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A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers


Cannonball Read / FIggy

Book Reviews | August 25, 2009 | Comments (24)


I don’t know if I’m the right audience for this book. I was a very pop-obsessed teen in the 90s, living in Latin America and just as far away as I could be from the San Francisco/MTV in its hey-day culture that surrounds Dave Eggers’ story. Of course that’s not all that this admittedly great book is about, but I felt like I was missing out on something by not being to connect to what is such an important aspect of Eggers’ life. I suppose to those who grew up with that sort of life it’s a great nostalgia trip, but for me it meant detachment from the work and just an overall desire for him to talk about something else. Because everything else is so deeply emotional and poignant that it made the lighter parts a bit frustrating to get through.

Eggers starts out his memoir with a hilarious, lighthearted but meaningful introduction. It sets up the friendly, off-the-cuff tone that remains through the rest of the book, as if he’s right there talking to you—I’ve never seen the guy but I could imagine the picture on the back gesturing with his hands as he talked. It’s a great set up, and makes the first few chapters even more of a kick in the gut. Because the memoir proper starts out with a truly heart-wrenching passage detailing Eggers’ mother dying from stomach cancer, only a few weeks after their father has died. It’s one of the saddest, most painful things I have ever read, and it’s Eggers tone of trying-desperately-hard-to-be-lighthearted-about-it that really gets to you. It’s brutal, really, and it marks a complete change in Eggers’ life.

Eggers is left in charge of his 9-year-old brother, Toph. Barely in his 20s and adrift in life, Eggers does his best to be a brother, a friend and a parent to Toph. His sister and older brother help, but for the most part it’s the two of them trying to get along, with Eggers alternating between attempts to be responsible and ways to have as much fun as possible with Toph. These are some of the best parts of the book, as I was alternatively horrified and amused at Eggers’ attempts at raising his kid brother. Eggers is honest and clearly loves his brother to death, and you can feel his fear of making some huge mistake with the poor kid.

Then he starts talking about life in San Francisco and his job at Might Magazine. This is where the book lost me. While everything dealing with his family was moving and hilarious, the parts dealing with his ‘career’ honestly just bored me. I guess maybe you have to have been the “revolutionary” counter-culture fighter in their 20s to really get it, or maybe those types just bug me. All I know is that the book really dragged for me there, losing the momentum it had started with.

This isn’t a book for everyone. Eggers has a very loose style, with each chapter written in a different way—as an interview, as a long confusing rant, as an emotional confession—and it’s full of great little moments and stories. But it might frustrate you if you like something more straight forward. But all in all it was a fun book, with possibly the best title of all time. So all I can say is check it out, you might end up loving it. Or not. But give it a chance.

This review is part of the Cannonball Read series. For more of Figgy’s reviews, check her blog, A Gut Reaction.


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Comments

I tried. But I didn't get caught up in this book and never finished it.

Posted by: ed newman at August 25, 2009 8:28 AM

Great book-- although the parts about working for a start up 'zine in SanFrancisco and auditioning for The Real World have aged harshly (they were already dated when the book came out 10 years ago...) And there's Eggers' hipster tone and self-indulgent McSweeny's literary gimicks that may rub some readers the wrong way-- It's still a great book. Touching, hilarious, inventive... It's a very deep and personal story yet it reads light and funny (most of the time).

I really loved it when I first read it and I still get nostalgic to pull it off the shelf, but it will probably be more relatable the closer you are to 22 and the closer it is to 2002.

Posted by: Yossarian at August 25, 2009 8:31 AM

I read this again a couple of months ago. The first half of the book is insanely good. I am a huge fan of emotional turmoil covered with flippant remarks and actions (see: all conversations between he and Toph). Even the faux-interview chapter was great, but it set up the worst part of the book. The parts about Might Magazine drag and make Eggers come off as preachy and self-centered, but it magnifies his desire for people to look at him, owe him, feel for him. Overall, I take the good with the bad. Even though he was an inexperienced writer at the time, he was smart to get all of this down before it became more distant memory and less emotional experience. If he waited to write his memoir until he was a more polished novelist, much of the raw emotion might not have made it to the page.

Posted by: Kballs at August 25, 2009 8:37 AM

I read this book in 2003 or 2004 in a seminar about memoirs. And even though I'm probably closer in age in real life to Toph than to Eggers, I still found most of the book enjoyable and entertaining. It's interesting to read the criticisms about certain sections or how it's aged -- I feel like I don't want to ever reread it now, because it might ruin that really magical first time for me.

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Posted by: Kyle at August 25, 2009 8:56 AM

never read this, but after a previous review on chad kultgen's new one, 'the lie'-i went back and read kultgen's first one, 'the average american male'. fucking awesome! thanks for the recommendation...now i'm just waiting for my library to get a copy of 'the lie', so i can delve into it too. so glad you guys cover books! :)

Posted by: gem at August 25, 2009 9:04 AM

never finished HWoSG. eggers can suck it.

on a related note: a friend and i always scream out "YOU SHALL KNOW OUR VELOCITY!" when we are drunk.

Posted by: gp at August 25, 2009 9:36 AM

Ah, Figs. This is on my list of ten books I would require if stranded on a desert island. I've read it so many times that I can't even count them. I think you're right and it takes a certain audience to really get the book. The parts about the Real World interview tend to bore me now, but the stuff about his parents deaths, raising Toph (stick fights in the house? awesome), and the lattice at the end are just gorgeous to me. I love this so much that I wore out my first copy - broke the spine right in half. Sorry it didn't do it for you.

Posted by: Nicole at August 25, 2009 10:01 AM

I had the same problem you did--when he got to his career, it just bored the ass off me and I stopped reading it. I think I even sold it back to Half Price Books.

Oh and figgy, don't sweat it, Eggers is my age and I had a hard time relating, but I figured it was a regional thing as much as anything else.

I do love the work he's done with public schools and McSweeney's. For that, I will always like him.

But I don't read his memoirs/novels. I just don't dig his style.

Posted by: Snuggiepants the Deathbringer at August 25, 2009 10:09 AM

This review is heresy.

I feel like Pajiba is guilty of this sort of thing on a regular basis: stacking the deck against a generally beloved piece of art/media by way of choosing a reviewer predisposed to dislike it.

The only motivation I can guess might be behind this is some hipsterish desire on the part of pajibites to differentiate themselves from the regular cool kids into an even higher echelon of judgmental coolness.

AHWOSG is a transcendent piece of generational literature. No, it ain't Faulkner, and we probably won't be reading it in fifty years. But for GenXers, and, to a lesser extent, American Millenials, it is a seminal work which ushered in an entirely new wave of self actualized literary voices from a new generation of writers. Thats worth something.

Posted by: Martin at August 25, 2009 10:58 AM

Well said, Martin. Thanks for saving me the time it would have taken me to write a much less coherent post.

Posted by: icecreammang at August 25, 2009 11:36 AM

Oh, I really do think we'll be reading it in 50 years. I think it quite brilliantly sets itself out as a totally different form of memoir, and the thing that makes it a truly great book is precisely the second half where he talks about his career. In setting itself out as a sort of D.I.Y venture with a new rough, fun, irreverent and self-deflating aesthetic, Eggers shows how his career and life gave rise to this new sort of book. I think this is how McSweeneys came to exert such an influence on new writing, taking with it a generation of readers who have grown up, like Eggers, predominantly away from literature. Eggers's touchstones, besides books (a subject in which I think he is pretty much self-taught) were films and music - and his pop focus captured something true and honest, and spoke to new people. It's fascinating to see how his informal, chatty writing found such a readership.

Posted by: Caspar at August 25, 2009 11:41 AM

Don't care how jealous I sound. This book came out when I was in my last year of journalism school trying to feed myself while maintaining creativity without passing out from hunger. Tried reading this in a bookstore and got so angry that this guy and his "craft" was making money I couldn't open it again. And it's not because I'm a hipster, it's not that I hate everyone who writes a better portfolio than I do. It's that this was on par with some celebrity "writing" a book and making money for it. If you're young and supposed to be a genius for your age or time or whatever, write something that will last fifty years from now. We'll still be reading Catcher in the Rye, but this guy will still look like a douche. Oh, and before everyone else starts pointing fingers at me, The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao was worth the Pulitzer Prize. THAT is a young author with genius in him. Writing in circles or not using punctuation to make it "edgy" is not talent!

Posted by: scorzi at August 25, 2009 11:48 AM

I liked it.

Posted by: Stella at August 25, 2009 11:58 AM

I like Eggers's short pieces a lot and I think he's a talented writer, but I could only bear about 1/3 of AHWOSG. The book is bloated and inefficient - and not simply because it's long.

Scorzi - agreed about Brief Wondrous. Tremendously well-written book that manages to be funny, horrifying, colloquial, and classical.

Posted by: samantha t at August 25, 2009 12:01 PM

My only complaint about this book is that it is drenched in self-pity. There are much worse obstacles to overcome in life than the death of your parents.

Posted by: Dave at August 25, 2009 12:42 PM

I love this book, and was totally blown away by it the first time I read it. It was like seeing Pulp Fiction in the theatre for the first time, realizing that this guy had figured out a new way to write a book, making everything-- including the goddamn About the Author and copyright page-- interesting and hilarious.

I saw Eggers speak a few years ago, and he was fantastic. Here's a guy who lost both parents (and later, his sister), had to basically skip his early twenties to raise his brother, found celebrity with AHWOSG, and still managed to remain a cool, engaging, down-to-earth guy. He's neither arrogant nor self-pitying, just a guy you'd want to hang out with.

I can appreciate people not liking the book, but this review read like a high school book report.

Posted by: SackmementoCalifornia at August 25, 2009 12:55 PM

Martin: you probably don't know, but we post these reviews to our blogs for the Cannonball Read, and Dustin picks out which one he wants to post here. So we're not "chosen" to review the books for the site at all. I picked this one randomly, knowing nothing about it or the author. I didn't know it was supposed to be a big deal until I'd read other reviews after finishing it myself.

Posted by: figgy at August 25, 2009 1:02 PM

SackmementoCalifornia: His sister died too?! Christ, that's terrible.

Posted by: figgy at August 25, 2009 1:05 PM

I love this book.

Posted by: Kate at August 25, 2009 3:48 PM

Speaking of deck-stacking, the title of this book stacks the cards before you get past the cover.

Don't bullshit.

I don't like sob stories. That's what I have whiny acquaintances/colleagues for.

I guess if we're not in-the-know, this title smacks of hubris, which actually might cheapen the actual experiences he endured. It's the literary equivalent of a pity fuck.

We get older, we lose parents (or they lose us), we find jobs or go broke, we get older; life can be difficult. Overcoming adversity is great and we want to yell it from rooftops.

Book deal, please.

Posted by: Recondite at August 25, 2009 5:53 PM

Wow, who pissed in y'all's cornflakes this morning? I'm not saying you have to love the book, but the level of vitriol in the room is high today.

I'm intrigued by those of you who consider the deaths of one's parents, mere weeks apart, to be not a big deal. I think that's awfully shitty, myself.

By the way, Figster, I dug your review. I like the tone and style. You gots some flair, yo.

Posted by: Nicole at August 25, 2009 8:36 PM

I guess you all glossed over rules 4-6 of the "Rules and Suggestions for Enjoyment of this Book" which nicely address all the criticism. I will quote it because it is short enough to be an extract and not a copyright issue.

"4. Actually, many of you might want to skip much of the middle, namely pages 239-351, which concern the lives of people in their early twenties, and those lives are very difficult to make interesting, even when they seemed interesting to those living them at the time.

5. Matter of fact, the first three or four chapters are all some of you might want to bother with. That gets you to page 123 or so, which is a nice length, a nice novella sort of length. Those first four chapters stick to one general subject, something manageable, which is more than what can be said for the book thereafter.

6. The book thereafter is kind of uneven."

I did enjoy the book, and did get a little bored later on, but I was warned and prepared. Dave Eggers came to speak at my college about 8 years ago? He was fantastic--seamless transitions from reading You Shall Know Our Velocity to speaking. Someone in the audience brought a Frisbee and asked if he'd do his one-handed catch while cartwheeling. He pulled it off, in front of 200 people. Also, he looks 15 years younger in person. In other words, I'd bang him.

One poor about-to-be-senior honor student called me today from that lovely college. I warned her that is foolish to follow your dreams, because even 5 years out of college, dreams don't pay back your student loans, massive credit card debt, and drinking, so wise up while there's time and find out what major and what career path are going to give you money. Unless you are a lucky genius or experience a tragedy like losing both parents within weeks of each other while you're in your early twenties that frees you from a conventional path, the safe route isn't going to get you where you want to be in five years. I really hope she didn't misinterpret and decide she should figure out how to lose her parents tragically. I shouldn't answer my phone during rush hour commute.

Posted by: Not Goldie at August 25, 2009 10:39 PM

This book sucked. 'Nuff said.

Posted by: Jon Quinn at September 18, 2009 10:02 AM