
A 9-day trip to Spain (followed by a solid week of jet lag) slowed down my reading this month, but a solid start and a decent finish meant that there are still a few books to review. Check them out below!

WALTER BENJAMIN AT THE DAIRY QUEEN by Larry McMurtry
In preparation for next month's read of the quintessential Texas classic, Lonesome Dove, I decided to dip my toe in the Larry McMurtry waters with this slim sort-of-memoir, where the author uses his life as a rancher's son, bookseller, and writer to convey truths about the nature of storytelling. Written with customary humility and straightforwardness, McMurtry connects the stories from his boyhood and his lifelong love of reading with the importance of story more broadly. Where literary critic Walter Benjamin once wrote about the demise of oral storytelling in the modern age, McMurtry is doing his part here to fight back that perceived cultural condition.
The book is a little rambling, not in the sense of going too long but in that it doesn't exactly follow a straight line. Nevertheless, the journey is an enjoyable one, and this is not a bad entry point for those unfamiliar with McMurtry's style (it's certainly one of his shortest books!) A worthy read for any Texan.

ON WRITING by Stephen King
This was my "read on trains" book during our family trip to Spain. Since this was a reread, my original review can be found here.

THE SUN ALSO RISES by Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway's first novel is widely considered his best. It employs the things people know best about him, from his love of bullfighting to his terse prose style, without reveling in them in the caricatured way he did later in his life. It is full of action, yet always feels quite and reflective. Like the best of Hemingway's work, it is emblematic of his "iceberg theory" of minimalist writing: there is much more happening beneath the surface than on the printed page.
The Sun Also Rises is the story of Jake Barnes, Brett Ashley, and other American expatriates living in Europe, stand-ins for the so-called "Lost Generation" which Hemingway himself, alongside other luminaries like F. Scott Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein, represented. In their time in France and Spain, they eat and drink and attend the bullfights in Pamplona, even as Jake pines for Lady Ashley while others try to woo her.
Yet the characterization and the prose, not the plot, are what make this novel special. This is the kind of book, at 250 pages of short, simple sentences, that you could easily fly through in a few days, but to do so would rob you of its riches. That's because this is a book that's meant to make you think as you read it, to sit in the tension and ponder what you're missing. In this tale of unrequited love and things left unsaid, it is up to you to fill in the gaps.
This is a deeply sad, aimless book, like the generation for which it spoke. But there is beauty to be found in the wandering, frustrating though it is. The haunting final line of the book puts it aptly, when Brett cries out to Jake that they could have had such a good time together. "Yes," says Jake. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

ESSENTIAL AVENGERS VOL. 7 by Steve Engelhart, Gerry Conway, George Pérez, Sal Buscema
This feels like a bridge volume, as Steve Engelhart's run comes to a close but Jim Shooter's has not yet fully begun. Much time is spent on the odd trio of the Vision, the Scarlet Witch, and the newly resurrected Wonder Man, along with Wondy's evil brother, the Grim Reaper. These tangled, soap operatic relationships are great for internal drama. Indeed, much of the storytelling in these issues is about the team's chemistry, so much so that in one issue Iron Man scolds the team for ignoring a distress call because they're too busy fighting amongst themselves.
The highlight of this mostly forgettable volume is undoubtedly the arrival of George Pérez on art. While it would still be a few issues before the reins were permanently handed to him, his debut issues are found here, and you can already feel the quality of the book rise when the pencil is in his hands. Pérez would go on, both in the 1970s and later in the 1990s, to be regarded as the best artist ever to draw this title.
For the most part, this book is standard Bronze Age fare, and largely inconsequential in terms of the title's lore. Breeze through it quickly, like I did, so you can get to the Jim Shooter-George Pérez issues to come in volumes 8 and 9.




