sonk’s #CBRV Reviews #27 – #36

I’m so bad about posting (and linking to) my reviews. Links below to reviews 27 through 36.

#27: The Dirty Life by Kristen Kimball 

#28: White Teeth by Zadie Smith

#29: Dare Me by Megan Abbott

#30: Confessions of a Teen Sleuth by Chelsea Cain

#31: The Round House by Louise Erdrich

#32: Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter

#33: Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand

#34: Divergent by Veronica Roth

#35: Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

#36: You Are One of Them by Elliott Holt

Kira’s #CBR5 Review #23: Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter

beautiful_ruins (1)I’m happy to report that Beautiful Ruins, Jess Walter’s eighth book (seventh novel) lives up to every enthusiastic blurb that adorns its front and back covers, including accolades like “a literary miracle!” and “damn near perfect.” As a result of this victory, Walter is now my second-favorite guy with a girl name, though he remains behind reigning champion Ashley Wilkes from Gone With the Wind. (Because I mean, wasn’t he just so nice?)

Ruins opens on the Italian coast in 1962, in a nearly defunct fishing village where Pasquale Tursi—owner and proprietor of the only hotel—is busy rearranging rocks in an attempt to form a beach, which he hopes will draw tourists to the otherwise desolate town. As if summoned, there suddenly appears on the dock Dee Moray, a striking American actress who is spending a night in Porto Vergogna before traveling onwards to Switzerland, where she is slated to receive medical treatment for stomach cancer. Enamored of Dee’s beauty—and struck by her serendipitous arrival—Pasquale sets about getting to know her, and in so doing unearths a story whose ramifications span continents, decades and generations. Continue reading

iamnothamlet’s #CBR5 Review #25: Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter

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At the back of the paperback edition of Beautiful Ruins there is an interview with the author wherein he describes the tortured, laborious process of writing this book. Unless you’re a writer looking for reassurance, I advise you not to read the interview, since it’s a little like finding out a magician’s secrets. In many ways it is more satisfying just to marvel at the spectacle and not understand the process at all.

Beautiful Ruins is, let there be no doubt, a work of magic. Jess Walter impressively corrals an amazing array of individual characters and gives them all the space to reveal their heartbreakingly real humanity. He spans decades and continents with ease, never once hitting a wrong note or an awkward phrasing. However hard he worked and for however long it took, this is a novel that justifies his efforts. It is just that good.

In 1962 Pasquale Tursi is futilely laboring at improving his family’s pensione, The Hotel Adequate View (an unusual name which will be explained later) hoping to achieve his late father’s dream of turning their little village of Porto Vergogna (Port of Shame) into a resort town for rich Americans. A boat pulls up carrying just the kind of guest his father could only imagine, a beautiful American woman, a young actress just named Dee Moray. Dee is on a break from the set of Cleopatra, an epic film whose production is threatening to bankrupt 20th Century Fox and end the marriages of both its stars, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. Dee has been sent to the isolated village to recuperate from a devastating diagnosis, but as will quickly become clear, there is a lot more going on here, most of it a byproduct of the sleazy underbelly of the American film industry.

In the present day, legendary, but down on his luck film producer Michael Deane, who got his start at Fox in the Cleopatra days, is sucking the lifeblood out of his assistant Claire Silver, by forcing her to listen to the pitches of every weirdo and has-been that her boss owes a favor to. Claire wants to make the kinds of movies she grew up watching, and not the zombie, vampire, or superhero flicks that dominate the box office. Just when Claire has just about had it, one Friday Pasquale Tursi, now fifty years older, walks into her office and in limited English tries to explain that he needs to see Michael Deane.

From these twin beginnings Walter spins out a multi-layered plot, going back to Dee’s fateful arrival in Italy and her subsequent disenchantment with Hollywood. Along the way many other characters arrive on the scene, including the drunkard writer Alvis Bender, whose anti-war novel has reached the length of one whole chapter after twelve years of work. Shane Wheeler is a divorced fuck-up whose pitch to Michael Deane is so bad it’s just what Michael needs. And a fictionalized Richard Burton struts upon the stage and dominates his few scenes in an inimitable fashion, drinking and swearing all the while. Burton’s entrance into the story was a killer scene, one that would make a fantastic part in a movie.

Walter’s writing is straightforward but also exquisite in its precision and power. He is a master in complete command, and his sense of plot is deft and awe-inspiring. Beautiful Ruins ends in such a way that no other ending could even possibly be imagined. This is a major achievement, and a great book. I implore you to seek it out.

KatSings’ #CBR5 Review #19: Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter

Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter

“I think so, too. I know I felt that way. For years. It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.” 
This is a book I would definitely recommend.

narfna’s #CBR5 Review #13: Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter

beautiful-ruinsHonestly, my very first reaction to this book was that I was disappointed that Jess Walter is a man. What with the girly script and New Girl’s Jess Day fresh in my mind (did you guys see what happened yesterday?!) I just automatically assumed that Jess Walter was a lady author. I was wrong. There was a very prominent and chiseled fancy man pictured on the back cover flap.

Luckily, I got over it pretty quickly and my disappointment in the author’s gender didn’t hinder my enjoyment of his story. This book was lovely. I read it all in one day, the largest chunk of which I spent pigging out at Pita Jungle, eating shawarma and baklava and drinking tangy fruit-flavored iced tea. It was a good day.

The plot of Beautiful Ruins is hard to describe. There’s a young Italian man in a very small village who watches as a beautiful dying American actress comes to stay at his villa. There’s a Hollywood film producer and his increasingly jaded assistant in the present day. An aging musician halfway around the world has a midlife crisis. And in the 1960s, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton are shooting that famous disaster of a film, Cleopatra, as their affair is splashed all over the headlines. There are a bunch of characters and plot threads and time jumps in this story, but the way that Walter weaves all of them together into a cohesive whole is one of the main pleasures of the book. I got this sense of elation as everything started coming together near the end that only happens with the really good stuff.

This story was sad and happy and joyful and terrible and wonderful, and I loved it.

(My only complaint was that something about the ending felt . . . off. And I can’t figure out what it was. I was all set and ready to give this five stars (I could feel it in the build up), and I still might when I come back for the inevitable re-read, but for now only four and a half because the ending kinda jarred me out of the lovely little funk I was in reading it almost straight through, for hours and hours. Either way I’m on a roll with books this year. So many great ones right out of the gate — 4.5 stars.)