Announcement: Books That Blew My Mind

So, I’ve read a few books over the years. Some of them have impacted me very deeply and changed the way I thought and looked at the world. Many of those have really stuck with me and I still like to share them when people ask me for recommendations, but I don’t always get the chance to explain why I point to those books in particular and not many other fine choices on the same topics. I’d like to use my blog as a way to do just that.

I’ll be doing a periodic and on-going series here on the “books that blew my mind”; they will be reviews but, more than that, they will also be articles explaining why those books were (or are) so important to me, where I was in life when they had their impact on me, and so forth. So, beyond just being reviews, they’ll be a bit of an under-construction memoir.

Finally, I’d like to welcome everybody to let me know (in comments, e-mails, private FB messages, or whatever) about the books which have had a similar impact upon you, because I’d love to check them out.

Book Review: “False Confessions, False Alarms”

False Confessions, False Alarms: Short Stories
by Jeremy Puma
Strange Animal Publications, 2013
175 pg paperback

It could be tempting, coming in blindly, to call Jeremy Puma’s fiction pretentious. His lush prose and extravagant narratives might strike the eye of some a bit askew. Pretense, however, depends upon pretending, and Jeremy Puma isn’t faking a thing. He doesn’t need to. He’s proven it. Like a demon lord from a medieval book of sorcery, Puma takes his readers on a short tour of a believable hell, a world in which everything happens “for a reason”, each life planned out by a mysterious entity, a god who makes no sense. Scraps of poetry weave in and out of prosody, leading the reader on a chase through multiple universes — not parallel, but flowing around and through one another.

Puma uses the form of short fiction to good effect. The weird and uncanny reveals itself in the midst of perfect banality — just the way it happens in real life — and, very often, we are left wondering exactly where we have ended up. The author isn’t kind enough to give us a neat wrap-up at the end of each story. Though, as with most short fiction, the stories are punchy and do not deviate much from their paths, in this case the rising action occurs just outside the reader’s view; we cannot know with precision where the action began, where it ends, or who is really shaping it.

Theoretically, Jeremy Puma places himself safely in company with Philip K. Dick The pieces present layered satire — sometimes bluntly displayed, and sometimes framed with care. I say that the satire is layered because it is not all addressed to the same place of human experience, and can often be read in reference to several such realms at once: political commentary carries a spiritual message, and religious imagery says something about the place and state of art in culture.

Setting is often as important in these stories as the characters in establishing mood and movement. Several of the pieces included in this volume explicitly share a world, while others would fit in that place, but do not tell us if they are there. Only one — the short play, “Gods and Famous People” — stands entirely aloof of place (and, in fact, of time). This general emphasis on setting is an attractive feature, for me. Speculative fiction which gives too much attention to an individual’s impact on his environment without delving far into the environment’s impact on the individual often comes off as merely trivial — fun, at best, but usually a bit insubstantial.

There are some problems, here. Mostly, these are formal and have to do with the fact of Strange Animal being a new, boutique publisher. For one, the book definitely could have used another round of editing. Though Puma’s style is naturally pretty solid, every writer sometimes leaves in repeated words (like the words “again” or “maybe” both before and after the effected clause, etc.), slightly clumsy phrases, and so forth. Still, all of these can be easily corrected in later printings.

As an artifact, my biggest problem with the book is a simple one, but it really does make a difference: the text is all aligned left rather than justified. In a printed book, this very quickly tires the eyes. Again, not a big deal, and easy to fix, but worth a mention for the sake of the well-being of a small publisher whose success I would love to see.

Quite literally the only bad thing I have to say about Puma’s stories themselves is that the first story of the book, “Delivery”, ends very abruptly; the message of the narrative still comes through with clarity, but it almost feels as if, in this instance, the author wasn’t quite sure what to do to wrap-up once the point had been made. But, really, for only one story in a collection of eight, being a first (fiction) outing for both publisher and author, this is a minor gripe, at most.

If you enjoy tales of the weird, combining realism with the ethereal, you’ll feel right at home in False Confessions, False Alarms. If you like your fiction to acknowledge that there are no easy answers, and that nothing is less obvious than the way out of your private prison cell, you’ll be pleasantly unsettled by a kindred spirit’s wry urban demonology. I, for one, look forward to much more of Puma’s fiction.