meghan rose allen

Earlier this week, a kid asked me what Japan was like. Me, having spent less than two weeks in Japan over a decade ago, and so *clearly* an expert, replied “Wacky. Japan is wacky.” And there is a lot of wackiness about Japan, like how I spent my first twenty-four hours there pointing at things and saying “I rolled that up in Katamari” or how things — toilets, restaurants, buttons — just play music at you. But there’s a lot of other stuff about Japan, like the rusty water stains running down the sides of the stucco houses right up next to the shinkansen train tracks, or sitting out on the reclaimed land in Tokyo in April and just how brown and grey and barren everything looks. Spring Garden hits smack between the Cheery Pop Super Love Happy Land of Japan and the just slog of Salarymen and Emptiness and drinking beer depression. Taro is divorced and alone. Nishi moved here because the apartment block is next to a house from a book! Taro has three different ways he can walk from his apartment to the rail station. Nishi stabs herself so she can see a bathroom! They eat octopus and drink beer. They make a friend. The friend moves away. Taro fills his whole apartment with couches! Someone uses the house to film a movie.

And then, bafflingly, the last chapter is told from Taro’s sister’s perspective, so did Taro die or something? I kept expecting the book to end with him falling, literally, off the fence, and dying because why else would we switch from a third person point to a view to a first person point of view from a character that we’ve never met before?

So is he dead? Is this all like the alternative, death-God, interpretation of Totoro? I have no idea.

Thus I will finish and say Spring Garden is kinda like a novel or kinda like a string of incidents listed in chronilogical order which may actually be the definition of a novel, I don’t know. I guess it’s wacky in a non-wacky way, might be the best way to say what it is.

Spring Garden by Tomoka Shibasaki went on sale November 7, 2017.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

So I sat there a while, trying to think of what I was trying to say, because You Can’t Just Kiss Anyone You Want is a bit like a domino run or a chain reaction and then I realized what I wanted to say was You Can’t Just Kiss Anyone You Want is a kind of like If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, but in Communist Poland, wherein if you try to give your classmate a kiss, a whole horrible list of events transpires, but in the end, your classmate writes you a cute note that you send her back because even totalitarian governments can’t stop you from feeling. Awww….

But don’t get too awwww…. Someone gets sexually assaulted. People disappear. No one trusts anyone else. Welcome to your Socialist paradise, comrades.

And, as I almost always feel with graphic novels, it went by so fast that it felt like skimming a deep pond that had so much more to offer beneath the surface.

You Can’t Just Kiss Anyone You Want by Marzena Sowa went on sale April 19, 2017.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

Books can be weird. I can read Russian Absurd, which are absurd vignettes recovered from Kharms’ notebooks, written in the 1920s and 1930s, pieces as the introduction says that may not have been intended for public consumption, and they don’t seem dated and they don’t seem foreign and they don’t seem like something I should never have heard about until now. True, a lot of old women tend to fall out of windows, but I can picture myself as an old woman tumbling after defenestration, so that seems all right. And the man alternates between looking terrifyingly serious:

to a foppish Pushkin-esque dandy:

to simply terrifying:

He starved to death in 1942. That hurts my heart. And there’s so much out there, so much writing I may never get to know, hidden in notebooks in languages I don’t speak.

The sky is shimmering with lamps
And we are flying like the stars

I am glad your friends saved your notebooks Daniil Kharms. I am glad I got to read from them.

Russian Absurd by Daniil Kharms went on sale February 15, 2017.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

ETA: I have, as I always do with deceased authors, checked yes to Netgalley‘s Are you interested in connecting with this author (interviews, events, etc)? They have yet to conduct even one séance for me to talk to the dead.

I did it — I read the beast! Five hundred plus pages detailing a specific time period and specific policy, in which I was disabused of the notion that The Marshall Plan was merely a large airdrop of food to Berlin and a front to siphon off funds for the CIA. I don’t know why I had the food-drop impression, but before reading Steil’s book, literally, the Marshall Plan, in my brain, was a huge crate of food suspended from a helicopter and dropped into a field somewhere on the outskirts of Berlin. I also learned redound is a word, not a typo, and looked up autarky every time it appeared because that definition could not stay in my brain (my brain is a closed-economy for new words ha ha ha economics joke).

And … I read this big-ass book on that Marshall Plan and I don’t know how much I really got out of it (although that economic joke in the previous paragraph wouldn’t exist without it, so …). Most of the book is a historic detailing of what went on to get the Marshall Plan up and running, which old white dude met with which other old white dude, which old white dude was like “No way!”, which old white dude was like “Come on!”, which old white dude was put in charge of running things, which old white dude had just pissed off Stalin, etc. History is okay and all, but it isn’t, let’s just say, thrill-a-minute exciting detailing what had to be added onto the bill in regard to subsidies to appease constituencies, especially since (a) it was all in the past and (b) I’m not American so the whole Congressional/House system is already kind of fuzzy in my mind (my sketchy understand of the Marshall Plan, pre reading this book, should probably give you a hint that American politics and policy are not my forte). It’s all information, essentially archival rather than plot driven, and after a few hundred pages of this, I started to ask Couldn’t we have just gotten a timeline? Why present all this if there isn’t going to be any sort of analysis?

Ah me, be careful what I wish for.

So then comes analysis. Did the Marshall Plan succeed? Well, Western Europe didn’t collapse in 1949 and Soviet expansion didn’t make it all the way to Ireland, so yes. Didn’t need three hundred-odd pages to tell me that; I could have just dug up my map from my 1988 copy of Where In Europe is Carmen Sandiego. Would Europe have recovered as non-Communistly without the Marshall Plan? That analysis, which could have been an entire book itself, is sort of meandering, written like a last-minute history paper. The change in tone is staggering compared with the earlier sections, and the book falters. Then there’s some talk about NATO in the 90s and beyond that doesn’t tie in very well with either a historical recounting or analysis of the Marshall plan, and then it ends with a big, long, list of old white dudes who were important to the Marshall Plan and I was like huh. Okay. Good to know.

So I learned words, had my incorrect historical assumptions smacked up the side of the head, then forced myself to the end. A middling success for the book. Too bad I already used up my funny quota for the day because I feel like this should close with some sort of silly Marshall Plan joke (Marshall my resources?), but I’m spent.

The Marshall Plan by Benn Steil went on sale February 13, 2018.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

Tesfa reads this series, so whenever I see one on Netgalley, I request it for her. I haven’t read any since maybe number two (this one is number six). But I didn’t want to think too hard the other day, so I picked this one up and it was a nice break from my heavy, literary books I’m trying to read before their library due dates on Tuesday.

So Dakota has a bunch of goblins now, and there’s Max who likes electricity, and rather than being episodic/comic strip one-offs, Phoebe and Her Unicorn in the Magic Storm is a whole story about a magic storm and there’s a dragon and I thought it was kind of clever, the plot. Max has two moms and it’s just so normal and not commented upon and basically,
I loved that bit the most. I still think Phoebe and Marigold and Dakota are a bit too smarmy Disney-channel sitcom rather than genuine, but they aren’t bad; I’m just overly annoyed by stuff like that.

So yay, thar be dragons!

Phoebe and Her Unicorn in the Magic Storm by Dana Simpson went on sale October 17, 2017.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

Hmmm…it’s probably not a great endorsement that I finished this book and thought was that really necessary? Maybe because I just read another cat-loving book where the protagonist might be me (in a kind of Fight Club situation wherein I don’t actually know it is me but it is) and Life Lessons from Catsass is more from the perspective of an asshole cat. I have an asshole cat. While Catsass hits all the targets regarding asshole cat behaviour, all it made me do was remember the time my asshole cat peed on my half-way finished 3000 piece puzzle of Guernica, completely ruining it while looking smugly at me all the while.

Cats are jerks.

(Also I love cats.)

(Hopefully your cat isn’t an asshole.)

(And I keep typing Catass rather than Catsass.)

Fin.

Life Lessons from Catsass by Claude Combacau went on sale July 4, 2017.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.