{"id":1085,"date":"2015-08-26T12:41:20","date_gmt":"2015-08-26T10:41:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.uab.cat\/saramartinalegre\/?p=1085"},"modified":"2015-08-26T12:41:20","modified_gmt":"2015-08-26T10:41:20","slug":"dud-books-and-why-writers-produce-them","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/webs.uab.cat\/saramartinalegre\/2015\/08\/26\/dud-books-and-why-writers-produce-them\/","title":{"rendered":"<strong>DUD BOOKS (AND WHY WRITERS PRODUCE THEM) <\/strong>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have recently come across a good number of dud books. In this category I include a) books which I end up abandoning, despite my good will to read them; b) books which I read to the end, often skimming and with great impatience, hoping against all hope that they improve towards the end. By \u2018books\u2019 I really mean \u2018novels\u2019 here. The common denominator of all these novels is that I have chosen them because of the hype surrounding them often in connection with an award. These are novels I very much wanted to read.<\/p>\n<p>Just for you to see that I have tried all kinds, three of the most egregious duds have turned out to be: 1) <em>En la orilla<\/em> by the late Rafael Chirbes (Premio Nacional de Narrativa, 2014), 2) Richard Flanagan\u2019s <em>The Narrow Road into the Deep North<\/em> (Man Booker Prize 2014) and 3) Robert J. Sawyer\u2019s <em>Hominids<\/em>, first in the Neanderthal Parallax trilogy (Hugo Award Winner, 2003). <\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s wrong with them? <em>En la orilla<\/em> suffers from the typical problem of Spanish literary narrative: the need to produce artistic prose eats up the need to give each character a realistic voice\u2013if they\u2019re low-class, they cannot speak as a literary author writes. I abandoned it on page 60. Chirbes died a few days later, and you can\u2019t believe to understand how guilty I feel about giving up on him. It took me a little longer to abandon Flanagan\u2019s novel, say 100 pages. The problem? Well, if you\u2019re telling a harrowing story about Australian POWs in Burma during WWII (yes, building the same railway line featured in <em>Bridge over River Kwai<\/em>), why interleave it with the trite story of a pathetic adulterous affair? I don\u2019t care if both deal with the same protagonist\u2013stick to your topic, write separate novels if you have two stories to tell. <\/p>\n<p>In <em>Hominids<\/em> Sawyer tries hard to imagine what a civilization with Neanderthals as the surviving human species instead of Homo Sapiens would have been like. My! This is a thrilling topic, I thought. Yet, I hated the story because quite early in the novel Sawyer has the female protagonist endure a horrific rape, for no justified narrative reason, except that this terrible attack puts her off sex with the Neanderthal male lead (at least she finds the energy to comment mentally on the size of the bulky man\u2019s member\u2026 before the whole thing starts leaning towards formulaic romance). As many readers write in their reviews these days \u2018Meh\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>A \u2018dud\u2019 is something that does not work properly. In the many WWI novels I have read, soldiers are happy when a shell thrown at them turns out to be a dud, but that\u2019s the only circumstance in which duds are welcome. A Google search throws up two other meanings of \u2018dud books\u2019 I had not considered: a) books printed incorrectly (really?) and b) a category of bizarre books which has generated its own cult. An oldish article in <em>The Telegraph<\/em> refers to dud books as \u201ctruly awful books that you can\u2019t put down\u201d (http:\/\/<a href=\"http:\/\/www.telegraph.co.uk\/culture\/3656400\/The-insider.html\">www.telegraph.co.uk\/culture\/3656400\/The-insider.html<\/a>). The author, Brian Lake, explains that the furore over \u2018dub books\u2019 started back in 1982, \u201cwhen antiquarian booksellers were encouraged to display their \u2018Dud Books of All Time\u2019 at a book fair in York\u201d, running from the \u201cunsaleable\u201d to the \u201cvery funny\u201d. One example will do: <em>The Romance of Leprosy<\/em> (1949). Now, the \u2018dud books\u2019 I refer to here have sold well, are not funny and are the opposite of a page-turner. As Miss Mouse  writes in Twitter, \u201cAfter a couple of dud books I&#8217;m happily immersed in a can&#8217;t-put-down-to-do-something-else one\u201d. Precisely.<\/p>\n<p>Now, a book I have swallowed whole in one sitting is Miguel Dalmau and Rom\u00e1n Pi\u00f1a Valls\u2019 joint effort, <em>La mala puta: R\u00e9quiem por la Literatura Espa\u00f1ola<\/em> (Sloper, 2014). Hemingway, the authors tell us, was the misogynist who originally called Spanish Literature a bitch and there is certainly plenty of misogyny in Dalmau\u2019s segment of the essay, which seems to forget that, apart from smothering agents and adoring wives, the world of Literature has women writers in it. To be 100% honest, he does say at one point that the women writers who are serious about their literary aspirations are braver than the men, but he leaves it at that. Anyway, I digress. <\/p>\n<p>Reading this acid denunciation of the sorry state of national Spanish Literature, I realized I had forgotten about a fourth \u2018dud book\u2019 category: the unpublished book. Michael Chabon tells in <em>Manhood for Amateurs<\/em> how after writing his first novel, <em>The Mysteries of Pittsburgh<\/em>, he embarked on a gigantic novel which he had to abandon eventually\u2013this dud book featured prominently in his delicious <em>Wonder Boys<\/em> as the novel that Grady, the protagonist writer, can never control. Dalmau has a much bitter experience to tell. He was about to publish a biography of Argentinean writer Julio Cort\u00e1zar when, mysteriously, the late author\u2019s agents, Carme Balcells\u2019 Agency, withdrew her permission to use any quotations from Cort\u00e1zar\u2019s books (see http:\/\/<a href=\"http:\/\/www.elmundo.es\/cultura\/2014\/12\/08\/5481b1c8e2704e72268b4591.html\">www.elmundo.es\/cultura\/2014\/12\/08\/5481b1c8e2704e72268b4591.html<\/a>). Apparently Cort\u00e1zar\u2019s widow just didn\u2019t want this particular biography published.<\/p>\n<p>Dalmau and Pi\u00f1a have many controversial points to raise about how the Spanish publishing industry burns the budding talent of new writers and how insidious marketing techniques are destroying the literary tastes of readers. I do recommend you to read the whole book. I\u2019ll highlight here just one of Dalmau\u2019s most provocative claims: the idea that writers have lost all ambition to produce work aesthetically bold, that is to say, to produce a literary masterpiece. Writers complain, Dalmau notes, that they are not rich and famous enough (em, or culturally relevant) but they never consider why there is no masterpiece among their works. Dalmau insists that writers lead a too sedate life to produce masterpieces (yes, he is of the Hemingway persuasion&#8230;) but just consider Emily Bront\u00eb or Emily Dickinson and you\u2019ll see how literary ambition has nothing to do with living la vida loca.<\/p>\n<p>How\u2019s this connected with dud books? Here\u2019s my thesis: dud books are the result of this lack of literary ambition. Counterarguments: Chirbes was ambitious and the guys in the Ministerio de Cultura who awarded him the \u2018Nacional\u2019 were acknowledging that (supposedly). Well, yes, but here in Spain the problem is that there are no longer critics offering negative reviews\u2013somebody says \u2018this is good Literature\u2019 and the rest meekly follow. Readers count for nothing. Second: does this apply to Sawyer, as well, who is not working within a genre which values literary prose? Yes it does because science fiction is far more literary than you would believe and also a genre that attracts writers keen on outstripping the rest regarding the power of their imagination. How about the Man Booker Prize? Well, Flanagan\u2019s novel is the kind which prompts the ugly question: \u201cHow could they award such an important prize to this&#8230; dud?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dud books respond to the culture of \u2018making do\u2019 (in Spanish \u2018si cuela, cuela\u2019). If you start lowering standards because you want to build a book market which succeeds financially even if it fails artistically (no matter the genre), writers stop making an effort. Those who do make an effort get no reward, either material or critical (most critics work for the same companies publishing the books, see my post on Ricard Ruiz Garz\u00f3n), and either are pushed out or abandon themselves the literary field, often with great bitterness. Dalmau and Pi\u00f1a insist that the equivalents of, say, Borges and Steinbeck, exist today but first, they are not the big names you\u2019re thinking of and second, they probably work in total obscurity, which is why they will never produce a masterpiece.<\/p>\n<p>There is another kind of dud book (sixth category?): call it the \u2018cute bad novel\u2019 (do I mean the \u2018cookie-cutter novel\u2019?). Take Christina Baker Kline\u2019s <em>Orphan Train<\/em>, 4.5 stars on Amazon.com awarded by more than 16.000 voters\u2013only 1% think this is a dud. Kline is a professional writer with a number of books under her belt and a nice list of awards and distinctions. She has a terrific subject, so far little known: how American charities shipped for decades East Coast orphans to the Midwest for adoption since there was no official system in place to take care of them. Needless to say, many of the \u2018train orphans\u2019 endured very unhappy experiences of abuse and exploitation. Kline claims to have done extensive research for her novel, focused on Niamh, an imaginary Irish girl adopted in the late 1920s. Yet, she chooses to endorse <em>Orphan Train<\/em> in her own website with a quote from fellow author, Ann Packer, which describes it as \u201cA lovely novel about the search for family that also happens to illuminate a fascinating and forgotten chapter of American history\u201d. \u2018Lovely\u2019, or \u2018cute\u2019, or \u2018nice\u2019, or \u2018pretty\u2019 is not want you want to call an ambitious novel. Why? Because it smacks of superficiality, and this is what Kline\u2019s book is: superficial. I just wished I had read a non-fiction book about the very attractive subject.<\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, I already know that my next novel, Neal Stephenson\u2019s new work <em>Seveneves<\/em> is a dud. Yet I stick by him, hoping he\u2019ll publish again something as ambitious as his crazy trilogy <em>The Baroque Cycle<\/em>. Bracing myself for disappointment, then&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Comments are very welcome! (Thanks!) Just remember that I check them for spam; it might take a few days for yours to be available. Follow on Twitter the blog updates: @SaraMartinUAB. See my publications and activities on my personal web  http:\/\/gent.uab.cat\/saramartinalegre\/<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have recently come across a good number of dud books. In this category I include a) books which I end up abandoning, despite my good will to read them; b) books which I read to the end, often skimming and with great impatience, hoping against all hope that they improve towards the end. 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