by Alison Bechdel

This was fun, and the goats were cute.

by Ben Brooks

Possible spoilers. There were times I thought this book was going to devolve into chick lit territory — intelligent young woman in abusive relationship! bambina ex macchina! precocious little kid! uncompelling characters, bad choices… but it really didn’t end up there. The abusive relationship is abruptly ended in a glorious bit of turn-around. The bambina ex macchina isn’t so precocious you want to wring her little neck. The bad choices are shown to be for not-always-bad reasons in the end.

I honestly did love these characters, starting with Yara, the wife. I loved that she was deeply flawed. I loved her dimwitted second husband who proved himself to be “more than” what everyone saw, as Yara put it. I loved drughead Emil. Arthur, the driver of the plot, with his blow-on-the-head epiphany, was harder to love; because we got no picture of who he really was before the accident, and no sense of how his life change was really due to ‘brain damage’, literally or not. Evangeline, the daughter, is maybe last on my list of appreciation, due to her choices, but she was not a character I disliked overall, and I think she made good in the end. But one quibble with the writing was that it was hard to reconcile college-age Evangeline with the high school girl of just pages earlier. I’d say she’s the character I really had the most trouble with.

by Charles Murray

What it sounds like. But not just about taking religion seriously, but about taking the Christian gospels seriously. Everything very carefully hedged and presented from the perspective of a scientific mind. Recommended.

by J. Stone

The impact of the entrance of women in droves into the workforce, tipping the 50/50 balance of men-to-women in many industries starting in the 1980s, is hard to overstate. The viral video by Helen Andrews, “Overcoming the Feminization of Culture”, was brief, and the subject deserves a full and fair treatment. The treatment we are given here is neither.

by Philip Shenon

Papal biography through the lens of Vatican II. John XXIII is the hero it’s impossible not to love. His anti-hero is Cardinal Alfredo Ottaviani, who reminded me of the Bad Cardinal in CONCLAVE. That movie floated through my mind frequently during this book.

I was occasionally zoning out over a lot of the details over 500 pages – the Vatican fights, the bios of minor players, all the sex abuse scandals and all the Latin American drama.

I had no idea how close we were to having the Church approving the use of birth control! And I had no idea what a wimpy and fearful and anti-reform personality Paul VI was – the first pope of my lifetime, from 1963-1978.

One thing I appreciated about the structure of the book was how every pope’s life story was jumbled together chronologically – you learned all about Ratzinger and Wojtyla through the years of Vatican II while it was happening, for example; instead of just taking each pope in a vacuum getting his own section. I liked instead how this showed the flow of history and provided a lot of background of the popes before they were popes, situated within their times.

And boy, Paul VI was bad, but John Paul II was a real horror show in this book. I kept flashing back to something a girl said in one of my high school religion classes – this was the 80s – “He wants to take the church BACKWARD instead of forward; he won’t even HEAR about women in the priesthood – I think he’s one of the worst popes we’ve ever had!” You didn’t come out and say this in religion class at my school… but the more I read about him, the more I thought, “Damn, you were right, Kerry!”

Unfortunately, John XXIII and the forward-looking hopes of Vatican II end up feeling like the aberration over recent history, rather than the other way around. The author has an agenda – this is not simply a book of papal biography, but a narrative about our loss when we lost John XXIII and what the Church could have been. He never makes this parallel, but I was certain thinking about JFK, who died within months of John XXIII, and also took with him the possibility of a much different course of history that we will never know the extent of.

Bergoglio (Francis I) was interesting. His humility was irresistible. Ratzinger (Benedict) was also interesting in how his reform-mindedness in youth turned to fear and shutting down of dissent during his papacy – interesting, but not likeable. There was a LOT about Ratzinger here. I was much more interested whenever we turned to Bergoglio. Guess I put Francis I as my ‘favorite’ pope since John XXIII. But the book ended during his reign and didn’t cover our Leo. Who knows what his papacy may hold? We may get birth control yet?

by Kingsley Amis

I picked up this book on someone’s recommendation and because I’m interested in sexual mores before the big revolution of the 60s. This book, published in 1960, was eye-opening.

Jenny is a pretty 20-year-old, away from her hometown for the first time, that men literally cannot stop throwing themselves at (despite her bust being only 34 inches, so she must have been QUITE a looker). It goes to show how horrible it must have been for a pretty girl back in the day when men could just make passes at you, and if anyone looked askance, it was to blame you.

The whole story was something like a train wreck I couldn’t look away from. On various levels, it was nothing less than horrible; yet I was dying to know, “Will they or won’t they!?”. The characters were almost all dislikeable. I only liked Jenny and – of course – Julian. Not coincidentally, Julian was the only man in the book that DIDN’T bodily throw himself at Jenny. Patrick Standish, her love interest, was a monster who just kept getting worse. I kept thinking, “he can’t possibly sink any lower”, and finding out that he actually could.

The book is humorous, in a way. But the many passages aiming for humor just, almost, never quite, managed to hit the mark, exactly.

by Steven Strogatz

A fun little book that explains various math concepts in crystal-clear language. My favorite was the derivation of the quadratic formula.

by David Mitchell

Utopia Avenue is a fictional late 1960s ensemble rock group. The band has no leader, and similarly, the book seems designed to have no main character – sort of. Bassist Dean really is kinda the leader of the band, and similarly, he really is kinda the main character, getting a bit more page space and depth of character than keyboardist Elf, guitarist Jasper, and drummer Griff. Still, we do get separate story arcs for each band member.

Jasper was the most compelling to me. He’s fighting schizophrenia and you really want to see him turn out OK. Much more seems on the line here than with Elf’s subplot of sexual discovery, and Dean’s woebegone travails of being a schlemiel. Griff’s plot twist was telegraphed way too far in advance.

But who doesn’t want to spend time in the psychedelic heyday of rock’s adolescence? I couldn’t possibly give this a bad review.

by Philippe Margotin & Jean-Michel Guesdon

The authors are at their strongest when identifying who played on what track, and exactly what instrument they were playing. Did you know Charlie Watts played a “Gretsch kit”? He most certainly did. You’re reminded of that every other page.

They’re at their weakest in understanding lyrics. They were constantly just slightly, or entirely, missing the mark. For example, “Hang Fire” off TATTOO YOU was not exactly an indictment of Thatcherite economics. It was more an indictment of lazy people, a feeling which Mick would explore more explicitly a few years later in “Let’s Work”. But hey I could be wrong.

The best parts were often when I’d go back and put the CD on to a certain minute mark where the authors had pointed out a flub. What incredible ears they must have – usually I could barely even hear what they were talking about. But particularly on the early tracks, it was often amusingly obvious. The book was worth the price of admission for expounding on the way Keith’s fuzz guitar comes in a note late on the second refrain of “Satisfaction.” I had always noticed that, even as a wee tot, and I always really liked the effect. Now I know that he was late turning on the fuzz pedal, which he turned on for the refrains and off for the verses! And for the third refrain, he’s a note or two too soon, though that’s less noticeable.

by Ann Napolitano

The story had a very slow, rather dull start. I found myself at first disliking Julia and pitying William; soon I was finding Julia to be a little too much like myself. Too bad she was portrayed as a semi-monster by the end. Noteworthy: A family of six Italians, and nobody cooks?? All the sisterly love was very wearing; reading about extremely close families like this always leaves me feeling smothered. These were definitely storybook people in storybook relationships. By the end, I was just skimming; I didn’t care, and did not enjoy the story. I was glad when I was finally free.