One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest doesn’t exactly suit my habit of reviewing books right around their publication dates–it was first released in 1962 and has since become a major classic. But I somehow avoided it up until now, and having come to it at last, I feel compelled to urge anyone else who has yet to read it to do so.
In some ways, Kesey’s classic takes on the same issues that I mentioned in my review of Barbara Kingsolver’s The Lacuna; that is, America’s history of conformist culture and its sometimes surreal habit of crucifying those who stand left of center. Its characters are the American asylumnites of the 50s and 60s and their keepers, but even considering their strange behaviors and the schizophrenic language of the narrator, Chief Bromden, it doesn’t take the reader long to begin wondering if any of them are crazy after all–or at the least, if they were when they arrived or if it’s been done to them by the hospital and the zeitgeist–what Bromden calls the Combine. His crazy-talk about vast machines and mechanical puppetry is, among other things, a fitting metaphor for a culture consumed by its own mass-produced suburbs, mass-produced jobs, and mass-produced pills for sanitariums.
In this way, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest is not merely a tale of a man named McMurphy raising hell in a crazy ward run by the authoritarian Big Nurse Ratched. It is not even entirely a novel about American mental institutions; Kesey thought bigger than that. Like his Chief Bromden, he saw the wires running between nurses and suburbs and every man to wear a business suit; though his characters are locked away behind solid walls, their sight reaches far beyond. And ultimately, it is a story of how people can come together to subvert the Combine, and can win, even if only at a cost. To quote Kesey in the book’s introduction, “This was, after all, the sixties.”
Posted by Ray
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This is a tough one, because so much has been said about the Twilight saga that I feel like I’ll only be parroting old arguments here. In case you’re wondering, no, Edward didn’t turn into a halfway decent character. In fact, the addition of artwork to illustrate his movements and expressions only makes it much, much clearer how threatening and controlling he is. The woods scene (you know, where he starts screaming “As if you could outrun me!”), taken out of context, could be a poster for a relationship abuse hotline. Especially the part where he grabs Bella by the wrists, leans in, and says, “As if you could fight me off…”
This first volume of what will be a twelve-book series covers a span of time which begins (literally) at the beginning of everything, brings us through the birth of the Titans and other proto-Olympians, then the Olympian gods, ending with Zeus’ war upon and conquerance of his forebears. A wonderful, thorough, and well-researched collection of Greek mythology that can be understood by any age on some level. O’Connor obviously knows what he’s talking about, and presents the gods as they really were– highly flawed characters who stand somewhat apart from concepts of morality. Wonderful, expressive artwork, as well. Highly recommended for interested kids and adults alike.
Hello, my erudite darlings! I’m sorry for the lack of actual reviews of late– my supply of ARCs has more or less evaporated. I do have one that will be up as soon as I get around to finishing it. Also (possibly) in the works is my honest opinion of Twilight: The Graphic Novel, and reviews of the other Cybils graphic novel nominees. Today, though, I have a review for you of The Lacuna, by Barbara Kingsolver, which isn’t new, but did recently blow me away.