Challenger Deep - Neal Shusterman - 320 pages
This was...something. Something disturbing, something hilarious at times, something that inspired sympathetic longing, and something that frankly hurt to read. This is Caden's seafaring voyage through the treatment of his mental illness, and Shusterman is brilliant at weaving the real and the almost real and the hopefully not real here. Challenger Deep is the deepest trench in the ocean, and in Caden's delusions, he is the first mate on a pirate ship heading straight for it to collect sunken treasure. The captain of the ship is changeable and dangerous, his talking parrot cryptic, and each plots against the other with Caden's help. Caden's fellow hospital dwellers come along through parts of his voyage as different members of the ship's crew, but in the end, it's just Caden and the sea and whatever's at the bottom of it.
What made this such a painful read was the artful way Shusterman wove the real and almost real together, based on his own son's experience with schizoaffective disorder. Drawings from his son's time in the hospital moonlight on pages throughout the book, illustrating Caden's descent, and the tangible evidence of those drawings promotes a visceral realness to this not-quite-fictional account. Caden's resignation (and the author's implied resignation) about the difficulty of living with ongoing mental illness make it a bittersweet journey; you're going to want a happy ending, but even if Caden finds his equilibrium back on the high seas, you know he's going back again eventually. It'd be easy to close the book with a riding off into the sunset victorious moment to satisfy our want for definitive, permanent wins, but what you'll get here is much more honest.
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Welcome to Night Vale - Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor
Welcome to Night Vale - Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor - 416 pages
I'm not sure what to say about this one, other than this: if you like it weird, this book is for you. Underneath all the weird, it breaks down to the story of Josh, estranged from his father Troy soon after his birth and raised by his mother, Diane. Jackie, who runs the local pawn shop, is drawn into the whole messy affair of finding Troy when a mysterious man in a tan jacket pawns a note that says "KING CITY." The note sticks itself to Jackie's hand despite her best efforts to remove it, and it ruins her life. It's a mundane story wrapped in time warping flamingos, sentient hazes, constant surveillance, no-such-thing-as angels named Erika, tree waitresses at the local diner, and extremely fatal libraries.
The roots of this book began in the twice monthly podcast by the writers, which are delivered as community radio commentary on the doings of people and things in Night Vale as narrated by Cecil. Listen to them (or don't; you don't need to context to enjoy the book by itself), but don't listen to them alone, at night, or if you're generally at odds with reality. Or what you think is reality. Actually, probably just don't listen to them. Don't read the book, either. Unless you need a traffic report.
I'm not sure what to say about this one, other than this: if you like it weird, this book is for you. Underneath all the weird, it breaks down to the story of Josh, estranged from his father Troy soon after his birth and raised by his mother, Diane. Jackie, who runs the local pawn shop, is drawn into the whole messy affair of finding Troy when a mysterious man in a tan jacket pawns a note that says "KING CITY." The note sticks itself to Jackie's hand despite her best efforts to remove it, and it ruins her life. It's a mundane story wrapped in time warping flamingos, sentient hazes, constant surveillance, no-such-thing-as angels named Erika, tree waitresses at the local diner, and extremely fatal libraries.
The roots of this book began in the twice monthly podcast by the writers, which are delivered as community radio commentary on the doings of people and things in Night Vale as narrated by Cecil. Listen to them (or don't; you don't need to context to enjoy the book by itself), but don't listen to them alone, at night, or if you're generally at odds with reality. Or what you think is reality. Actually, probably just don't listen to them. Don't read the book, either. Unless you need a traffic report.
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