a promise that would change his life: he told his new friends he would build them a school for their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home in California, living out of his car while working as a temporary EMT, Mortenson started to wonder what on earth he had been thinking, making such a promise, when he himself was barely scraping by. He knew nothing about fundraising, construction, or any of the skills he would need to build a school on the other side of the world. "Three Cups of Tea" tells how he eventually fulfills his promise, and goes on to build dozens of schools, most of them for girls, where they're needed most. And, without meaning to, he helps to fight terrorism at its very source. An incredible story, all the better because it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-6422163895478312093?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/6422163895478312093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=6422163895478312093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6422163895478312093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6422163895478312093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-cups-of-tea.html' title='Three Cups of Tea'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-7269013645242149133</id><published>2008-12-31T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:54:19.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 from 2008</title><content type='html'>Of the books I read in 2008, these are my ten favorites, in no particular order. Please read them, and report back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/womans-world.html"&gt;Woman's World&lt;/a&gt; - Graham Rawle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/12/anathem.html"&gt;Anathem&lt;/a&gt; - Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-inner-ape.html"&gt;Our Inner Ape&lt;/a&gt; - Frans De Waal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/05/pump-six_30.html"&gt;Pump Six&lt;/a&gt; - Paolo Bacigalupi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/05/fall-of-frost.html"&gt;Fall of Frost&lt;/a&gt; - Brian Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-brother.html"&gt;Little Brother&lt;/a&gt; - Cory Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-of-book.html"&gt;People of the Book&lt;/a&gt; - Geraldine Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-of-happiness.html"&gt;The How of Happiness&lt;/a&gt; - Sonja Lyubomirsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/11/astonishing-life-of-octavian-nothing.html"&gt;The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume II: The Kingdom on the Waves&lt;/a&gt; - M.T. Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/10/canon-whirligig-tour-of-beautiful.html"&gt;The Canon: A Whirligig Tour of the Beautiful Basics of Science&lt;/a&gt; - Natalie Angier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-7269013645242149133?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/7269013645242149133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=7269013645242149133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7269013645242149133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7269013645242149133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-top-10-from-2008.html' title='My Top 10 from 2008'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-5796092052299301853</id><published>2008-12-16T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:34:10.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anathem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Anathem-Neal-Stephenson/dp/0061474096/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0061474096.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Neal Stephenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been of fan of Neal Stephenson's novels since &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zodiac&lt;/span&gt;, his Boston Harbor eco-terrorism romp, though, like many people, I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snow Crash&lt;/span&gt; first. Stephenson's books eschew the intimidating cool of some science fiction writers, and are more about adventure in the service of Big Ideas. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anathem&lt;/span&gt; is no different, yet his scope may be grander than usual; this time he's invented a world so that he can explore an alternate evolution of scientific thought. Unlike &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snow Crash, Anathem&lt;/span&gt; starts not with a death-defying chase, but with a conversation in a monastery, and some have complained that the story doesn't really get rolling until about 200 pages in. I disagree. The conversations, the personalities, the contrasting of cultures is fascinating. Though the pace may seem slow at first, this is a well-built world worth learning about, one with a lot to say about our own. And our hero, Fraa Erasmas, is a thinker among thinkers. These are interesting people, who, for most of their lives, have had a lot of time on their hands. Of course, this is soon to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like others of Stephenson's books, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anathem&lt;/span&gt; has its flaws: underdeveloped female characters and an ending that is both satisfying and frustrating. But, all in all, it was a long and glorious ride, full of fresh ideas but also in the tradition of world-building epics like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dune&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-5796092052299301853?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/5796092052299301853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=5796092052299301853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/5796092052299301853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/5796092052299301853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/12/anathem.html' title='Anathem'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-3543562834200326660</id><published>2008-12-15T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:01:08.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Chesil Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Chesil-Beach-Ian-Mcewan/dp/0307386171/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0307386171.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Ian McEwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in one's life that seem to be the fulcrum on which everything before and after is balanced. Of course, these moments aren't often noticeable unless something went badly, something that seems, in retrospect, the beginning of the end. In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On Chesil Beach&lt;/span&gt;, Ian McEwan has created this sort of moment for a young English couple on their wedding night, circa 1962. There is true love between them, and each is certain about the other. But they're on the brink of one of these fulcrums in their lives, and McEwan divides his time between close-ups of this very private night, and zoomed-out looks at the life stories of these two, how they came to be here, how they chose each other. And, after, McEwan follows the long-term results. It's a brief but powerful glimpse of two human lives, how they crash and reverberate backwards and forwards in time. Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-3543562834200326660?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/3543562834200326660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=3543562834200326660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/3543562834200326660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/3543562834200326660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-chesil-beach.html' title='On Chesil Beach'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-3158452351852604067</id><published>2008-11-26T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:53:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume II: The Kingdom on the Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Astonishing-Octavian-Nothing-Traitor-Nation/dp/0763629502/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0763629502.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by M.T. Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, from our vantage point, to see the American Revolution as a good thing. Even as we look cynically at the mythology of high-school history classes, it's hard to argue with the Declaration of Independence. And Anderson didn't write the two &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Octavian Nothing&lt;/span&gt; novels to convince us otherwise. But he does such a good job taking us back into that time, and in the body of a young black man, that we are forced to think again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we learned in the first book, Octavian is a slave raised by Boston scientists in the 1760s and 1770s. I won't go into details about the end of the first book, but the second book picks up soon after, with Octavian and Trefusis making their way back to Boston, which is now under siege by the Rebels. When Octavian hears of the Governor of Virginia offering liberty to all escaped slaves, he knows he may never see an offer like this again. Of course, the Governor is no longer held in high esteem by many Virginians, and is forced to live, with his troops (black and white) and wealthy Loyalist colonists, off the shore of Norfolk, in their flotilla of ships, gradually running short of supplies. Would Octavian have been better off fighting on the side of American Liberty? Not likely; the punishment for escaped slaves was often barbaric. Octavian runs into some friends, new and old, and everyone has a story to tell about their journey to freedom. Octavian's story gives us an angle on the Revolutionary War few of us know much about. And Octavian Nothing is a fascinating character, both of his time and alienated from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-3158452351852604067?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/3158452351852604067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=3158452351852604067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/3158452351852604067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/3158452351852604067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/11/astonishing-life-of-octavian-nothing.html' title='The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume II: The Kingdom on the Waves'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-4554826538676972881</id><published>2008-11-16T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:44:52.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Goodnight-Bush-Parody-Gan-Golan/dp/031604041X/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/031604041X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Gan Golan and Erich Origen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush has always been an easy comedy target. But Goodnight Bush takes one of the President's own favorite books and turns it into a gently horrifying commentary on his administration. In the same way "Goodnight Moon" lets surreality creep in while the room gets darker, one could argue that Americans slowly grew accustomed to the bizarre changes in their country during the reign of the sleepy prince in the White House. The artwork is perfect, down to that singular green of the walls (not very well represented in the book cover picture at right), and the text is flawless. As in the original, the details constantly change, though the overall mood is one of resignation and acceptance. By the end of the book, one has to ask, did the last eight years really happen? Or was I sleeping, curled up in a dark and ever-stranger room, as the world outside faded to black?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-4554826538676972881?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/4554826538676972881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=4554826538676972881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4554826538676972881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4554826538676972881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodnight-bush.html' title='Goodnight Bush'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-8130667690897478055</id><published>2008-11-16T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:32:48.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-Range Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Free-Range-Chickens-Simon-Rich/dp/1400065895/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1400065895.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Simon Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-Range Chickens is a collection of short dialogues and lists, on subjects Simon Rich has spent too much time thinking about, such as childhood or Dracula or God. Some are mildly funny, while others caused bouts of spastic giggles around our household. Rich plays with a lot of common TV and movie tropes, injecting the awkward comedy of real life. Obviously, it's one of those books much more easily enjoyed than described.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-8130667690897478055?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/8130667690897478055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=8130667690897478055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8130667690897478055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8130667690897478055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-range-chickens.html' title='Free-Range Chickens'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-890240477818293913</id><published>2008-11-08T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:53:43.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wordy Shipmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Wordy-Shipmates-Sarah-Vowell/dp/1594489998/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1594489998.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Sarah Vowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wordy Shipmates&lt;/span&gt; is not what I was expecting; I pictured maybe a colorful trip back in time, where, through Vowell's quirky lens, we would get a close-up portrait of life on the Mayflower and among the Pilgrims of Plymouth. Vowell is more interested in the Puritans of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and, more importantly, getting us into the heads of those Puritans. Why, exactly, were they Puritans? Why leave England when they did? What did the New World mean to them? And, perhaps most interestingly, how did their values evolve into the America of George W. Bush? I realized I had been expecting a movie, albeit a daring independent film, but Vowell delivered something even better: a book, with the power to not just show us history but to help us get inside the minds of people we never thought we'd relate to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-890240477818293913?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/890240477818293913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=890240477818293913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/890240477818293913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/890240477818293913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordy-shipmates.html' title='The Wordy Shipmates'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-4613761228263809887</id><published>2008-10-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:46:05.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Canon: A Whirligig Tour of the Beautiful Basics of Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Canon-Whirligig-Beautiful-Basics-Science/dp/0547053460/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0547053460.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Natalie Angier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Natalie Angier offers you a whirligig tour, that's exactly what you get. Angier's writing style is playful and sparkling, and she seems to genuinely enjoy every aspect of science. Unlike Bill Bryson's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Short History of Nearly Everything&lt;/span&gt;, Angier's book is less about the wacky geniuses throughout the history of science, and more about what we know now, or rather, what we should know. She asked leading scientists what basic scientific knowlege no one should leave home without, and then uses her whirligig wit to take you along for the ride. Admittedly, there were sections where I started to feel my attention slipping (chemistry, anyone?), but all in all, the tone is light and full of startling and memorable examples. For instance, did you know that, though the cells making up our bodies are too small to see with the naked eye, some cells are so large that you could enjoy a single one for breakfast? Over-easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-4613761228263809887?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/4613761228263809887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=4613761228263809887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4613761228263809887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/4613761228263809887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/10/canon-whirligig-tour-of-beautiful.html' title='The Canon: A Whirligig Tour of the Beautiful Basics of Science'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-6244384820104431900</id><published>2008-10-24T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:24:14.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People of the Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/People-Book-Novel-Geraldine-Brooks/dp/067001821X/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/067001821X.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Geraldine Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Heath is a rare book conservator in Australia, called to Bosnia to help restore a very rare book indeed: the Sarajevo Haggadah, which had gone missing during the siege in 1992. As Hanna gets to know the book, which is one of the few illuminated manuscripts in the history of Judaism, she comes across a few clues as to its history: a botched binding, a tiny butterfly wing, a white hair, some salt crystals. We travel back in time to witness these crucial moments in the book's 500-year life, and those who lives it touched along the way, including a girl who helps to save it from the Nazis and those who possessed it in Seville, Venice, Vienna. Between each story from the past, we return to Hanna, as she falls in love with the Bosnian librarian who saved the book during its most recent sectarian conflict. It's an intricately interwoven set of stories, full of memorable characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-6244384820104431900?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/6244384820104431900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=6244384820104431900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6244384820104431900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6244384820104431900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-of-book.html' title='People of the Book'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-7066262496937324287</id><published>2008-09-23T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:10:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be Useful: A Beginner's Guide to Not Hating Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Be-Useful-Beginners-Hating/dp/0618713506/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0618713506.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Megan Hustad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of books out there that encourage people to shed the corporate chains and find more creative, outside-the-box, "authentic" ways to make a living. Isn't it time you stopped compromising, and stayed true to yourself? Good advice, in an ideal world, perhaps, but a lot of us find ourselves headed in the other direction. What about those of us who have already embraced our creative sides, but now need to buckle down and work, at least for a while, in the corporate world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustad admits right away that most of the "creative and sensitive" souls she knows would never deign to pick up a "success book," such as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How to Win Friends and Influence People&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The 7 Habits of Successful People&lt;/span&gt;, except maybe in secret. But, truth be told, there are some very good nuggets of wisdom from many of these books, and Hustad worries that her artistic friends may be shunning good advice at their own peril. Hustad does the work for us, pouring over a hundred years of success literature to find the good bits, advice that works today as well as it did in 1901. Some of her findings are counterintuitive; the first section, which draws on Andrew Carnegie, claims that to "just be yourself" is not always helpful. And another chapter concerns the right way, and the wrong way, to be self-deprecating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustad's blend of history and advice, both timeless and topical, is a pleasure to read, and I can already feel myself becoming more useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-7066262496937324287?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/7066262496937324287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=7066262496937324287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7066262496937324287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7066262496937324287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-be-useful-beginners-guide-to-not.html' title='How to Be Useful: A Beginner&apos;s Guide to Not Hating Work'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-8278351939696307613</id><published>2008-08-12T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:05:15.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Botany of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Botany-Desire-Plants-Eye-View-World/dp/0375760393/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0375760393.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Michael Pollan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Botany of Desire&lt;/span&gt;, Michael Pollan looks at four domesticated plants: the apple, the tulip, marijuana, and the potato, and through them examines how they co-evolved  with us to meet our desires: sweetness, beauty, intoxication, and control. Examples of co-evolution abound in nature; isn't it natural that our species, and our various human cultures, have co-evolved with other species? This wide-angle view allows Pollan to look deep into American (and world) history, as well as the history of science and agriculture, revealing as much about humanity as about the four plants in question. Though Pollan's writing can be a bit over-the-top at times, for the most part, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Botany of Desire&lt;/span&gt; is a fascinating, eye-opening journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-8278351939696307613?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/8278351939696307613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=8278351939696307613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8278351939696307613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8278351939696307613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/08/botany-of-desire.html' title='The Botany of Desire'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-5589288057827740338</id><published>2008-08-06T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:05:54.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0670033359/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0670033359.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Geraldine Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter-writing is a lost art. Even those who write letters regularly can find it a struggle, especially when writing to someone one loves and admires, and especially when one's own circumstances are less than admirable. What is there to say when the truth seems too ugly to recount? This is a problem faced repeatedly by the idealistic Civil War chaplain, Peter March, who is obliged to regularly send charming reassurances home to his wife, Marmee, and his four "little women." March is a good man, but his lofty ideals are getting splattered with mud and blood and reality, and, after a year in the war he may not even be sure he deserves to come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooks faced quite a challenge in creating a "missing" character from a classic novel, making sure he could be as compelling as the familiar faces of "Little Women," but she's succeeded brilliantly. March, based somewhat on Louisa May Alcott's father, Bronson, is a character all his own, and he adds a lot of humanity and imperfection to Alcott's original tale. Highly recommended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-5589288057827740338?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/5589288057827740338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=5589288057827740338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/5589288057827740338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/5589288057827740338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/08/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-6127354678222635718</id><published>2008-06-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:32:38.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Womans-World-Novel-Graham-Rawle/dp/159376183X/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/159376183X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Graham Rawle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create his new novel, Graham Rawle crafted it the usual way, and then spent two years combing through 1960s-era women's magazines to find bits of text - from ads or fiction or other articles - that he could use in place of his text. Then, rather than typing it all up, he clipped out all the magazine bits and meticulously arranged them on pages, occasionally enhanced by bits of magazine art or magnificent drop caps. He photographed the results, and that's what you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many, I don't always expect that a piece of art will produce a good story, or vice-versa. And I'm sure some people will be turned off by the look of Rawle's book, thinking that it would be too hard to read, even if the novel was well-written. Not at all. Woman's World is a joy to read, and the clipped-out quality is not just a novelty, but essential to the story. I can't tell you much of the plot without spoiling it, but it does become clear very quickly that the narrator is not the most reliable. Norma Fontaine's world of fashion and good housekeeping is not as simple as it seems. The dark humor and unusual narrative style of this book reminded me somewhat of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time,&lt;/span&gt; although the stories themselves have nothing in common. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woman's World&lt;/span&gt; is a delight for the heart and mind as well as the eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-6127354678222635718?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/6127354678222635718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=6127354678222635718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6127354678222635718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/6127354678222635718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/womans-world.html' title='Woman&apos;s World'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-8967103483280421454</id><published>2008-06-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:54:57.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Inner Ape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Our-Inner-Ape-Frans-Waal/dp/B000GUJHJO/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GUJHJO.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Frans De Waal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When humans do something especially generous, kind, or empathetic, we like to describe these actions as being very "human." When we do something cruel or vicious, we often describe those actions as "animal." Frans De Waal would argue that neither of these familiar sides of humankind are unique to humanity. All apes exhibit startling levels of empathy, and not just with their own kind. At the same time, our closest cousins in the animal kingdom, chimpanzees and bonobos, can be as cruel as they are kind. De Waal divides his book into sections named Power, Sex, Violence, Kindness, and then talks about our own species as "The Bipolar Ape." Chimpanzees and bonobos have very different societies (bonobos are female dominant and generally less violent, using sex as a social, er, lubricant) but both are similar to us in many ways. Where do we fit in? Somewhere in the middle. Despite our species' unprecedented levels of complexity when it comes to communication and technology, there's very little motivating us that doesn't align perfectly with our fellow apes. But perhaps, by learning more about our place amongst our nearest animal relations, we can understand our own species better and hopefully bring out the best in ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-8967103483280421454?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/8967103483280421454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=8967103483280421454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8967103483280421454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/8967103483280421454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-inner-ape.html' title='Our Inner Ape'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-7267562607584423302</id><published>2008-06-07T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:23:19.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Conquered Your Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/How-I-Conquered-Your-Planet/dp/0975579940/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975579940.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by John Swartzwelder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find Swartzwelder's goofy-ass novels at your local Barnes &amp; Nobles. They're self-published, with bland covers and big type, and they're not exactly high literature. They are, however, written by the guy who wrote more Simpsons episodes than anyone else, and his brand of so-stupid-it's-genius comedy is immediately recognizable. There are so many laugh-out-loud moments in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How I Conquered Your Planet&lt;/span&gt; that I became the crazy guy on the bus, randomly bursting into mad giggles. Sorry, fellow bus riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absurd plot involves a bus driver / private eye named Frank Burly, who is not, shall we say, all that bright. When the Martians arrive, disguised as magicians, and work their mind-control upon him, Frank is recruited, against his flimsy will, into the Martian military. Most of this seems to be an excuse for Swartzwelder to brilliantly play with time-honored cliches in several genres. Not an easy book to recommend, but if you enjoy clever, absurdist, stoopid-funny writing, definitely check this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-7267562607584423302?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/7267562607584423302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=7267562607584423302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7267562607584423302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7267562607584423302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-i-conquered-your-planet.html' title='How I Conquered Your Planet'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-1327512648494380692</id><published>2008-06-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:43:11.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X Saves the World: How Generation X Got the Shaft but Can Still Keep Everything from Sucking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Saves-World-Generation-Everything-Sucking/dp/0670018589/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0670018589.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Jeff Gordinier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the media stops talking about something, does it cease to exist? How about something as big as a generation of Americans (albeit a small one)? How can we talk about members of Generation X "saving the world" when they think the whole concept is cliché and overblown? (And please don't call them "Generation X", that's so 90s.) Jeff Gordinier, after plenty of apologies about terminology and generalities, does somehow manage to show that Generation X, though permanently in the shadow of the Boomers and drowned out by the Gen Y/Millenials, is still in existence, and in fact, whether they like to talk about it or not, saving the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any book this jam-packed with generalities and personal anecdotes, of course, has to be taken with a grain of salt. But a lot of the writing was really brilliant, and I found the book encouraging and inspiring. With all the 24/7 hoopla about the wonderful continuing adventures of the Boomers, it's easy to forget that those of us who are, say, 31-48, have had a distinct and valid culture that's worth talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-1327512648494380692?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/1327512648494380692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=1327512648494380692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/1327512648494380692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/1327512648494380692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/x-saves-world-how-generation-x-got.html' title='X Saves the World: How Generation X Got the Shaft but Can Still Keep Everything from Sucking'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35749417.post-7102502607213448671</id><published>2008-06-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:11:01.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Brother-Cory-Doctorow/dp/0765319853/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0765319853.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Cory Doctorow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Young Adult technothriller, part polemic and part how-to, Cory Doctorow's latest novel was one of the most gripping page-turners I've read in a while. What happens when Marcus, a kid who loves to wrap his mind around solving puzzles (like, how do I sneak out of school when there are technologies in place surveilling my every move?) finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time after a terrorist attack, and ends up being questioned by the Department of Homeland Security? "Am I under arrest?" he asks, still under the impression that he has a constitutional right to speak to a lawyer. But no, he's definitely over his head. And when he's at last returned, shaken, to the streets, one of his friends remains in custody, possibly never to be seen again. And the DHS lets Marcus know he'll be watched. Marcus makes a vow that he's going to bring his friend back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Brother is one of those stories that feels just around the corner from today. We've all heard plenty of arguments about privacy vs. security, but, for many of us, it's easy to feel that, if we have nothing to hide, we're not going to spend a lot of time worrying about our freedoms being taken away. Doctorow shines a bright light into the problems with this thinking, and vividly illustrates what happens when national security stops serving us and becomes another form of terrorism. Buy it for yourself and any smart young people you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35749417-7102502607213448671?l=crunchygods.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/feeds/7102502607213448671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35749417&amp;postID=7102502607213448671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7102502607213448671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35749417/posts/default/7102502607213448671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crunchygods.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-brother.html' title='Little Brother'/><author><name>Joel Bass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08127400920112295407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08164456866889137046'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>