Sunday, June 26, 2011

I'll have what she's having

Hello and welcome readers. So, here's the deal: I have never been a fan of what most people refer to as "beach reads". You know, those books that take about one afternoon to finish that read like a bad episode of an overrated, yet wildly popular TV sitcom; shows like 7th Heaven or Grey's Anatomy, in particular, are shining examples. Days ago I would have easily dubbed Chelsea Handler's Are you there, vodka? It's me, Chelsea a "beach read". Something simple, pedestrian, and perhaps more entertaining than witty. I was wrong; the book snob in me was completely shut down and rightly so.

Are you there, vodka? It's me, Chelsea is a collection of personal essays in which Handler's sexual escapades, drunken mistakes, and family drama are recorded. While each essay is as absurd as it is crude, Handler deviates from your run of the mill comedian by keeping it personal; she doesn't take cheap shots at anyone but herself . . . well, most of the time. 



The book spans across Handler's life by first introducing us readers to a 9-year old Handler who, in an effort to no longer be deemed a loser (which she blames on her father's 1967 banana yellow Yugo), informs her 3rd grade class that she and Goldie Hawn are working on Private Benjamin 2 together (which doesn't exist). Tales from her teenage years follow next where babysitting ventures turn awry until Handler neatly leads us to her present day shenanigans. While there are some particularly amusing pieces about Chelsea's overweight, cheapskate dad (whom she affectionately calls "Sugar Tits"), her time in jail after a DUI, and a Japanese massage gone wrong, my own personal favorite was the tale of "Big Red". 

"Along with 97% of women who can see, I have never been a fan of redheaded men," said Handler. That is, until she meets Austin. "I liked his body instantly, but his head was a different story. 'How,' I wanted to ask, 'could you think that a bright orange Afro was acceptable?' It looked like he had gone bobbing for apples in a barrel filled with Fanta orange soda." While Handler's romance with "Big Red" doesn't last long, reading the string of puns, offhand remarks, and sarcastic punches was pure entertainment. In many ways, her essay on "Big Red" and his "Hawaiian punch head"  confirms her knack as a storyteller and a comedian.


It is also worth noting that Handler's book was so popular that NBC is making a sitcom based on the essays set to be released in Fall 2011. Yeah, it's true. All I will say on the subject is that it is this reader's experience that movies/television/miniseries, etc. based on a book are never as good. That's right, never; case in point: the Harry Potter series.




So dear readers, if you enjoy anecdotes on the perils of having your boyfriend dog sit, the necessity of re-gifting, and vacationing in Costa Rica with your dad, this is the perfect fit for you. Handler convinced this reader to re-think the application of that heinous term "beach read", so challenge yourself fellow readers. Curl up with a bottle of Ketel One and enjoy.

Currently reading: 


#1 Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danielewski  


#2 The  Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte 











Thursday, June 16, 2011

Pilot

I'm Abbey and I’m a reader. Now, like many readers I have the nasty habit of sometimes limiting myself to the same genre (fiction, especially Brit lit). This makes me a bad reader, so I have devised a cure: to blog. The Book Borrower will serve as a record of my steady rehabilitation back into all genres of books: fiction, non-fiction, poetry, essays, short stories, and every other manner of text [1] imaginable. All the books I will discuss and review will only be texts that have been recommended to me, borrowed, or have serendipitously crossed my path.

Books are made to be borrowed, shared, and discussed. I want this blog to a be a forum for all readers; a forum to revel in what it means to experience text. So please, criticize, celebrate, or comment. This is my your our blog, and with each new post, book recommendation, hyperlink, etc. the blog evolves. Text is [insert adjective here], so play with it.

To business: I am currently reading 2 books. One is a tortuously dense and convoluted read, while the other is a tad bit lighter in content and form. While I usually don't condone double-dipping, it is for obvious health and wellness purposes. We readers need a light fling on the side every now and again to keep things from becoming too serious. Not to mention, I needed a pool side read. 


Book #2  Are you there, vodka? It's me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler


I'll leave it up to you, dear readers, to distinguish which book is the slightly less "dense".

The next post will be my first review, so stay tuned folks.
HINT: I will review the more marry merry of the 2 texts.
 
'til next time, to-da-loo readers. 

[1] late 14c., "wording of anything written," from O.Fr. texte , O.N.Fr. tixte  (12c.), from M.L. textus  "the Scriptures, text, treatise," in L.L. "written account, content, characters used in a document," from L. textus  "style or texture of a work," lit. "thing woven," from pp. stem of texere  "to weave," from PIE base *tek-  "make" (see texture).