Barbara Kingsolver’s “Flight Behavior” Made ME Want to Flee

It’s rare that I don’t even finish a book, but Barbara Kingsolver’s lates tnovel, Flight Risk, made me feel so depleted of energy it was time to put it down and return it to the library. I was a flight risk from its pages, that’s for sure. And that’s a shame, because Kingsolver’s prose is worth study. She has a gift for crafting fine sentences; I admire fine craftsmanship, especially when it’s within my own profession.  But beautiful prose cannot mask a thinly disguised political agenda, cliched characters and dreadful dialogue that make the pages seem as if they’re dragging on forever.

The book follows Dellarobia, a house wife in a depressed Appalachian community who strikes out one day to have an affair with the telephone repairman. She’s agreed to an assignation near an old shed on the family’s sheep farm but as she walks to meet her prospective lover, she sees what she believes is a vision of fire. It turns out not to be fire but monarch butterflies – millions of them. Instead of migrating to Mexico, the butterflies have decided to congregate on the hillside of the family farm.

I don’t much like Dellarobia. I don’t have sympathy for her, and she just confuses me as a character. We learn that she has an overbearing, nasty mother in law who hen pecks her son and bosses them all around. When Del leaves her children with her mother in law, Mom in Law from hell doesn’t even bother changing the baby’s diaper. I get the impression that nobody in the family cares much about changing diapers. All around is squalor.  Dirty house, sticky kids, Del not even having new shoes.

Okay, I get it. The family is poor. But some poor people are not dirty. The opposite, in fact. They take great pains to care for what they have. Del is a full time mother, but you’d be hard pressed to find her doing anything resembling housework.  She whines, complains, and daydreams about sleeping with the phone repairman. She gets stupid text messages from her best friend. She tries to use her brain in an evening Bible study course but gets shamed out of it by the congregation.

The family is facing logging their timber, which – gasp, horror – is seen as bad! Now let me stop here and say that I live on a timber farm near the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Kingsolver’s characters live in Tennessee, I’m in Virginia, but I’m very familiar with logging now that I’ve moved into the area.  Yet, it’s distressing to see forest clear cut. I don’t like it, but it’s necessary. The pines grown for the timber industry are fast growing trees that take 10-20 years to reach marketable size. Cutting them down is necessary.

Enter the butterflies. They save the day, literally, because now that they are on the farm, logging is halted. People start showing up to see them. A black scientist from New Mexico arrives who studies butterflies. And…

Well, it is here that I put the book down, resigned to the fact that this wasn’t getting any better. There’s such an underlying condescension that seeps through the finely crafted prose that I just couldn’t read any more. Del’s husband, Cub, is slack-jawed with amazement (cue Country Yokel music) that the man seated with them at table went to college. He’s never met a college man before! Oh please, give me a break. Maybe I’m spoiled because I live in a rural community that boasts two fine universities, but the thought that a farmer is “amazed” by a college man in this day and age just boggles the mind.

Del is unlikeable, Cub is a doormat, her mother in law is a harridan, and the only likable character so far is Bobby, the preacher, and the professor eating tuna casserole at her diner table. I like her whining children better than I like her. Heck, I like the family’s sheep dogs better than I like her.

Global warming may be happening, but I’m not ready to cry big crocodile tears over it. Throughout the centuries, the earth has warmed and cooled. The famine of 1788 and 1789 prompted the French revolution; the weather pattern we are in today is, according to meteorologist, very similar to one in the 1950s. I remember the 1970s and magazine covers predicting the next great Ice Age. Now everyone thinks the earth is warming so fast that parrots will roost in Antarctica. I give up. I don’t need a novelist to beat the drum for global warming. We have Al Gore and his ilk for that.

So I didn’t finish this book, which I suppose makes my review invalid in some eyes. But I just couldn’t take the characters anymore. I want to feel for people, and Dellarobia is the least likable heroine I’ve encountered in a long time.  Unless you’re a die-hard Kingsolver fan, I’d skip this one.


Disclaimer: This is an unpaid review. I read a library copy of the book. I did not finish the book.


Book Review: Deeply Odd by Dean Koontz

Today’s book review is actually a rewrite of the one I composed yesterday. Unfortunately, that post seemed to trigger some sort of automated alert on another blogging platform, and my blog was suspended. I keep picturing the robot from Lost In Space shouting, “Warning! Warning, Will Robinson!” and waving his arms about madly as the automated robot on the other blogging platform seemed to think that my post was a nefarious scheme to undermine Western society or something. Or worse, I said that God is good and Satan is bad. Yes, that’s the turn my book review took, and I’m going to do my best to recapitulate the highlights from that post here, now, in this of what I hope to be the first of many posts on our new blogging home.

Deeply Odd by Dean Koontz is the type of book that elicits huge variances among reviewers. Some love it, some hate. I’m on the “I liked it a lot” but didn’t love it category. I have never really loved the Deeply Odd series of books the way I truly love Koontz’s book From the Corner of His Eye. But Koontz is one of the few sci fi and horror writers today who has a deeply Christian, and in Koontz’s case, Roman Catholic worldview undergirding his stories. It is perhaps for this reason that I overlook some of the flaws in his Odd Thomas series and instead cheer the universal truths espoused in his books.

(Warning! Spoiler Alert!)

Deeply Odd finds the character of Odd Thomas, the fry cook from Pico Mundo who sees the ghosts of the unquiet dead, with Annamaria and Thomas, the eerie never aging child rescued in the last book, in a cottage somewhere.  The mysterious tinkerbell he wears around his neck chimes, summoning him to the rescue of three children he sees in a vision.  Along the way, he finds himself in a parallel universe he dubs Elsewhere, not exactly hell but definitely not earth, either. He eventually discovers that the horrific vision of children being killed is part of a larger vision of evil. A Satanic cult, led by a man he dubs the Rhinestone Cowboy, is kidnapping children and plans to sacrifice them to their master. Odd Thomas, aided by a mysterious and kookie old lady named Edie Fischer, the ghost of Alfred Hitchcock, and a ghost dog named Boo must rescue the children, escape from an angry released demon, and avoid a pack of amoral Satanist.

Sounds like a crazy plot? It is.

All of the Odd Thomas books contain an element of the surreal. Heaven and hell are real places in Koontz’s books, and good and evil aren’t gray, murky, relativistic concepts. Instead, they are clearly defined concepts. Priests and nuns are the good guys (except when taken over by aliens, in which case you forgive them, because the aliens are running the show.) Dogs are always good. Cats get names like Terrible Chester and pee on shoes. (Okay, they do that in real life, too.) But throughout the books, there’s a golden thread of optimism and faith in human nature that makes Koontz’s books something beyond a mere horror novel. Yes, people die – sometimes in gruesome ways. Ask the guy in Deeply Odd who got his soul sucked out of his body by a six-eyed demon that escapes from Elsewhere. Yet like the old movies in which only the Nazis got killed in gruesome ways and the good guys died bloodless deaths, the man whose soul is eaten by the demon is a satanist, a cult member who is looking forward to murdering children.  That’s not to say that bad things don’t happen to good people; they do, especially in Koontz’s other books. Serafina in From the Corner of His Eye is raped as a young teenager by her physical therapist; children flee evil forces; bad things do happen. But in Koontz’s world, a loving God cares about the fall of the sparrow and the well being of a child and sends furry Golden Retrievers to shower children with love and affections. Is it any wonder I’m a fan of his books?

Deeply Odd does suffer from several literary flaws, but so do all the Odd Thomas books. Several readers who shared reviews of the book on Amazon panned the book for his “conservative speeches” but I don’t have an issue with conservative OR liberal speeches if the character in a book is clearly of that mindset. I do have an issue with Odd Thomas’ monologues in which he spins metaphor after metaphor. It’s a character trait that almost made me abandon the series at the start, and it hasn’t endeared itself to me or to many of the readers who disliked the book.

This book is indeed darker in tone than others in the series. Odd is a little down, but who wouldn’t be? He’s had to flee the job he loves, his girlfriend is dead, and he keeps getting plunged into metaphysical mysteries for which his love of cooking fluffy pancakes at the diner hasn’t prepared him.  All he yearns for is to return to his hometown and his simple life as a fry cook at the diner, but universal forces keep pushing him to confront the tangible manifestation of evil in today’s world. And that’s probably why I, among Koontz’s millions of fans worldwide, keep returning to this series.

The author said originally that there would be only six books in the series, but he has indeed left a cliff hanger and a big opening for a seventh book. I hope he does write it. I hope the series ends with Odd Thomas being happy. When you’re saddled with the first name of Odd, and baggage as big as a tractor trailer truck like his main character, readers tend to root for his eventual happiness.

Disclaimer: This is an unbiased review. I obtained a copy of the book Deeply Odd from the library.

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