About the New Canon

About 50 years ago, a group of scholarly blokes at the most acclaimed universities in the United States sat down and decided what books were to be considered literature and what books were just . . . well books. They didn't have any literary value and were not even considered "literature". The books in this Canon are said to be those literary works which have defined American culture and thus are the only ones fit to be taught. This blog is a rebellion against this old-fashioned idea. We are trying to express that these books are incredibly limited. They are essentially a list of books written by dead Eurpopean men. Women authors, minority authors and books that fall into categories other than so-called realistic fiction are few and far between on this list, but nonetheless they were judged to be ideal books against which all other books are to be measured. We want to create here a list of great reads that aren't necessarily written by someone who could not imagine what life would be like for our generation. The value of the books included on the Canon cannot be ignored, but by limiting ourselves to a strict list of valuable books, we eliminate the voices of our current generation.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Diary by Chuck Palahniuk


Title
Diary: A Novel

Author
Chuck Palahniuk

Copyright
2003


So, first of all, if you knew my reading habits well, you would know that I, until recently (perhaps the last year or two) instinctively shy away from writers like Stephen King and Chuck Palahniuk. Their writing tends to be painfully accurate, describing things that no one wants to know about. After a selection from one of his books was read out loud in one of my reading classes, I swore I would never read a Palahniuk book for the simple reason that I didn't want to upchuck ontop of the book I was trying to read.

That being said, when Say gave me this book and told me to read it, I was a little hesitant, but I trusted her not to steer me wrong. After all, I know where she lives . . . So I sat down and said a prayer to the gods of literature that I wouldn't be utterly freaked out and started reading.

Surprisingly, I really enjoyed this book. Although this book has a fixation on shit (as in fecal matter), it is highly entertaining, creating the environment of a small New England island town and casts Misty, the main character, as both savior and outsider.

I highly reccommend this book, although I do so with a warning. This book doesn't wrap all loose ends up nicely and don't expect to finish feeling fufilled. For a horror novel, the ending is both smart and haunting and more than scared it leaves you wondering whether the struggle against our own destinies is even a worthwhile battle.

The themes in this book are a little hard to place since it isn't my usual reading and the themes don't conform with my usual list of interests. Don't look for romance in here, and although the mother/child relationship is active in the book, its barely a theme. Read it to figure out the mystery of what is going on and pay close attention to any quotes, notes, or other writings Misty comes across. Another great way to read the book is to look at the writing style, specifically the point of view. It is both first and third person at the same time, narrated by Misty, although often she talks about herself as if she were a character in the story. Sometimes she talks to "you", the reader as if you were her comatose husband. Enjoy!

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