I read WhereI'm Calling From by Raymond Carver, and it's a good book. The stories are
packed full of little diamonds of crushingly-great prose, and the characters
are compelling and sad. But the overall style/approach (drunk and hopeful and
sad middle America) is so common now that it's hard for me to appreciate what
was once unique about the stories.
In any case,
I want to use the book as an excuse to talk about something else I've been noodling
over: books and dudes!
Where I'm
Calling From is sort of a "Greatest Hits" book of Carver's stories,
but his most famous is What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. It contains
the famous title story, put Carver on the literary map in the 80s, and inspired a generation of short stories about drunk husbands sitting around their houses.
It's also the first
book in this Esquire article called 75 Books Every Man Should Read.
I really
like this list. It's a serious list. There are good books on it. I don't
remember where I first saw it--Facebook or something--but, I remember that either the
person linking to the list or the folks in the comments afterward or both were at least a
little bit upset over the idea. They didn't like that the list singled out
men. "I'm a woman, and I can read Cormac McCarthy!" said one person,
maybe. Those kinds of comments made me very :-( at the time!*
There are a
couple of ways to understand recommending a list of books to "Men"
rather than "Everyone." You could think of it as exclusive--"No
chicks allowed, bro!"
Or you
could think of it in another way.
I worry
sometimes about the state of young men in America. We've rejected (rightly!) a long
history of What-it-means-to-be-a-man because it's been oppressive and sexist and gross. Men
got it wrong for a long time. Don Draper is not a cool dude.
But we've
replaced it with... nothing, for the most part! There is no coherent narrative
for the modern American Male.
I'll say
that again, because I've said this to people a couple of times before and they
usually get kind of quiet and awkward, which makes me worried that it's either
nonsense or somehow offensive. But here we go: There is no coherent narrative
for the modern American Male.
We are video
game players and beer drinkers, Family-Guy-watchers and Taco-Bell-eaters. To be
ambitious in your career is to be a kids-movie villain. To be a family man is to be un-cool and impotent.
We're left with the slacker-hero as role model.
Defining a
list of books like that (a list of serious, difficult books full of important intellectual
and emotional truths) for men is--in a small way--an attempt to carve out a
little something more for us. It's to say that being a man can mean being
artistic and serious, can require intellectual perseverance and ambition.
The truth is
that one of the reasons that I'm attracted to books and reading and writing and all this stuff is
that it informs my sense of masculinity. I know, I know!--the gender
stereotypes equate math and sciences with dudes, and humanities with ladies.
But when I look back on American fiction, I see mostly men.** I see industrious,
strong, perceptive, sensitive, ambitious men.
And the
Esquire list draws on those qualities. Someone clearly (to me) put a lot of
thought into the selection of the books.
To say that
there are no such things as books "for Men," is to say what our
culture sometimes says now: There is no such thing as a male experience.
That's what
makes me so :-(. I think there is a male experience. Or, to be more specific, I think we
can talk about a male experience without it just being sexist or gross or
anything like Tucker Max. In the same way that I can enjoy The Awakening or A Room of One's Own, while understanding that it probably contains things that
appeal particularly to many women, there may just be such a thing as art and literature
that deals with what it's like to be a dude.
And that may
be OK.
To summarize:
Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From. Pretty good????
*Or, if not :-(, at least pretty :-/.
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I also read...
Foundation
by Issac Asimov: Loved it!
Hunger Games
by Suzanne Collins: Disappointed!
Wasn't very good!
love it. love your insights and observations. i am proud to be your friend. you inspire me.
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