Showing posts with label fraternity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fraternity. Show all posts

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Bohemian Hipsters, Spiritual Canines, Tolkien House and the Infinite Monkey Theorem

Fool on the Hill
by Matt Ruff
p. 1988




Even though Sewer, Gas & Electric was my first foray into the delightful world of Matt Ruff, I still have Ruff’s debut novel, Fool on the Hill, to credit for the introduction because it was this book, and not the former that a friend recommended years ago. I loved Sewer, Gas, & Electric so much that I convinced myself to save Fool on the Hill for later to, like, savor the goodness or something. I don’t know; clearly I was an idiot, as there is probably no limit to how many times one can enjoy a Matt Ruff novel. There is just so much there to digest and his style is endearingly ADD. I get the feeling that both of these books will be even more enjoyable to me the second time around.

I said in my review of Sewer, Gas, & Electric two years ago that Ruff is fond of massive character rosters and convoluted plots. Just like the former, Fool on the Hill boasts an array of irreverent, liberal characters just bloated enough to require a two-page cast list for reference (and you will use it if you read this book) and a complicated, messy plot that all comes together for a comprehensive final act. In Fool on the Hill, the characters are divided into five main groups: Stephen Titus George and Aurora (the ‘white knight’ and the ‘princess’), the Bohemians (larger than life college students that play around the edges of the plot), Luther and Blackjack (the animals on a spiritual quest), the sprites (invisible to most humans, but affecting the plot nonetheless), and an omniscient otherworldly narrator, Mr. Sunshine. Each of those groups is divided into subgroup consisting of various combinations, with others weaving in and out of the story—a pair of Ithaca cops, some engineering students building a float, Aurora’s impulsive but doting father, a preppy frat boy villain.

Ganted, I—more than most readers—really take to comprehensive ensemble stories, so I am inclined to like Ruff’s style more than others generally would. I did not in the least regret having such a large list to keep track of, but it should be warned that others might. That said, I think it’s worth pointing out that while Ruff’s characters are often of a similar hivemind, and few of them are intensively explored, they all manage to stand out in unique ways. One of the things I kept noticing about Ruff’s characters is that even the smallest one, a character who, in any other story, would be a throwaway, manage to reveal something about themselves that gives them some depth, like Aurora’s long dead brother whose spontaneity and spirit forever changed her interaction with her father, or the Bohemian who joined the group long before our story ever started because he was pursuing a member who dropped out after being assaulted by a rival frat brother. All of these things seem so inconsequential but it is really these types of details that fill in the space between the lines.

The story takes place at Cornell University over the course of a school year and there are a lot of elements guiding the plot, not the least of which is Mr. Sunshine, a ‘Greek original,’ who occasionally sticks his hand in to mold the plot directly but is mostly content to sit back and watch fate play itself out. The sprites were generally my least favorite part of the story, but it is their misguided but well-intentioned actions that release the evil that the human characters have to deal with in the end, so they are crucial, even if they never talk to anyone else. Luther and Blackjack were definitely my favorite parts of the story, though the Bohemians will hold a special place in your heart, just for the sheer ludicrousness of them all. This whole book is a messy but fun mix of adventure, fantasy, romance and humor that just keeps adding layer upon layer.

Fool on the Hill was Ruff’s debut novel, and I didn’t find it quite as riotous as Sewer, Gas & Electric but to be fair, I knew what to expect this time and that changed the way I read it. I’d easily put it on par with the former, in terms of humor, and I am beyond thrilled to see how much more Ruff has in store.

Friday, March 8, 2013

I'm Like Totally All Up in Your Spirit World, Brah

The Worthy
by Will Clarke
p. 2006




After reading some heavier fare lately, I selected the most lighthearted quick read I could find as a sort of palate cleanser and the first thing that caught my eye was a bargain bin impulse buy called The Worthy, by Will Clarke. It’s the story of a murdered rich boy who haunts the halls of his Louisiana fraternity trying to exact his revenge on the frat brother who murdered him. It’s got a goat on the cover and everything to let you know how wacky this book is!


...Well, you can go to hell, Will Clarke.


The Worthy is a lot more twisted than the descriptions would have you believe, and yet somehow the whole thing manages to fall flat thanks to staggering clichés and a total lack of heart.


Conrad Sutton III’s ghost is all that’s left of the 19-year-old former frat pledge, murdered in his freshman year by the psychotic chapter leader, Ryan. Unsure of what to do with his afterlife and unable to move on, his seemingly laid back but deeply angry spirit follows the lives of various chapter members and their peers, hoping to ultimately enact revenge on Ryan. Miss Etta, the house cook, is the only one that can see him at first and advises Conrad to look after an eager new pledge, Tucker Graham, but Conrad is really only interested in using Tucker to get what he wants, and when he finds out he can possess the bodies of the intoxicated, he aims to do just that. The perfect posthumous murder takes some time though, so on the way, Conrad tangles with and impulsively tails Ryan’s battered girlfriend Maggie, his own ex, Ashley, Ashley’s born-again roommate Sarah Jane, and Alex, a naïve frat brother who, upon missing the biggest joke of them all, submits to a hazing ritual that leads to him having... relations with a goat.


With a plot like that, you’d think things would get pretty exciting, but I could never quite get into this book. Maybe it was my indifference towards fraternity lifestyle, my utter lack of experience with southern culture, my dislike for Conrad and his friends, the cop-out ending, or the clichéd hot mess of stereotypes plaguing every—every—character in this short book. Yes, come to think of it, it was probably that last one most of all. And my, what a selection of stereotypes this one offered—you’ve got your vengeful ghost, your southern, cranky, no-nonsense black woman with ties to the spirit world who acts as a vessel, your mousy, abused girlfriend who never learns how to stand up for herself, your good ol’ farm boy, your coked out, psychotic villain whom no one suspects of foul play, your crazy religious nutjob, your dorky kid who pathetically tries to belong... and mountains upon mountains of ‘it’s cool, brah!’ frat boys. Yikes.


It can be argued that Clarke was trying to construct an argument against collegiate hazing... but he doesn't follow through. It can be argued that Clarke was being tongue in cheek about the frat boy overload... but as a former frat boy himself, I don’t think he was. It can be argued that he was going for irreverence and dark humor... but after the goat thing and an additional murder, it was really just awkward and unpleasant. Clarke makes a lot of references to characters being high on their own self-interest, laughing at their own jokes, but he proceeds to make a lot of ‘jokes’ that aren’t remotely funny then indulge himself in a little revelation at his humorous quip. Not a single thing made me react positively in this book. The only physical reactions The Worthy induced was slight disgust. This book is a very quick read, but not because I couldn’t put it down, rather because it was completely devoid of substance. In fact, I feel dumber for having read the whole thing. The only thing this book is worthy of is the bargain bin I should have left it in.