Famous Men, by Julie Buntin: Should Art, and Ourselves, Be Separated from Artist?

In Claire Dederer's whip-smart book, Monsters: A Fan's Dilemma, she ponders the difficult question about what we as consumers of art should do about the art created by terrible men. Should we always separate art from artist? Sometimes? When? How? If we do separate art from artist and consume the art of terrible men, can we still enjoy the art of these men with "biographical stains"? The answers are not universal and every person must carefully examine these questions for themselves -- often for each individual case (Roman Polanski? Woody Allen? Norman Mailer? Philip Roth? Etc, etc, etc -- there is no shortage of terrible famous men who made/make great art). 

In Julie Buntin's new novel Famous Men, she asks us to go even further; to ponder not just whether we should separate art from artist but whether we should separate ourselves from artists with whom we might have a personal relationship when we know they do deplorable things. 

Famous Men is a novel about nuance -- about sexual power dynamics, #Metoo, and mutually beneficial, symbiotic (transactional?) relationships that maybe aren't as anchored to equal ground as they might seem on the surface. And it's a novel about writing and art and learning to find your way on your own in a brutal world. 

Wilhelmina (Will, to her friends) grows up, fatherless (a key detail), in the small town of Greening, Michigan. The otherwise forgettable town's claim to fame is that it's the birthplace of famous writer Nathaniel Fellow. Will's mother works in the cafeteria of a fancy boarding school Nathaniel attended, and when teenage Will discovers the poetry Nathaniel wrote as a student at the school and evidence of an encounter between her mother and Nathaniel as young people, she becomes deeply interested in learning more. She moves to NYC and she writes and she manages to insinuate herself into Nathaniel's trust and spends the next decades of her life hunting truth -- about her life, about poetry and literature, about friendship. 

It's almost wearisome at this point to complain about the lost art of considering nuance in this hot-take culture. But this novel is a smack-in-the-face wake up call to remember there's always a story, context, and more than meets the eye behind what appears to be a simple issue. 

And my goodness, Julie Buntin is a magnetic writer! This is my first time reading her (her debut Marlena was a bookstore favorite a few years ago, but I never got to it) and I'm mesmerized by her detail and description. But she keeps us quickly moving, too.  

I really, really loved this novel. I picked this up on a whim based on this fantastic interview at the Chicago Review of Books. And it turns out to be a favorite of the year. But I need you to read this too and tell me what you think. I highly recommend you do! 

On Reading Dungeon Crawler Carl and Letting Your Geek Flag Fly

I am likely one of the nerdiest readers you know. I love long and stupidly complicated and sometimes really obscure (sometimes in public, even -- ugh, so performative😅) literary novels. So believe me when I tell you I'm in no position to turn my nose up in haughty dismissal at any book trend. 

But when the Dungeon Crawler Carl series became ubiquitous this summer, I thought, nah, not for me. No way would I, a person who has never played Dungeons & Dragons and hasn't touched a non-Mario Kart video game since grade school, possibly enjoy these books. I didn't even know what LitRPG meant. It sounded like a new club drug.

But...One way to talk yourself into reading the book du jour when you're not sure you'll like it but want to read for cultural literacy's sake is to plan to write about it. Motivation! 

So I recruited my bookseller colleague Adi Alsaid to do a Critics in Conversation piece with me at the Chicago Review of Books. In the piece, we discuss how we -- both of us primarily literary fiction readers -- talked ourselves into reading this book that's far outside both our comfort zones, Adi's experience with the audiobook, and whether Dungeon Crawler Carl is the beginning of a LitRPG trend. 

You can read that conversation by clicking this button.

But here's the spoiler: Yes, Dungeon Crawler Carl actually IS a good time. It's really goofy and a lot silly, but it moves as quickly as a book like this must. It is literally like reading a video game. I will say, even through about the first 200 pages, I still wasn't sure what the hype was about and WAS sure this wasn't for me. But by the second half of this first novel in a planned 10-novel series, the actual plot starts to take shape (as opposed to the somewhat repetitiveness of fighting monsters and collecting prizes and learning about the rules), the stakes are raised (beyond just dude and his talking cat need to survive), and I got swept up in the story. 

So yes, to distill it to its essence, Dungeon Crawler Carl is just a lot of fun. A sugary and geeky piece of brain candy. And no, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. 

Under Story, by Chloe Benjamin: An Ambitious Deep-Dive Into the Natural World(s)

I can assure you this: Even if you don’t enjoy every page or plotline of Under Story, Chloe Benjamin's new 500+ page epic, you WILL be wow’ed by it as an ambitious feat of storytelling and imagination.

It’s like if Blake Crouch (Dark Matter specifically) met Richard Powers and they had a joint fever dream about The Time-Traveler’s Wife or Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life.

The story is about a Madison, Wisconsin woman named Laurel, a former mycologist, who, reeling from a divorce, signs onto kitchen duty at a research base called McMurdo in Antarctica. For the first 200 pages or so, we watch Laurel fit into the day-to-day and slowly learn about her backstory relationship with a dude named Eli, a physicist, who she met in high school. That's the setup and it big-bang-explodes from there -- not just plotwise, but this novel is teeming with life; asides about physics, mushrooms, the natural world, consciousness, the spark of inspiration, the need for connection, and so much more. 

Within the first 20 pages, I knew I was in the hands of a talented and engaging writer who was going to tell me a story I wouldn’t soon forget. And I wasn't wrong. In this wonderful piece at the Chicago Review of Books, writer Rowan Beaird sets up her interview with Benjamin by describing the novel as "immersive," like the novels we stayed up past our bedtimes to read when we were kids. And that feels like the perfect description for this book. 

But.

In the back half of the story (which I can't tell you about without spoiling the major plot hinge, though I can tell you this is speculative fiction, so things get weird), we spend a lot of time learning new "rules" (which, if you’re a “guy in my MFA”-type reader, and you spend just a little time thinking about, you can probably poke some pretty big plot holes here). And we get a little bogged down. So I think here the storytelling becomes almost too big of a swing and the novel nearly collapses under the weight of its own ambition. You know me, I love long novels. But perhaps some judicious trimming might've speeded things along a little. 

Still.

Even as we slow a bit, you cannot stop turning these pages. You NEED to know how this winds up. These characters are so compelling and so beautifully human. 

So I say don't let the fact that this novel's not perfect get in the way of the fact that it's very good -- and I think some readers will forgive its "sins" more readily than I did. I enjoyed my time with it, for sure. And I'm truly in awe of the craft and imagination it must've taken to pull this off as well as she did. 

If You Haven't Already, Trying Reading a Joe Meno Novel...Or Two...Or Maybe These Three

To celebrate its 10th anniversary, the Chicago Review of Books is running a series titled The New Chicago Renaissance. Here's how editor-in-chief Michael Welch describes the series: "The New Chicago Renaissance series revisits exemplary works of literature about Chicago from the last 10 years and explores their continued relevance. Join us all year long as 12 leading writers and artists explore books that they love and why they’re meaningful to our understanding of modern Chicago.

So far, the series has included essays by writers like Rebecca Makkai (on Toya Wolfe's Last Summer on State Street) and Nathan Hill (on Halle Butler's The New Me), just to name a few. 

This week, I got to add my own entry. I wrote about Joe Meno's trilogy of coming-of-age Chicago novels -- Hairstyles of the Damned, Office Girl, and Book of Extraordinary Tragedies.

If you've never read Joe Meno, please, stop what you're doing, and fix that. My recommendation is to start with Office Girl -- it's such a beautiful (and subtly funny) novel about art and love and figuring out how to fit into the world. It's a novel that literally changed my life; a book I deeply love. 

If you're so inclined, swing over to the Chicago Review of Books and check out the piece. Honestly, it's my favorite thing I've written this year, and it was such a privilege to get to contribute to this amazing series. 

Here's a brief excerpt:

Jack and Odile in Office Girl. Brian Oswald in Hairstyles. Aleks in Extraordinary Tragedies. All of these characters are searching for what’s real through art, just as Joe Meno himself is doing with these novels, just as I did as a new Chicagoan. These novels explore the fictional authentic—and if you’ll buy the idea that nothing is more real than fiction, then what these novels are really doing is mining the truth of what it’s like to be young and creating and being part of a grand Chicago tradition.

On "Performative" Reading and The Brothers Karamazov

Apparently, it's the Summer of Dostoyevsky! So, happy Hot Fyodor Summer, to all who celebrate. I don't claim to understand weird book trends, and because I'm not on TikTok (gasp! I know, I know.), when something like this happens, I just assume the kids are TikkyTokking about it and that's the explanation. (See the bizarre chicken caesar wrap trend from a few years ago. Except in this case, Dostoyevsky would be a VERY weird TikTok trend. So I'm flummoxed. But I digress...) 

Anyway, apparently everybody is reading The Brothers Karamazov. And so I did too. And I loved it! It's soapy and dramatic, and up until about the last 100 pages when we get a little bogged down with Dmitri's trial, there isn't a whole lot of drag.

Even the philosophical/theological bits -- most notably The Grand Inquisitor chapter, perhaps the most famous part of the novel -- are really interesting if you are caffeinated enough and give yourself the time to think through the arguments. 

If you're not familiar, The Grand Inquisitor chapter is basically a story one of the brothers (Ivan) concocts and tells another (Alyosha) about a bishop mansplaining to Jesus that he actually really fucked everything up, everything he did was wrong, and here are all the reason why. And to me that's hilarious! It reminds me of one of my favorite jokes (which I'm pretty sure I've relayed here before, so just bear with me if you've already heard it): It's 2021 and two MAGA dudes die and go to heaven (for some reason). St. Peter asks them if there is anything they'd like to know the truth about right away. One guy asks, "Yeah, who ACTUALLY won the 2020 election?" St. Peter says, "Joe Biden." The MAGA guy turns to his buddy says, "Oof, this conspiracy goes even higher than I thought."  

(Pause for laughter😎 )

Anyway, I'm glad I read this novel at a time when a lot of other people were too. It was fun to discuss online, and in one memorable case, in person.

Which brings me to what I really want to write about here. About a month into reading this book, I brought it with me to a coffee shop on a Sunday afternoon. This resulted in this Note on Substack that would end up going slightly-mini-viral.

I don't understand why this pithy snippet struck such a nerve (or how Substack's algorithm works), but it's still getting views and likes more than a month later. What's crazy about this, though, is not how many people saw it, but rather the several comments accusing me of "performative reading." Wait, what?!

Let me back up: What I assume they mean is that I either wasn't ACTUALY reading this novel, or if I was, I was just reading it to show off. (Neither of which are remotely true, of course.) Now, I know trolls gonna troll and when a lot of people see something on the internet, it just increases the odds more jerkass people are going to see it, too.

But, "performative" reading? What the hell, man?

I've heard mention of this so-called "performative reader," but I assume this is just internet people making noise -- conjuring a thing that doesn't actually exist in the real world. 

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm dwelling in a little bubble here and not fully understanding what's happening in the larger world. But my tiny GenX brain can't really grasp the notion of a performative reader in the first place. What's the fucking point? 

Two of my favorite pieces debunking the notion of the performative reader are by writer John Paul Bremmer here and Jason Diamond here. Both are essay-length eyerolls basically arguing that this whole idea is a made-up nonissue. (Quick note: Apparently there is a difference between a performative reader and a performative male, of which being a performative reader is just a small part. What a world.)

And now here's the rub: Accusing someone of performative reading says more about the accuser than it does about the reader. Like that person can't fathom that someone would actually enjoy reading a book they don't think they would. And therefore, it must be performative, not authentic. It must be an affectation, a show-off. This is dumb, or to quote David Foster Wallace (apparently the patron saint of the performative reader), "so stupid it practically drools." Indeed, accusing someone else of performative reading is itself performative!

Anyway, I'm not letting it bother me. I just think it's odd. Like I said, trolls gonna troll. But this whole thing was quite the eye-opening experience. 

The main point, as always, is this: Read what you want, when you want, and where you want. Read and let read. And when in doubt, don't be a jerk. It's really not that tough to not be a jerk.