Tuesday, January 03, 2012

"Wonder Woman: Love and Murder" by Jodi Picoult, et al

I've been a Wonder Woman (and Batman) fan forever but haven't really read the series regularly since I was fifteen (?) Imagine my surprise in seeing the latest Wonder Woman ... written by Jodi Picoult!?!? I simply had to read it. First of all, Wonder Woman has gotten a lot, um, bulkier since my day. In many of the frames she looks seriously like a weight-lifter in need of a steroid intervention. Even her bosoms, always generous in the past, seem so large that they might knock over objects in her way. The suit has changed as well, now being so hi-cut that one is grateful for bikini waxes -- although a bit of butt-cheek is clearly visible when our hero is viewed from the rear (pun intended). None of these modifications were improvements, IMHO, but the storyline was ... interesting. The combo of Jodi Picoult and Wonder Woman was not as odd as one might think. The award-winning Ms. Picoult layers her women in all the complexity that we carry and clearly likes a strong feminine ideal. She brings to Wonder Woman that struggle -- how to be a woman with desires yet be a person with more responsibility (aka duty) than she cares for. In Jodi's own words (there is a nice introduction) this is a Wonder Woman who feels, and questions, and wants. Adding in the obligatory mother-angst of a Picoult novel (the author claims she gets along with her mom very well...yeah, right...) and you get a super-hero that thinks as much as they fight (and sometimes does both at the same time). Personally, I liked it. Kind of like the Highlander TV show, where they have philosophical musings about the meaning of life for a good half-hour before they chop someone's head off, this is a story for the long-haul. How does Wonder Woman continue being Wonder Woman when the "woman" inside her is conflicted? With a good dose of dry, ironic humor, I found this an easy read and a nice addition to the Wonder Woman lore. With a killer cliff-hangar (pun sort-of intended) there is lots of fodder for the next book. Who will write that one? Dan Brown? Judy Blume? James Patterson? (he writes everything under the sun anyway) In any case, it was a nice return after a long absence.

"The Wise Man's Fear" by Patrick Rothfuss

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It is rare that I have an entire week to curl up with a cup of cocoa and a book "just for me." The holidays provided such a treat in this delightful sequel to "The Name of the Wind." Another fan of the books dismissed this as an "expected second novel." I would disagree. Of course, you have the events one would assume in this bildungsroman (isn't it nice to use a big word now and then?) Without giving much away, I can tell you that Kvothe leaves the comfort of the University for the wide world, having adventures that help him grow from boy to man; but the tone was more personal and engaging for me. Since I now knew the context, I was able to just dive right in. The novel has the same rich storytelling that made the first book so gripping. There are stories within stories (within stories), all with a remarkably Irish feel (Mr. Rothfuss lives in Wisconsin) that draw me in as a reader and let me see a world so real I feel like I am inside it. There is also darkness and violence. Rothfuss doesn't gloss over the hard stuff but he doesn't revel in it, either, relating one battle in a dry, matter-of-fact tone almost more chilling than something told with brimming emotion. Despite its nearly 1,000 pages of teeny text, I was sad to see it end. I suspect the third book (not even hinted at for title or publishing date) will be even harder to read, as the portents are not good for all of this to end happily. On the other hand, this is a tale extremely well-told, and that makes it downright delectable.