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袠蟹斜褉邪薪懈褌械 褌胁芯褉斜懈 薪邪 孝. 袙. 小锌懈胁械褌
袟邪胁谢邪写褟胁邪褖 写械斜褞褌械薪 褉芯屑邪薪 蟹邪 芯锌懈褌邪 薪邪 谐械薪懈邪谢械薪 屑谢邪写 褍褔械薪 写邪 褋泻懈褑懈褉邪 褋胁械褌邪 胁 芯斜械屑 懈 褑胁褟褌, 蟹胁褍泻 懈 写胁懈卸械薪懈械, 胁泻褍褋 懈 屑懈褉懈褋, 屑懈薪邪谢芯 懈 斜褗写械褖械.
小泻褗锌芯 褋械屑械泄褋褌胁芯 小锌懈胁械褌,
袟邪屑懈薪邪胁邪屑 写邪 褋胁褗褉褕邪 械写薪邪 褉邪斜芯褌邪. 袧械 褋械 褌褉械胁芯卸械褌械. 些械 褋褗屑 写芯斜褉械. 些械 胁懈 锌懈褕邪. 袙褋懈褔泻芯 褖械 斜褗写械 薪邪褉械写 懈 械 薪邪褉械写. 袘谢邪谐芯写邪褉褟 胁懈, 褔械 褋械 谐褉懈卸懈褏褌械 蟹邪 屑械薪, 胁懈械 褋褌械 薪邪泄-写芯斜褉芯褌芯 褋械屑械泄褋褌胁芯.
袨斜懈褔邪屑 胁懈
孝.袙.
袛胁邪薪邪泄褋械褌谐芯写懈褕薪懈褟 孝. 袙. 小锌懈胁械褌 薪械芯褔邪泻胁邪薪芯 薪邪褍褔邪胁邪, 褔械 械 褍写芯褋褌芯械薪 褋 薪邪谐褉邪写邪褌邪 袘械褗褉写 薪邪 懈薪褋褌懈褌褍褌邪 小屑懈褌褋芯薪懈褗薪 蟹邪 懈蟹泻谢褞褔懈褌械谢薪芯 锌褉械褑懈蟹薪懈褌械 褋懈 械薪褌芯屑芯谢芯卸泻懈 懈谢褞褋褌褉邪褑懈懈, 薪芯 薪懈泻芯泄 芯褌 锌褉械褋褌懈卸薪懈褟 屑褍蟹械泄 薪械 锌芯写芯蟹懈褉邪 胁褗蟹褉邪褋褌褌邪 薪邪 褋褌懈锌械薪写懈邪薪褌邪.
袦芯屑褔械褌芯 蟹邪 锌褗褉胁懈 锌褗褌 薪邪锌褍褋泻邪 褉芯写薪芯褌芯 褉邪薪褔芯 胁 小褉械写薪懈褟 袟邪锌邪写, 蟹邪 写邪 懈写械 胁褗胁 袙邪褕懈薪谐褌芯薪 鈥� 褌邪泄薪芯, 褋邪屑芯, 薪芯褖械屑 懈 褋 胁谢邪泻, 胁褗芯褉褗卸械薪芯 械写懈薪褋褌胁械薪芯 褋 泻芯屑锌邪褋, 褋械泻褋褌邪薪褌, 褌械芯写芯谢懈褌, 谢褍锌邪, 褋褌邪褉邪 褋械屑械泄薪邪 褋薪懈屑泻邪 懈 薪褟泻芯谢泻芯 屑芯褉泻芯胁邪.
袩褉械泻芯褋褟胁邪薪械褌芯 薪邪 泻芯薪褌懈薪械薪褌邪 谐芯 懈蟹胁械卸写邪 芯褌 屑芯薪芯褌芯薪薪懈褟 卸懈胁芯褌 胁褗胁 褎械褉屑邪褌邪, 泻褗写械褌芯 芯褋薪芯胁薪芯褌芯 屑褍 褉邪蟹薪芯芯斜褉邪蟹懈械 械 写邪 褋泻懈褑懈褉邪 胁懈写褟薪芯褌芯 懈 写邪 泻邪褉褌芯谐褉邪褎懈褉邪 胁褋褟泻邪 谐褗薪泻邪 薪邪 芯泻芯谢薪芯褋褌褌邪. 袩褗褌褍胁邪薪械褌芯 屑褍 芯斜邪褔械 褋械 芯泻邪蟹胁邪 械写薪芯胁褉械屑械薪薪芯 锌褉懈斜谢懈卸邪胁邪薪械 泻褗屑 泻芯褉械薪懈褌械, 锌褉懈写胁懈卸胁懈薪械 泻褗屑 薪械锌芯蟹薪邪褌芯褌芯, 芯褌泻褉懈胁邪薪械 薪邪 谢褞斜芯胁褌邪 懈 蟹邪胁褉褗褖邪薪械 泻褗屑 褋械斜械 褋懈.
袙 械褉邪褌邪 薪邪 褋邪褌械谢懈褌懈, 褉懈邪谢懈褌懈, 锌芯锌-褗锌 褉械泻谢邪屑懈 懈 褋胁褉褗褏褋泻芯褉芯褋褌懈, 泻芯谐邪褌芯 袚褍谐褗谢 械 薪芯胁懈褟褌 懈薪褎芯褉屑邪褑懈芯薪械薪 袘芯谐, 鈥炐⊙娦毖€邪薪懈褌械 褌胁芯褉斜懈 薪邪 孝. 袙. 小锌懈胁械褌鈥� 褋邪 褋锌邪褋懈褌械谢械薪 芯褋褌褉芯胁 褋褉械褖褍 褍褉邪谐邪薪邪 薪邪 屑芯写械褉薪芯褋褌褌邪. 袪懈泄褎 袥邪褉褋械薪 锌褉械芯斜褉褗褖邪 锌褉械写褋褌邪胁邪褌邪 胁懈 蟹邪 泻薪懈谐邪褌邪 鈥� 褌邪泻邪胁邪, 泻邪泻胁邪褌芯 褟 锌芯蟹薪邪胁邪褌械, 懈蟹锌褉邪蟹胁邪 屑芯蟹褗泻邪 胁懈, 褋褌芯锌谢褟 褋褗褉褑械褌芯 胁懈 懈 胁懈 蟹邪锌褉邪褖邪 胁 褍褞褌邪 薪邪 锌芯谢褍写械褌懈薪褋泻芯褌芯 胁褗蟹锌褉懈褟褌懈械 薪邪 褋胁械褌邪.
小泻褗锌芯 褋械屑械泄褋褌胁芯 小锌懈胁械褌,
袟邪屑懈薪邪胁邪屑 写邪 褋胁褗褉褕邪 械写薪邪 褉邪斜芯褌邪. 袧械 褋械 褌褉械胁芯卸械褌械. 些械 褋褗屑 写芯斜褉械. 些械 胁懈 锌懈褕邪. 袙褋懈褔泻芯 褖械 斜褗写械 薪邪褉械写 懈 械 薪邪褉械写. 袘谢邪谐芯写邪褉褟 胁懈, 褔械 褋械 谐褉懈卸懈褏褌械 蟹邪 屑械薪, 胁懈械 褋褌械 薪邪泄-写芯斜褉芯褌芯 褋械屑械泄褋褌胁芯.
袨斜懈褔邪屑 胁懈
孝.袙.
袛胁邪薪邪泄褋械褌谐芯写懈褕薪懈褟 孝. 袙. 小锌懈胁械褌 薪械芯褔邪泻胁邪薪芯 薪邪褍褔邪胁邪, 褔械 械 褍写芯褋褌芯械薪 褋 薪邪谐褉邪写邪褌邪 袘械褗褉写 薪邪 懈薪褋褌懈褌褍褌邪 小屑懈褌褋芯薪懈褗薪 蟹邪 懈蟹泻谢褞褔懈褌械谢薪芯 锌褉械褑懈蟹薪懈褌械 褋懈 械薪褌芯屑芯谢芯卸泻懈 懈谢褞褋褌褉邪褑懈懈, 薪芯 薪懈泻芯泄 芯褌 锌褉械褋褌懈卸薪懈褟 屑褍蟹械泄 薪械 锌芯写芯蟹懈褉邪 胁褗蟹褉邪褋褌褌邪 薪邪 褋褌懈锌械薪写懈邪薪褌邪.
袦芯屑褔械褌芯 蟹邪 锌褗褉胁懈 锌褗褌 薪邪锌褍褋泻邪 褉芯写薪芯褌芯 褉邪薪褔芯 胁 小褉械写薪懈褟 袟邪锌邪写, 蟹邪 写邪 懈写械 胁褗胁 袙邪褕懈薪谐褌芯薪 鈥� 褌邪泄薪芯, 褋邪屑芯, 薪芯褖械屑 懈 褋 胁谢邪泻, 胁褗芯褉褗卸械薪芯 械写懈薪褋褌胁械薪芯 褋 泻芯屑锌邪褋, 褋械泻褋褌邪薪褌, 褌械芯写芯谢懈褌, 谢褍锌邪, 褋褌邪褉邪 褋械屑械泄薪邪 褋薪懈屑泻邪 懈 薪褟泻芯谢泻芯 屑芯褉泻芯胁邪.
袩褉械泻芯褋褟胁邪薪械褌芯 薪邪 泻芯薪褌懈薪械薪褌邪 谐芯 懈蟹胁械卸写邪 芯褌 屑芯薪芯褌芯薪薪懈褟 卸懈胁芯褌 胁褗胁 褎械褉屑邪褌邪, 泻褗写械褌芯 芯褋薪芯胁薪芯褌芯 屑褍 褉邪蟹薪芯芯斜褉邪蟹懈械 械 写邪 褋泻懈褑懈褉邪 胁懈写褟薪芯褌芯 懈 写邪 泻邪褉褌芯谐褉邪褎懈褉邪 胁褋褟泻邪 谐褗薪泻邪 薪邪 芯泻芯谢薪芯褋褌褌邪. 袩褗褌褍胁邪薪械褌芯 屑褍 芯斜邪褔械 褋械 芯泻邪蟹胁邪 械写薪芯胁褉械屑械薪薪芯 锌褉懈斜谢懈卸邪胁邪薪械 泻褗屑 泻芯褉械薪懈褌械, 锌褉懈写胁懈卸胁懈薪械 泻褗屑 薪械锌芯蟹薪邪褌芯褌芯, 芯褌泻褉懈胁邪薪械 薪邪 谢褞斜芯胁褌邪 懈 蟹邪胁褉褗褖邪薪械 泻褗屑 褋械斜械 褋懈.
袙 械褉邪褌邪 薪邪 褋邪褌械谢懈褌懈, 褉懈邪谢懈褌懈, 锌芯锌-褗锌 褉械泻谢邪屑懈 懈 褋胁褉褗褏褋泻芯褉芯褋褌懈, 泻芯谐邪褌芯 袚褍谐褗谢 械 薪芯胁懈褟褌 懈薪褎芯褉屑邪褑懈芯薪械薪 袘芯谐, 鈥炐⊙娦毖€邪薪懈褌械 褌胁芯褉斜懈 薪邪 孝. 袙. 小锌懈胁械褌鈥� 褋邪 褋锌邪褋懈褌械谢械薪 芯褋褌褉芯胁 褋褉械褖褍 褍褉邪谐邪薪邪 薪邪 屑芯写械褉薪芯褋褌褌邪. 袪懈泄褎 袥邪褉褋械薪 锌褉械芯斜褉褗褖邪 锌褉械写褋褌邪胁邪褌邪 胁懈 蟹邪 泻薪懈谐邪褌邪 鈥� 褌邪泻邪胁邪, 泻邪泻胁邪褌芯 褟 锌芯蟹薪邪胁邪褌械, 懈蟹锌褉邪蟹胁邪 屑芯蟹褗泻邪 胁懈, 褋褌芯锌谢褟 褋褗褉褑械褌芯 胁懈 懈 胁懈 蟹邪锌褉邪褖邪 胁 褍褞褌邪 薪邪 锌芯谢褍写械褌懈薪褋泻芯褌芯 胁褗蟹锌褉懈褟褌懈械 薪邪 褋胁械褌邪.
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First published January 1, 2009
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Reif Larsen
15听books160听followersReif Larsen鈥檚 first novel, The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet, was a New York Times bestseller and is currently translated into twenty-seven languages. The novel was shortlisted for the Guardian First Book Award and the James Tait Black memorial Prize and was adapted into a movie by Jean-Pierre Jeunet (础尘茅濒颈别). Larsen's essays and fiction have appeared in The New York Times, The Guardian, Tin House, One Story, The Millions, Virginia Quarterly Review, Travel + Leisure, Asymptote Journal and The Believer. Larsen is currently serving as the International Writer-in-Residence at the University of St Andrews in Scotland. His second novel, I Am Radar, was published in 2015 by Penguin Press in the US and Harvill Secker in the UK.
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October 25, 2009
I first found Mr. T.S. Spivet, geographer-savant, while browsing an airport bookstore. Secretly, I was hoping to find something I could download to my Sony eReader, but found myself hopelessly bound to the hardback copy of Larsen's debut novel due to its ingenious inclusion of hundreds of sketches taken from the protagonist's notebooks and journals. Upon reading, I became enraptured at once by the language, the setting, and the powerful characters. By page 103, I knew I had found a new favorite book of 2009 and was already making notes for my 5-star rating on 欧宝娱乐.
If only I had stopped there. To be true to the method of the book, I have included my own sketch of what happened to me while reading it.
The Y-axis shows the stars I intended to give the book, the X-axis plots the number of pages I read. You can clearly see that by the end, I was close to giving the book one star, but have chosen to go with two just because I still recall fondly the affection I held for it up through the first hundred pages.
Where to start? Firstly, bravo to Mr. Larsen for crafting such a spectacular setting in the wide-open Montana sky and filling it with a backstory that just begged for revelation. I am still in awe of many passages and literary devices included, not the least of which is the allegorical use of the Continental Divide. Impressive.
However, while I admire Mr. Larsen's MFA from Columbia, it evidently only provided 103 pages of literary training because the book fails to deliver on all that richness. As my sketch indicates, there was a golden moment at around page 300 when it appeared that the author intended to reveal a meta-story -- an explanation for why so much magic and serendipity could transpire in the life of a single individual. I began to salivate over the possibilities, certain the the author would redeem himself.
He did not. Or if he did, I totally missed it. Either way, I am saddened. Here's what I wanted to have happen (sans spoilers of any kind):
I imagined we'd find that the tragic family incident that haunts the book so effectively in the first act would turn out to be much more complex than we had imagined. That perhaps, the protagonist had also been involved in some way as to not escape injury and that the elaborate implausibilty of the book would represent his journey through his own self-understanding as he either joined his loved one in death or made the choice not to. If you've read the book, you just might understand what I am saying. If not, solicit Mr. Larsen for permission for me to write the ending I hoped for. I would start on, say, page 319.
P.S. - I will be reading whatever Mr. Larsen writes next because this book had so much potential, I'm sure he'll find his way to paying it off next time 'round. Sure as shootin', pardner.
If only I had stopped there. To be true to the method of the book, I have included my own sketch of what happened to me while reading it.
The Y-axis shows the stars I intended to give the book, the X-axis plots the number of pages I read. You can clearly see that by the end, I was close to giving the book one star, but have chosen to go with two just because I still recall fondly the affection I held for it up through the first hundred pages.
Where to start? Firstly, bravo to Mr. Larsen for crafting such a spectacular setting in the wide-open Montana sky and filling it with a backstory that just begged for revelation. I am still in awe of many passages and literary devices included, not the least of which is the allegorical use of the Continental Divide. Impressive.
However, while I admire Mr. Larsen's MFA from Columbia, it evidently only provided 103 pages of literary training because the book fails to deliver on all that richness. As my sketch indicates, there was a golden moment at around page 300 when it appeared that the author intended to reveal a meta-story -- an explanation for why so much magic and serendipity could transpire in the life of a single individual. I began to salivate over the possibilities, certain the the author would redeem himself.
He did not. Or if he did, I totally missed it. Either way, I am saddened. Here's what I wanted to have happen (sans spoilers of any kind):
I imagined we'd find that the tragic family incident that haunts the book so effectively in the first act would turn out to be much more complex than we had imagined. That perhaps, the protagonist had also been involved in some way as to not escape injury and that the elaborate implausibilty of the book would represent his journey through his own self-understanding as he either joined his loved one in death or made the choice not to. If you've read the book, you just might understand what I am saying. If not, solicit Mr. Larsen for permission for me to write the ending I hoped for. I would start on, say, page 319.
P.S. - I will be reading whatever Mr. Larsen writes next because this book had so much potential, I'm sure he'll find his way to paying it off next time 'round. Sure as shootin', pardner.
June 1, 2021
Der 12-j盲hrige T.S. Spivet lebt auf einer Farm in Montana zusammen mit seinen Eltern und seiner Schwester Gracie. Sein Vater ist ein wortkarger Cowboy, seine Mutter eine erfolglose Wissenschaftlerin. Seine 盲ltere Schwester Gracie ist ganz okay, kann aber schnell beleidigt sein.
Ja, und dann war da noch sein Bruder Layton, der vor einiger Zeit bei einem Unfall in der Scheune ums Leben kam. Seitdem ist alles anders geworden, und T.S. fl眉chtet in seine eigene Welt. Seine Welt; das sind seine Notizb眉cher, in denen er einfach alles zeichnerisch festh盲lt, was ihn bewegt. Er zeichnet f眉r sein Leben gern und ist auch ziemlich gut darin. So gut sogar, dass er eine Einladung nach Washington erh盲lt. Er soll im Smithsonian eine Rede halten. Als er per Telefonanruf diese Einladung erh盲lt, 盲ndert sich sein Leben schlagartig. Er begibt sich heimlich und allein auf die weite und nicht ganz ungef盲hrliche Reise in den Osten...
**
Dieses Buch ist allein 盲u脽erlich schon eine Augenweide. Zun盲chst ist das Format gr枚脽er, als man es gew枚hnlich von B眉chern kennt. Das liegt daran, dass neben der eigentlichen Geschichte immer wieder Zeichnungen hinzugef眉gt wurden. Sie bereichern dieses Buch und machen es zu etwas Au脽ergew枚hnlichem. Aber trotz der wundersch枚nen Aufmachung muss ich doch leider sagen, dass mich die Geschichte an sich nicht immer fesseln konnte. Einige Abschnitte waren f眉r mich doch etwas langatmig...
Ja, und dann war da noch sein Bruder Layton, der vor einiger Zeit bei einem Unfall in der Scheune ums Leben kam. Seitdem ist alles anders geworden, und T.S. fl眉chtet in seine eigene Welt. Seine Welt; das sind seine Notizb眉cher, in denen er einfach alles zeichnerisch festh盲lt, was ihn bewegt. Er zeichnet f眉r sein Leben gern und ist auch ziemlich gut darin. So gut sogar, dass er eine Einladung nach Washington erh盲lt. Er soll im Smithsonian eine Rede halten. Als er per Telefonanruf diese Einladung erh盲lt, 盲ndert sich sein Leben schlagartig. Er begibt sich heimlich und allein auf die weite und nicht ganz ungef盲hrliche Reise in den Osten...
**
Dieses Buch ist allein 盲u脽erlich schon eine Augenweide. Zun盲chst ist das Format gr枚脽er, als man es gew枚hnlich von B眉chern kennt. Das liegt daran, dass neben der eigentlichen Geschichte immer wieder Zeichnungen hinzugef眉gt wurden. Sie bereichern dieses Buch und machen es zu etwas Au脽ergew枚hnlichem. Aber trotz der wundersch枚nen Aufmachung muss ich doch leider sagen, dass mich die Geschichte an sich nicht immer fesseln konnte. Einige Abschnitte waren f眉r mich doch etwas langatmig...
June 16, 2024
An extraordinary book that defies categorisation. It purports to be the notes of a 12 year old boy prodigy who is obsessed with making "maps" (including all sorts of illustrations and diagrams, both literal representations and more metaphorical). Several are published in respected journals and when he unexpectedly wins a fellowship of the Smithsonian, he runs away from his family's ranch in Montana to attend the event and give a speech in Washington DC.
TS' life story
The first two thirds concern TS's life and journey, and the narrative is heavily annotated with notes and diagrams. His father is a cowboy rancher and his mother a somewhat detached entomologist he calls "Dr Clair". He is clever, analytical and talented, but still has toys, fears, and occasional imaginary conversations with inanimate objects.
As well as his own story, occasional mentions of his younger brother's death in a shooting accident gradually build up a sad sub-plot. There are also two long passages of biographical notes of an ancestor who was a pioneering female scientist; they were too substantial and thus intrusive for my taste.
Final stretch
The last third of the book is completely different and not nearly as good. It loses all credibility as the plot seems more like something from Dan Brown: a mysterious old man, secret societies, secret underground passages, wormholes and adults who ignore all aspects of caring for someone else's (injured) child. Very disappointing.
Enjoyable because
Nevertheless, there are delights in the book. The passion and compulsion of explaining things visually is wonderful:
"I think we are born with a map of the entire world in our heads... The patterns are already there and I see the map in my head and draw it... part of the reason I drew my maps in the first place: to return the unfamiliar to the familiar... an unfinished map always left a little tickle in the back of my throat."
Mapping is an act "of translation and transcendence":
"Aa map does not just chart, it unlocks and formulates meaning; it forms bridges between here and there, between disparate ideas that we didn't know were previously connected."
TS has a intuitive appreciation of landscape:
"The railway tracks cut straight ahead, asking no questions of the bedrock... the river talked with the land as it wound its way through the valley" versus "the serpentine geography of civilisation... a collective obsession with the comforting logic of right angles."
Less literally:
"The air was not filled with thought bubbles or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world."
There is humour too. He has
"The kind of mother who would teach you the periodic table while feeding you porridge but not the type, in this age of global terrorism and child kidnappers, to ask who might be calling her children."
And fear:
"Past midnight, sounds in old houses were no longer governed by the laws of cause and effect."
YA audience
Maybe this book would appeal more to 12 year old boys; I'm not sure. It reminds me a little of Mark Haddon's , and TS does have slight ASD tendencies (feeling uneasy about the "naked wooden square" of a pencil that was missing its rubber and grooved metal ring, for example).
In some ways, I think it only deserves 3*, but it is so original and so beautifully presented, that I've given it 4*.
See also
鈥� For a magical-realist slant on map-making, see Alix E Harrow's short story, The Autobiography of a Traitor and a Half-Savage, which I reviewed HERE.
鈥� The arrival of uninvited outsiders, plus a hired map-maker, change a remote English village forever. See my review of Jim Crace's Harvest HERE.
TS' life story
The first two thirds concern TS's life and journey, and the narrative is heavily annotated with notes and diagrams. His father is a cowboy rancher and his mother a somewhat detached entomologist he calls "Dr Clair". He is clever, analytical and talented, but still has toys, fears, and occasional imaginary conversations with inanimate objects.
As well as his own story, occasional mentions of his younger brother's death in a shooting accident gradually build up a sad sub-plot. There are also two long passages of biographical notes of an ancestor who was a pioneering female scientist; they were too substantial and thus intrusive for my taste.
Final stretch
The last third of the book is completely different and not nearly as good. It loses all credibility as the plot seems more like something from Dan Brown: a mysterious old man, secret societies, secret underground passages, wormholes and adults who ignore all aspects of caring for someone else's (injured) child. Very disappointing.
Enjoyable because
Nevertheless, there are delights in the book. The passion and compulsion of explaining things visually is wonderful:
"I think we are born with a map of the entire world in our heads... The patterns are already there and I see the map in my head and draw it... part of the reason I drew my maps in the first place: to return the unfamiliar to the familiar... an unfinished map always left a little tickle in the back of my throat."
Mapping is an act "of translation and transcendence":
"Aa map does not just chart, it unlocks and formulates meaning; it forms bridges between here and there, between disparate ideas that we didn't know were previously connected."
TS has a intuitive appreciation of landscape:
"The railway tracks cut straight ahead, asking no questions of the bedrock... the river talked with the land as it wound its way through the valley" versus "the serpentine geography of civilisation... a collective obsession with the comforting logic of right angles."
Less literally:
"The air was not filled with thought bubbles or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world."
There is humour too. He has
"The kind of mother who would teach you the periodic table while feeding you porridge but not the type, in this age of global terrorism and child kidnappers, to ask who might be calling her children."
And fear:
"Past midnight, sounds in old houses were no longer governed by the laws of cause and effect."
YA audience
Maybe this book would appeal more to 12 year old boys; I'm not sure. It reminds me a little of Mark Haddon's , and TS does have slight ASD tendencies (feeling uneasy about the "naked wooden square" of a pencil that was missing its rubber and grooved metal ring, for example).
In some ways, I think it only deserves 3*, but it is so original and so beautifully presented, that I've given it 4*.
See also
鈥� For a magical-realist slant on map-making, see Alix E Harrow's short story, The Autobiography of a Traitor and a Half-Savage, which I reviewed HERE.
鈥� The arrival of uninvited outsiders, plus a hired map-maker, change a remote English village forever. See my review of Jim Crace's Harvest HERE.
May 6, 2010
There are some books that touch me more than others, some characters that I love to love and love to hate.
But nothing and no one has made my heart ache the way this book has. In this book, Reif Larsen has created a story so beautiful in its simplicity and at the same time, filled with layers and layers of complexity. This book reminds me of ancient artifacts, items handled with loving care through time, to be held in your hands with reverence and wonder that something can last so long and be so important.
The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet is a journey, both personal and literal. T.S. Spivet, the plucky 12-year old cartographer, sets off on an adventure across the country to get to the Smithsonian to give a speech. We, as readers, journey through T.S.'s mind and life, and the journey is wondrous. We come in contact with his family, his ancestors, the strangers he meets, and the places he sees. And we come to know T.S., which is perhaps, one of the most rewarding parts of this book.
T.S. is a twelve year old mapmaker, raised on an isolated Montana ranch. He views the world through the eyes of a map maker, wishing to chart and depict everything he sees. And he does. His sidebars show us his diagrams of Gracie shucking corn, of his father's facial expressions, of the amount of 12 year old boys pinching honey nut cheerios at the same time. His take on the world is refreshing, seen through the analytical eyes of a scientist with the curiosity of a young boy and the heart of a lonely one. I love T.S. because he has an artless way of viewing life, analyzing it, confused when it doesn't add up, but nevertheless smiles and enjoys it. He never gives into his fear, always facing everything as it comes. He puts himself on a train, faces threatening hobos, and the sea of 783 eyes that all claim to know more than him. His bravery amazes me, his wit amuses me, and his loneliness breaks my heart. I felt simultaneous tugs of sadness and ruefulness at his map of loneliness, complete with earbuds and a caption that says you're not alone. He has an insight into the little rituals of our reality that makes me want to laugh and cry.
We journey with T.S., through his past with the diary of his ancestor, Emma Osterville Engelthorpe, and through the ditry bowels of Chicago to the revered halls of the Smithsonian. Once there, T.S. questions the world as we know it, raising questions and showing the pompous scientists that this little boy has more wisdom than they even know. He makes some of the most profound observations and with the simplicity and beauty that only children achieve. He learns about celebrity and thingymabobs and his father and mother, he learns about secret societies and homesickness.
This book is a rich experience, from start to end, and one of my favorites. For the first time in my life, I deliberately lingered over a book, savoring the words Larsen puts on the pages. Each character and moment is lovingly handcrafted and really shows a depth to writing that so few authors achieve. I didn't do the book any justice at all, but it truly is a glorious book to be read again and again.
Several months later, 1st ReRead: Amazing. This book could never disappoint me. The second time around, I'm discovering tiny magical details, making new connections, and enjoying it all over again.
But nothing and no one has made my heart ache the way this book has. In this book, Reif Larsen has created a story so beautiful in its simplicity and at the same time, filled with layers and layers of complexity. This book reminds me of ancient artifacts, items handled with loving care through time, to be held in your hands with reverence and wonder that something can last so long and be so important.
The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet is a journey, both personal and literal. T.S. Spivet, the plucky 12-year old cartographer, sets off on an adventure across the country to get to the Smithsonian to give a speech. We, as readers, journey through T.S.'s mind and life, and the journey is wondrous. We come in contact with his family, his ancestors, the strangers he meets, and the places he sees. And we come to know T.S., which is perhaps, one of the most rewarding parts of this book.
T.S. is a twelve year old mapmaker, raised on an isolated Montana ranch. He views the world through the eyes of a map maker, wishing to chart and depict everything he sees. And he does. His sidebars show us his diagrams of Gracie shucking corn, of his father's facial expressions, of the amount of 12 year old boys pinching honey nut cheerios at the same time. His take on the world is refreshing, seen through the analytical eyes of a scientist with the curiosity of a young boy and the heart of a lonely one. I love T.S. because he has an artless way of viewing life, analyzing it, confused when it doesn't add up, but nevertheless smiles and enjoys it. He never gives into his fear, always facing everything as it comes. He puts himself on a train, faces threatening hobos, and the sea of 783 eyes that all claim to know more than him. His bravery amazes me, his wit amuses me, and his loneliness breaks my heart. I felt simultaneous tugs of sadness and ruefulness at his map of loneliness, complete with earbuds and a caption that says you're not alone. He has an insight into the little rituals of our reality that makes me want to laugh and cry.
We journey with T.S., through his past with the diary of his ancestor, Emma Osterville Engelthorpe, and through the ditry bowels of Chicago to the revered halls of the Smithsonian. Once there, T.S. questions the world as we know it, raising questions and showing the pompous scientists that this little boy has more wisdom than they even know. He makes some of the most profound observations and with the simplicity and beauty that only children achieve. He learns about celebrity and thingymabobs and his father and mother, he learns about secret societies and homesickness.
This book is a rich experience, from start to end, and one of my favorites. For the first time in my life, I deliberately lingered over a book, savoring the words Larsen puts on the pages. Each character and moment is lovingly handcrafted and really shows a depth to writing that so few authors achieve. I didn't do the book any justice at all, but it truly is a glorious book to be read again and again.
Several months later, 1st ReRead: Amazing. This book could never disappoint me. The second time around, I'm discovering tiny magical details, making new connections, and enjoying it all over again.
Read
February 7, 2010I started this book ravenously--Science! Youth! Grief!--then I lost momentum. Then I fell into it again--Adventure! Bloodshed! Secret Societies!--then I became cynical about it. (One character says, 鈥淕rief, youth, science鈥� People are so goddamn predictable. I should write a book about how to suckerpunch people into caring.鈥�) When I finally finished it, I put it down with a fair respect for both its accomplishments and its shortcomings.
Here鈥檚 the hook: 12-year-old cartographer genius Tecumseh Sparrow (TS) Spivet goes on an adventure and fills the margins of his story with notes and illustrations that offer clever visual representations of verbal information. Compelling!
Here鈥檚 the rub: TS lives with his parents鈥攚ho are as one-dimensional a cowboy and scientist as can be; Dad rarely speaks without apostrophes, and Mom rarely retreats from her work鈥攁nd his sister, who teenybops through most of her time on the page. They all live with the shadow of Layton, TS鈥� younger brother who died in a gun accident. These and other characters develop little. In fact, I鈥檓 not sure there are any real people in this novel. Boo!
But the adventure and dramatic scenarios are enjoyable just the same: We quickly learn that TS has won a great prize from the Smithsonian for his drawing portfolio, and the novel recounts the story of his solo adventure to DC, which leads to our revelations and his surprising discoveries about his family. (But how old is TS when he tells the story? The voice never quite settles down.)
The story takes three parts, and their differences evoke a kind of structural schizophrenia:
The first section (鈥淭he West鈥�) reads like a character-driven novel set in the mountains of Montana. (Is that redundant? Mountains of Montana?) TS navigates his gruff and silent father, his meticulous and officious mother, his irritable and angst-ridden sister, and the demons of his brother鈥檚 death. His charts and diagrams make us see everything in new ways, but still we wonder what makes this family fit together. This could be a novel in itself.
But then we鈥檙e off! The second section (鈥淭he Crossing鈥�) lulls us into the genealogy of the Spivet family and the emptiness of the Great Plains. Stolen notebooks read like historical fiction and the ennui of the plains turns into a wormhole. Suddenly there鈥檚 magical realism and life-threatening bloodshed. Action! Alas, however, the diagrams become less interesting and less profound.
And then the third section (鈥淭he East鈥�) juices us with a secret society thriller that reads like a cross between teen fiction and political diatribe: teenagers navigate secret tunnels between governmental halls of power, adults bicker senselessly like children while hatching plans against the president and his administration, mysterious characters from TS鈥� journey impossibly turn out to have been insiders all along. What?! Suddenly, Plot cashes out and Suspension of Disbelief asks us for a loan the size of the national debt. The more pages I turned, the more I wanted to know what happened next, but the more the mystery-thriller undercut what little serious interest I had in TS and his family as characters.
What saves The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet for me are the wonderful verbal/visual puzzles, the occasional moment of literary sleight-of-hand (the sparrows! The worm hole! The subtle foreshadowing!), and, of course: science, youth, and grief. Reading parts of this was truly electric, even if it doesn't fully redeem characters I don鈥檛 believe in and an inconsistent frame for the narrative at large.
Do I recommend it? Yes, for escape on a rainy day.
Would I teach it? Not likely, though I might excerpt some passages and pictures.
Related Texts: Pale Fire; The Da Vinci Code, Illustrated Edition; The Answer is Always Yes
Lasting impressions: Boy genius, broken family, secret society thriller. The Selected Works of TS Spivet wants to be everything, but it doesn鈥檛 fully succeed. Along the way, however, it does elicit some moments of emotional pull, and it entertains us and opens up new possibilities for the novel. That's no mean feat.
Here鈥檚 the hook: 12-year-old cartographer genius Tecumseh Sparrow (TS) Spivet goes on an adventure and fills the margins of his story with notes and illustrations that offer clever visual representations of verbal information. Compelling!
Here鈥檚 the rub: TS lives with his parents鈥攚ho are as one-dimensional a cowboy and scientist as can be; Dad rarely speaks without apostrophes, and Mom rarely retreats from her work鈥攁nd his sister, who teenybops through most of her time on the page. They all live with the shadow of Layton, TS鈥� younger brother who died in a gun accident. These and other characters develop little. In fact, I鈥檓 not sure there are any real people in this novel. Boo!
But the adventure and dramatic scenarios are enjoyable just the same: We quickly learn that TS has won a great prize from the Smithsonian for his drawing portfolio, and the novel recounts the story of his solo adventure to DC, which leads to our revelations and his surprising discoveries about his family. (But how old is TS when he tells the story? The voice never quite settles down.)
The story takes three parts, and their differences evoke a kind of structural schizophrenia:
The first section (鈥淭he West鈥�) reads like a character-driven novel set in the mountains of Montana. (Is that redundant? Mountains of Montana?) TS navigates his gruff and silent father, his meticulous and officious mother, his irritable and angst-ridden sister, and the demons of his brother鈥檚 death. His charts and diagrams make us see everything in new ways, but still we wonder what makes this family fit together. This could be a novel in itself.
But then we鈥檙e off! The second section (鈥淭he Crossing鈥�) lulls us into the genealogy of the Spivet family and the emptiness of the Great Plains. Stolen notebooks read like historical fiction and the ennui of the plains turns into a wormhole. Suddenly there鈥檚 magical realism and life-threatening bloodshed. Action! Alas, however, the diagrams become less interesting and less profound.
And then the third section (鈥淭he East鈥�) juices us with a secret society thriller that reads like a cross between teen fiction and political diatribe: teenagers navigate secret tunnels between governmental halls of power, adults bicker senselessly like children while hatching plans against the president and his administration, mysterious characters from TS鈥� journey impossibly turn out to have been insiders all along. What?! Suddenly, Plot cashes out and Suspension of Disbelief asks us for a loan the size of the national debt. The more pages I turned, the more I wanted to know what happened next, but the more the mystery-thriller undercut what little serious interest I had in TS and his family as characters.
What saves The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet for me are the wonderful verbal/visual puzzles, the occasional moment of literary sleight-of-hand (the sparrows! The worm hole! The subtle foreshadowing!), and, of course: science, youth, and grief. Reading parts of this was truly electric, even if it doesn't fully redeem characters I don鈥檛 believe in and an inconsistent frame for the narrative at large.
Do I recommend it? Yes, for escape on a rainy day.
Would I teach it? Not likely, though I might excerpt some passages and pictures.
Related Texts: Pale Fire; The Da Vinci Code, Illustrated Edition; The Answer is Always Yes
Lasting impressions: Boy genius, broken family, secret society thriller. The Selected Works of TS Spivet wants to be everything, but it doesn鈥檛 fully succeed. Along the way, however, it does elicit some moments of emotional pull, and it entertains us and opens up new possibilities for the novel. That's no mean feat.
Read
July 8, 2013You might think that novel readers would be pretty immune to the scourge of looksism (if you haven鈥檛 got the looks you ism worth my time) which saturates the rest of the entertainment biz. There is the lure of the pretty cover, of course 鈥� who doesn鈥檛 want to be seen in public with this on your arm
Rather than this
But we aren鈥檛 like 14, we have better reasons when we choose our novels than just the sexy covers, don鈥檛 we? Yeah, sure we do. We鈥檝e half-read a review somewhere or somebody mentioned that they liked this or wasn鈥檛 it on tv? And isn鈥檛 the author married to somebody? I think it won an award. It鈥檚 got a good title. All good reasons to read a novel.
But I ended up with The Selected Works of T.S.Spivet out of pure looksism. It鈥檚 so pretty. It pretends to be by this brilliant 12 year old boy who 鈥渕aps鈥� everything, i.e. makes beautiful quasi-scientific diagrams of everything 鈥� My First Inertia Experiment, Drainage Patterns in the Stubborn Bitterroots, Father Drinks Whiskey with a Sensational Degree of Regularity, etc etc, 鈥� so the whole large-sized book is crammed with gorgeous marginalia, little digressions, flocks of birds irrupting from the south west corner, exploded diagrams of cars, genealogies, on and on.
This makes the in-store browsing of the book a rare delight, but the actual reading of the book as slow as a snail with bad shoes and a poor attitude.
But also 鈥� I found out that not only the format was cute but the characters were cute and the story was cute too. It began to be 鈥� aarrgghhhh can鈥檛 breathe鈥ute overload鈥ute overload鈥� . You have this family with the boy genius, his 16 year old sassy sister, his tragic brother, his cowboy father and his scientist mother who he calls Dr. Clair. There鈥檚 a dog called Verywell upon whom several pages are expended. The boy goes on a quest. Uh oh. This is all beginning to look like a mashup of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and the Glass Family stories. As I read I could tell the numerous quirky incidents and digressions where I was supposed to feel the love for this novel, they weren鈥檛 hard to miss, but I did not feel the love for this novel, I felt the massive irritation. Our narrator is a 12 year old windbag. He thinks everything is interesting. He never shuts up. He never uses one word where a bucketful will do.
Everything is not interesting however. I knew that. But I must learn - once again - that looks aren鈥檛 everything.
Rather than this
But we aren鈥檛 like 14, we have better reasons when we choose our novels than just the sexy covers, don鈥檛 we? Yeah, sure we do. We鈥檝e half-read a review somewhere or somebody mentioned that they liked this or wasn鈥檛 it on tv? And isn鈥檛 the author married to somebody? I think it won an award. It鈥檚 got a good title. All good reasons to read a novel.
But I ended up with The Selected Works of T.S.Spivet out of pure looksism. It鈥檚 so pretty. It pretends to be by this brilliant 12 year old boy who 鈥渕aps鈥� everything, i.e. makes beautiful quasi-scientific diagrams of everything 鈥� My First Inertia Experiment, Drainage Patterns in the Stubborn Bitterroots, Father Drinks Whiskey with a Sensational Degree of Regularity, etc etc, 鈥� so the whole large-sized book is crammed with gorgeous marginalia, little digressions, flocks of birds irrupting from the south west corner, exploded diagrams of cars, genealogies, on and on.
This makes the in-store browsing of the book a rare delight, but the actual reading of the book as slow as a snail with bad shoes and a poor attitude.
But also 鈥� I found out that not only the format was cute but the characters were cute and the story was cute too. It began to be 鈥� aarrgghhhh can鈥檛 breathe鈥ute overload鈥ute overload鈥� . You have this family with the boy genius, his 16 year old sassy sister, his tragic brother, his cowboy father and his scientist mother who he calls Dr. Clair. There鈥檚 a dog called Verywell upon whom several pages are expended. The boy goes on a quest. Uh oh. This is all beginning to look like a mashup of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and the Glass Family stories. As I read I could tell the numerous quirky incidents and digressions where I was supposed to feel the love for this novel, they weren鈥檛 hard to miss, but I did not feel the love for this novel, I felt the massive irritation. Our narrator is a 12 year old windbag. He thinks everything is interesting. He never shuts up. He never uses one word where a bucketful will do.
Everything is not interesting however. I knew that. But I must learn - once again - that looks aren鈥檛 everything.
July 10, 2022
I absolutely loved this book. A hero's journey involving a 12-year-old cartography genius that examines how to find one's place in the world. Themes of healing from grief, women in science, hobo widsom, secret societies, and more. Heartwarming and moving. Would recommend to fans of coming-of-age fiction and smart contemporary fiction like Lessons in Chemistry.
August 19, 2011
This book has great shelf appeal. It's got a gazillion illustrations ostensibly by our first-person narrator, a 12-year-old cartographer and technical illustrator from Montana鈥攊n bygone days he would be a naturalist鈥攍iving with an entomologist mom, a bronco-busting dad, a sister older than her years, and the memory of a dead brother. The prose reveals a quirky character and rewards slow going.
But here's the problem: I'm only a couple dozen pages in and there are mistakes. It could be the problems of producing a complicated book. But if the nature of our protagonist is to be meticulous, and we have every reason to believe that it is, you gotta get the first chapter cold, I don't care how many sets of galleys.
The other, delicious possibility is that Reif Larsen is setting us up with an unreliable narrator. Ooooh, that would be great. But I worry. So let me list the ones I find here:
Page 4, Geometry.
The thing is, the door is on the north wall of the room. Not a big problem except that we spend half of page 3鈥攖he first page in the book鈥攐rienting the room, including drawing a map of it, on which we see the locations of his various colors of notebooks.
Page 11: forte
Hmmm. If this kid is pedantic, he'll spell it without the accent, because it's originally pronounced fort. It's French, the stiff part of a foil, not Italian for loud. This is not so egregious as
Page 11: Pirates
We hear that Gracie was "probably miraculous as the pirate's wife" in her high-school production of Pirates of Penzance. Well. There is no "pirate's wife." There are wards in chancery, of which Mabel is the star, and of course Ruth, the "piratical maid of all-work."
So again: did Larsen leave these in because the 12-year-old would not get them right, or did he screw up and not do his homework? I hope it's the former!
(Now, having finished)
I'd say the book largely lives up to its promise, but (a) the unreliable-narrator problems mentioned here don't get resolved and (b) the last, oh, quarter of the book fails us, becoming too black-and-white and losing its focus on TS's amazing voice. It's kind of like the arc of Nicholas Cage's movie career.
But here's the problem: I'm only a couple dozen pages in and there are mistakes. It could be the problems of producing a complicated book. But if the nature of our protagonist is to be meticulous, and we have every reason to believe that it is, you gotta get the first chapter cold, I don't care how many sets of galleys.
The other, delicious possibility is that Reif Larsen is setting us up with an unreliable narrator. Ooooh, that would be great. But I worry. So let me list the ones I find here:
Page 4, Geometry.
I had once tried lining maps on the south wall of my room, but in my excitement to organize, I briefly forgot that this was where the entrance to my room was located...
The thing is, the door is on the north wall of the room. Not a big problem except that we spend half of page 3鈥攖he first page in the book鈥攐rienting the room, including drawing a map of it, on which we see the locations of his various colors of notebooks.
Note! August 2011, 2 years later: I saw a paperback edition of this book on a shelf in a bookstore, and, thinking about this problem, checked out the opening. Now it says the maps were on the north side of the room! So somebody cared enough to fix the mistake. Well done!
Page 11: forte
Gracie was a misunderstood actress sharpening her fort茅...
Hmmm. If this kid is pedantic, he'll spell it without the accent, because it's originally pronounced fort. It's French, the stiff part of a foil, not Italian for loud. This is not so egregious as
Page 11: Pirates
We hear that Gracie was "probably miraculous as the pirate's wife" in her high-school production of Pirates of Penzance. Well. There is no "pirate's wife." There are wards in chancery, of which Mabel is the star, and of course Ruth, the "piratical maid of all-work."
So again: did Larsen leave these in because the 12-year-old would not get them right, or did he screw up and not do his homework? I hope it's the former!
(Now, having finished)
I'd say the book largely lives up to its promise, but (a) the unreliable-narrator problems mentioned here don't get resolved and (b) the last, oh, quarter of the book fails us, becoming too black-and-white and losing its focus on TS's amazing voice. It's kind of like the arc of Nicholas Cage's movie career.
January 1, 2010
What a charming idea: Brilliant 12-year old boy "maps" his way through life, with the book including many of these maps and other illustrations in the margin. In theory, a Tom Sawyer-esque tail of adventurous travel from Montana to Washington, D.C.
Well, in reality, not so charming, not so entertaining, something of a slog, and as the illustrations most often come with writing, really a novel with footnotes. One needs to be careful with these... If the writer is to drag the reader away from the story, please make it worth our while. Clocking in at 350+ pages, the book is both way too wordy (for Pete's sake, do editors even edit any more? Do they take stands against blah-blah-blah?) and underwritten - um, plot please? Well, interesting, flesh it out and not just provide every written thought and internal digression, please?
Frankly, 2 stars is generous, and only b/c the illustrations, as annoying as they are, are lovely. As for this being a genius 12-year old speaking, no, I don't think so. I have a 12-year old boy. He's smart enough, but, no, it's a stretch to think that they have such boring internal lives.
Well, in reality, not so charming, not so entertaining, something of a slog, and as the illustrations most often come with writing, really a novel with footnotes. One needs to be careful with these... If the writer is to drag the reader away from the story, please make it worth our while. Clocking in at 350+ pages, the book is both way too wordy (for Pete's sake, do editors even edit any more? Do they take stands against blah-blah-blah?) and underwritten - um, plot please? Well, interesting, flesh it out and not just provide every written thought and internal digression, please?
Frankly, 2 stars is generous, and only b/c the illustrations, as annoying as they are, are lovely. As for this being a genius 12-year old speaking, no, I don't think so. I have a 12-year old boy. He's smart enough, but, no, it's a stretch to think that they have such boring internal lives.
June 23, 2009
I have been bored out of my mind for the last week.
Weirdly the thing that I remember most from my 9 years of playing the clarinet is what Mr. Granholm told me about the end of a concert. It people clap immediately after a song ends that is a terrible sign. It means that they were waiting for the song to end. (Think clapping between movements). you want them to wait because they are so into the music that they are shocked that it has ended. Well I was waiting for this book to end basically from the first moment.
First of all the only particularly interesting characters were Layton, and T.E. Spivet who are basically ignored completely. In fact the only moment I really liked was on the last page.
I think this is another book like hugo Caberet that people got excited about because it looks funny. Honestly format doesn't make a book. This book turns out to be endlessly boring. the story just isn't good and the pictures aren't much.
I am now going to stop before I get too mean and return it to he library where it is already requested by another poor sod.
Weirdly the thing that I remember most from my 9 years of playing the clarinet is what Mr. Granholm told me about the end of a concert. It people clap immediately after a song ends that is a terrible sign. It means that they were waiting for the song to end. (Think clapping between movements). you want them to wait because they are so into the music that they are shocked that it has ended. Well I was waiting for this book to end basically from the first moment.
First of all the only particularly interesting characters were Layton, and T.E. Spivet who are basically ignored completely. In fact the only moment I really liked was on the last page.
I think this is another book like hugo Caberet that people got excited about because it looks funny. Honestly format doesn't make a book. This book turns out to be endlessly boring. the story just isn't good and the pictures aren't much.
I am now going to stop before I get too mean and return it to he library where it is already requested by another poor sod.
April 14, 2011
Well, what do you know. After a string of bedazzling reads (Crowley, Dunnett, and Murray), my disillusionment with contemporary lit continues apace.
A twelve year old genius cartographer with a quirky and symbolic name has blah blah adventures on a train en route to picking up a prize at the Smithsonian which he is too young to have honestly qualified for (meaning: misinformation was entered on the official application form. mothers were mislead. important people were lied to!) and for which he has squirreled himself away on a cross-continental choo-choo trip without telling anyone in his family. On the way to an utterly predictable ending, this adorable child ruminates about many things, including his Tragic Past, his unloving parents, his dwindling stash of carrot sticks and raisins, and the inanimate objects with which he occasionally holds conversations.
Are we getting a read on how precious this all is? Yes?
CHIEF AMONG MY COMPLAINTS:
- That age old trick of omitting mention of a Tragic Occurrence so devastating, so catastrophic, that it ejects the brokenhearted narrator from his grief-riven family and propels him two thousand miles across the country on a hobo-hopping train adventure until the very end of the story, which, incidentally, is when everything else is coming to a head, so as to maximize dramatic impact and wring a tear from my dry miser's eye. Seriously I can just feel these writers doing the literary equivalent of those algebraic equations your 9th grade pre-calculus teacher used to pile onto your desk*. Which is not bad, in and of itself, but when the import of the story is inadequately translated, the framing and the braces and the exposed rivets come into view. And when your insubstantive content fails to cover up the artificiality of your story-telling, well, then, guess what? Belief falls all to pieces.
I'm hesitant to blame this on MFA programs, but I do think the failure of certain 'literary' books is not helped by cloistered classroom settings where everyone is looking for the quick emotional fix and the quickest way to secure it is to resort to age-old techniques that have received the institutional imprimateur. You may ask: is technique the problem here? I do think so, but it is not sufficient by itself to make a mess of things. The employment of a tiringly overused narrative strategy is also compounded by how emotionally thin this story is. It does not push your boundaries. Nothing really menaces the main character. Stakes are piddling. Characters are quirky, but their quirks are poor masks for their hollowed out interiors. Larsen has one ace up his sleeve, and once that's spent, he's done. And that's when he brings in the ridiculous revelations and the deus ex machina endings.
What was it that Chabon once wrote? Stories that glitter all over with "epiphanic dew". I mean, I totally dig epiphanic dew. I down epiphanic dew by the vat, I read so much. But done badly, and/or in ways that feel like, been-there-seen-that? Just, no.
- The multiple things that are thrown in there just for funsies sake but never really explained, developed, or made to contribute anything significant to the advancement of the plot or to the growth of various characters. For example: random wormholes! Secret scientific societies! Oh so his mom knew all along??
- The themes and/or plot events that are developed are conventional, banal, easy: Washington's scientific establishment, previously enshrined in Spivet's mind as a place of monkish learning and ascetic devotion to matters of the mind, is full of money-grubbers and cynical fame whores. People, like tobocco-chewing cab drivers, are not what they seem. Family love prevails over all! Home is where the heart is. And on and on, ad nauseam.
And yes, I do think the >:(-ness of my response does have something to do with how I felt betrayed by this book's initial promise. At least its premise was interesting; at least the first 50-100 pages were really cute. Despite my complaints, Larsen does this vulnerable boy-voice very, very well. It is more than occasionally diverting. It is clever! But the story never really builds itself into something meaningful, or moving. Hence, disappointment.
Oh, god, guys. Obviously this means I have to take refuge in nonfiction (BUT THERE ARE SO MANY BOOKS, IN SO MANY CATEGORIES. I don't know where to start!), fanfiction, or classics written two hundred years ago.
*For example: John has 300 feet of lumber to frame a rectangular snake-pen, which he plans on filling with a festering nest of poisonous African bush vipers, plus an additional 200 feet of brick for his collection of feral mongoose. He wants to maximize the area of his playpen, but because of the animosity between his pets cannot afford to group them all into one enclosure. Due to the constraints imposed on his property by the city's infuriatingly byzantine zoning codes, he is also only able to construct pens which are twice as long in length as they are in width. What should the dimensions of the areas be? Show how the maximum area of the pens are calculated from a host of algebraic equations...
A twelve year old genius cartographer with a quirky and symbolic name has blah blah adventures on a train en route to picking up a prize at the Smithsonian which he is too young to have honestly qualified for (meaning: misinformation was entered on the official application form. mothers were mislead. important people were lied to!) and for which he has squirreled himself away on a cross-continental choo-choo trip without telling anyone in his family. On the way to an utterly predictable ending, this adorable child ruminates about many things, including his Tragic Past, his unloving parents, his dwindling stash of carrot sticks and raisins, and the inanimate objects with which he occasionally holds conversations.
Are we getting a read on how precious this all is? Yes?
CHIEF AMONG MY COMPLAINTS:
- That age old trick of omitting mention of a Tragic Occurrence so devastating, so catastrophic, that it ejects the brokenhearted narrator from his grief-riven family and propels him two thousand miles across the country on a hobo-hopping train adventure until the very end of the story, which, incidentally, is when everything else is coming to a head, so as to maximize dramatic impact and wring a tear from my dry miser's eye. Seriously I can just feel these writers doing the literary equivalent of those algebraic equations your 9th grade pre-calculus teacher used to pile onto your desk*. Which is not bad, in and of itself, but when the import of the story is inadequately translated, the framing and the braces and the exposed rivets come into view. And when your insubstantive content fails to cover up the artificiality of your story-telling, well, then, guess what? Belief falls all to pieces.
I'm hesitant to blame this on MFA programs, but I do think the failure of certain 'literary' books is not helped by cloistered classroom settings where everyone is looking for the quick emotional fix and the quickest way to secure it is to resort to age-old techniques that have received the institutional imprimateur. You may ask: is technique the problem here? I do think so, but it is not sufficient by itself to make a mess of things. The employment of a tiringly overused narrative strategy is also compounded by how emotionally thin this story is. It does not push your boundaries. Nothing really menaces the main character. Stakes are piddling. Characters are quirky, but their quirks are poor masks for their hollowed out interiors. Larsen has one ace up his sleeve, and once that's spent, he's done. And that's when he brings in the ridiculous revelations and the deus ex machina endings.
What was it that Chabon once wrote? Stories that glitter all over with "epiphanic dew". I mean, I totally dig epiphanic dew. I down epiphanic dew by the vat, I read so much. But done badly, and/or in ways that feel like, been-there-seen-that? Just, no.
- The multiple things that are thrown in there just for funsies sake but never really explained, developed, or made to contribute anything significant to the advancement of the plot or to the growth of various characters. For example: random wormholes! Secret scientific societies! Oh so his mom knew all along??
- The themes and/or plot events that are developed are conventional, banal, easy: Washington's scientific establishment, previously enshrined in Spivet's mind as a place of monkish learning and ascetic devotion to matters of the mind, is full of money-grubbers and cynical fame whores. People, like tobocco-chewing cab drivers, are not what they seem. Family love prevails over all! Home is where the heart is. And on and on, ad nauseam.
And yes, I do think the >:(-ness of my response does have something to do with how I felt betrayed by this book's initial promise. At least its premise was interesting; at least the first 50-100 pages were really cute. Despite my complaints, Larsen does this vulnerable boy-voice very, very well. It is more than occasionally diverting. It is clever! But the story never really builds itself into something meaningful, or moving. Hence, disappointment.
Oh, god, guys. Obviously this means I have to take refuge in nonfiction (BUT THERE ARE SO MANY BOOKS, IN SO MANY CATEGORIES. I don't know where to start!), fanfiction, or classics written two hundred years ago.
*For example: John has 300 feet of lumber to frame a rectangular snake-pen, which he plans on filling with a festering nest of poisonous African bush vipers, plus an additional 200 feet of brick for his collection of feral mongoose. He wants to maximize the area of his playpen, but because of the animosity between his pets cannot afford to group them all into one enclosure. Due to the constraints imposed on his property by the city's infuriatingly byzantine zoning codes, he is also only able to construct pens which are twice as long in length as they are in width. What should the dimensions of the areas be? Show how the maximum area of the pens are calculated from a host of algebraic equations...
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July 16, 2016I've still got a few pages to dust up here. But the Review was written hundreds of pages ago. So, let's go. 'sides, it'll be short and sweet.
This novel has very little to recommend it . Mostly just the wonderful Book Design. And so as always --> credit where due ::
You'll see a blurb on the backcover by Stephen King. Which is warning enough.
No but the book really is a nice object and might be worth picking up for that alone. But despite one of the characters apparently being rather opposed to "mediocrity" (The Mother declares :: "Mediocrity is a fungus of the mind" which is itself of course a pretty mediocre thing to say. What wouldn't be?), well, the novel never rises anywhere close to above mediocrity. And too (sometimes you just want to chuckle over the mis=match of form (how it is said) and content (what is declared as true)) there's the whole thing about how awful the Miss USA thingy is because there's no talent portion and it's all focused on women's appearance and nothing about her intelligence and scientific endeavors. Because (I know I know the book's about this twelve=year=old here, but still...) the book's got only just that one thing going for it. It's pretty.
[And but if you find yourself attracted to the book's various musings and ponderings, being tempted to quote them, please remember, the novel's narrator is a 12 year old boy.]
The movie is not to be recommended either.* But if you just have to, because I suppose you might be a fan of director Jean-Pierre Jeunet, look for it under the title "The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet". It really does suck. And not just because it turns our young hero from a master=draftsman & Cartographer into the inventor of the perpetual motion machine, but because it's just pretty awful.
* Some of you interested in censorship and this kind of issue, though, maybe might have an interest in the movie. The Union Pacific gets turned into something like "American Railway" and McDonald's gets turned into a Hot Dog Stand. Now, this probably isn't censorship, but probably simply acknowledgement that neither UP nor McD's paid the producers to advertise for them. But then, why no revenue stream for the novel which does much to promote both brands? Yes, yes, I know this is what "PoMo" does with all the pop=cult "references" and yadda yadda yadda. But, please do note that the truck which picks up the kid is still clearly branded as a Kenworth. Do you think Kenworth paid their promotional fee? Or does the average Franco-Canadian-Australian filmmaker not even recognize Kenworth as a brand? In which case, Kenworth better start up and start branding** itself in the public's eye.....
** I didn't watch this, but the title leapt out at me 'Think Branding, with Google - Conference Keynote - "Branding in the New Normal"' ::
This is more my speed ::
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This novel has very little to recommend it . Mostly just the wonderful Book Design. And so as always --> credit where due ::
Book design and typography byShould have his name on the frontcover but too frequently even translators go under=credited. Further, in case you miss it there on the back inside flappy thingy of the dj, "Jacket illustration of sparrow skeleton by Jeff Middleton".
The illustrations were created by and Reif Larsen except [...] which were created by Martie Holmer and and are based on the author's original drawings.
Moby-Dick map created by
You'll see a blurb on the backcover by Stephen King. Which is warning enough.
No but the book really is a nice object and might be worth picking up for that alone. But despite one of the characters apparently being rather opposed to "mediocrity" (The Mother declares :: "Mediocrity is a fungus of the mind" which is itself of course a pretty mediocre thing to say. What wouldn't be?), well, the novel never rises anywhere close to above mediocrity. And too (sometimes you just want to chuckle over the mis=match of form (how it is said) and content (what is declared as true)) there's the whole thing about how awful the Miss USA thingy is because there's no talent portion and it's all focused on women's appearance and nothing about her intelligence and scientific endeavors. Because (I know I know the book's about this twelve=year=old here, but still...) the book's got only just that one thing going for it. It's pretty.
[And but if you find yourself attracted to the book's various musings and ponderings, being tempted to quote them, please remember, the novel's narrator is a 12 year old boy.]
The movie is not to be recommended either.* But if you just have to, because I suppose you might be a fan of director Jean-Pierre Jeunet, look for it under the title "The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet". It really does suck. And not just because it turns our young hero from a master=draftsman & Cartographer into the inventor of the perpetual motion machine, but because it's just pretty awful.
* Some of you interested in censorship and this kind of issue, though, maybe might have an interest in the movie. The Union Pacific gets turned into something like "American Railway" and McDonald's gets turned into a Hot Dog Stand. Now, this probably isn't censorship, but probably simply acknowledgement that neither UP nor McD's paid the producers to advertise for them. But then, why no revenue stream for the novel which does much to promote both brands? Yes, yes, I know this is what "PoMo" does with all the pop=cult "references" and yadda yadda yadda. But, please do note that the truck which picks up the kid is still clearly branded as a Kenworth. Do you think Kenworth paid their promotional fee? Or does the average Franco-Canadian-Australian filmmaker not even recognize Kenworth as a brand? In which case, Kenworth better start up and start branding** itself in the public's eye.....
** I didn't watch this, but the title leapt out at me 'Think Branding, with Google - Conference Keynote - "Branding in the New Normal"' ::
This is more my speed ::
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April 17, 2013
The illustrations in the margins are ingenious, yes, and I don't believe I've ever held a prettier book in my hands. From the cover, the drawings, the colors, it's amazing.
And now to the hard part.
I feel like this book had a lot of potential. It started off amazingly, it picked up great momentum once our hero got on the train.... and then it wasted 1/3 of the book a side-story of Emma and her life, which I thought was completely unnecessary and had no place in the book. If the pages of this story were used for a couple more of T.S.' adventures as he traveled, using his cartography skills and encountering strange new people and situations, putting his own science/statistics spin on them; and if more thought was given to the entire "adventure" part of the book, it would have been simply extraordinary.
But with this, I feel like it is a hit and miss.
It is, however, still a good book, worth reading, with rich characters, whom you get learn about through the side illustrations and notes as if you really knew them in real life. In some part it gets a certain grotesque and mysterious atmosphere, which I felt as a slight nod to Kafka, but alas, it is never explained. The story simply goes on. What's with the wormholes? The secret society and their weird mission? A lot of points are left unresolved and make you feel as if you read half a book. But maybe it's just the perspective of T.S. thrown into this crazy world where nothing is explained to him, since he is just a child. Maybe it's that. I really don't know.
And now to the hard part.
I feel like this book had a lot of potential. It started off amazingly, it picked up great momentum once our hero got on the train.... and then it wasted 1/3 of the book a side-story of Emma and her life, which I thought was completely unnecessary and had no place in the book. If the pages of this story were used for a couple more of T.S.' adventures as he traveled, using his cartography skills and encountering strange new people and situations, putting his own science/statistics spin on them; and if more thought was given to the entire "adventure" part of the book, it would have been simply extraordinary.
But with this, I feel like it is a hit and miss.
It is, however, still a good book, worth reading, with rich characters, whom you get learn about through the side illustrations and notes as if you really knew them in real life. In some part it gets a certain grotesque and mysterious atmosphere, which I felt as a slight nod to Kafka, but alas, it is never explained. The story simply goes on. What's with the wormholes? The secret society and their weird mission? A lot of points are left unresolved and make you feel as if you read half a book. But maybe it's just the perspective of T.S. thrown into this crazy world where nothing is explained to him, since he is just a child. Maybe it's that. I really don't know.
July 8, 2009
The first half of this book is some of the best fiction i've EVER read. The characters are interesting and believable but quirky, the setting is beautiful, the situation they're in is moving. There are these luscious rich maps and drawings and sidebars that you read with loving tenderness and joy, and that really move the plot along.
And then halfway through the whole thing just turns into drivel. The main character's personality disappears and you begin to feel like you're reading the author's Twitter tweets. There is no longer any plot; in fact, the author/hero starts quoting extensively from the fictional diary of his fictional grandmother, which his mother has been either writing or reading (it's never made clear). Suddenly you're no longer reading about this interesting quirky kid with a kind of complex tangled family life and a lot of grief from his 10-year-old brother shooting himself; you're reading about a woman geologist in the 1840s and how hard it is for women to be scientists. AND you're trapped in a Winnebago going crosscountry on the flatbed of a train. The main character describes what feels like every possible moment of boredom he experiences as he sits in this Winnebago. He even describes what it's like to take a shower in a cold Winnebago bathroom (zzzz).
And then all this incredibly improbable and frankly pretty boring and dumb stuff happens. At this point, even the sidebars and drawings and maps become dumb and pointless.
All the family members basically disappear and never really reappear. None of the issues brought up in the first half of the novel are resolved. And the last chapter and the novels' ending are just... pathetic.
Sorry to be so angry. But I'd say this: read the first half of this novel, definitely. And then when it starts to devolve (believe me, you'll know it when it happens), just put it down. You won't be missing anything.
And then halfway through the whole thing just turns into drivel. The main character's personality disappears and you begin to feel like you're reading the author's Twitter tweets. There is no longer any plot; in fact, the author/hero starts quoting extensively from the fictional diary of his fictional grandmother, which his mother has been either writing or reading (it's never made clear). Suddenly you're no longer reading about this interesting quirky kid with a kind of complex tangled family life and a lot of grief from his 10-year-old brother shooting himself; you're reading about a woman geologist in the 1840s and how hard it is for women to be scientists. AND you're trapped in a Winnebago going crosscountry on the flatbed of a train. The main character describes what feels like every possible moment of boredom he experiences as he sits in this Winnebago. He even describes what it's like to take a shower in a cold Winnebago bathroom (zzzz).
And then all this incredibly improbable and frankly pretty boring and dumb stuff happens. At this point, even the sidebars and drawings and maps become dumb and pointless.
All the family members basically disappear and never really reappear. None of the issues brought up in the first half of the novel are resolved. And the last chapter and the novels' ending are just... pathetic.
Sorry to be so angry. But I'd say this: read the first half of this novel, definitely. And then when it starts to devolve (believe me, you'll know it when it happens), just put it down. You won't be missing anything.
May 17, 2009
I can only hope that when Reif Larsen writes his second novel that it can compete with this one. The plot is simple: A 12 year old map making genius wins a prestigious award from the Smithsonian, and runs away from his home in Montana in order to travel across the country and claim it. The adventures of T.S. Spivet as he navigates his way both in a physical sense from Montana to Washington D.C., and in a mental sense through his interactions with mystifying adults as well as with his own bizarre family life kept the pace of this book brisk. T.S.'s "selected works" which appear as samples of his maps printed in the margins of the book were a clever way to show the reader Spivet's cartographic talents. I had the sensation at the end of this book of wanting to read more about T.S., but at the same time hoping there would never be any kind of sequel as it could only diminish my impressions of the protagonist. I would easily recommend reading this enjoyable and engrossing book.
February 7, 2021
3.5 stars
I'm rounding down because right now I feel vaguely dissatisfied, but I'm sure on Tuesday my book club will convince me I missed hidden depths of genius that actually make this book a masterpiece worthy of 4 stars at least. Probably 5. Because that's usually how this goes.
I am shelving this one middle school and YA but is it really for younger readers? I suspect not. The level of precocious鈥攂orderline pretentious鈥攎akes me think adults. But the hero is 12.
Sometimes he sounds 12. Sometimes...not so much?
The story follows T.S.鈥攁 12 year old with a gift for mapping. He maps actions. He maps people. He maps experiences. And with each map, the world makes a little bit more sense. Except some things you can't map: jealousy, guilt, grief. When his maps (and a miscommunication about his age) land him a prestigious award from the Smithsonian, he decides to hobo his way from Montana to D.C. to accept it.
This is definitely a book you want to buy a physical copy of. It is a very distinctive type of read because so much of the story is conveyed in the margins through T.S.'s maps, sketches, and lists. They play a critical role in the story while simultaneously being outside the prose. It is definitely what makes this book so striking. It feels like it engages more of your senses to read. (Though I know technically, it is still just your eyes.)
This is a coming of age story and despite how much I struggle with those, I was genuinely looking forward to the resolution. Until the last quarter of the book decided to makes things...fantastical. I don't mean childlike. This isn't on the same level as T.S. wondering if a kidnapper is coming after him when he gives his address so he hurriedly adds that "might" be his address. I mean, it suddenly jumps genres and I just can't tell why.
I also feel like a lot of plot elements were left hanging...like the whole middle bit about his ancestress.
But I'm sure my book club will point out how I missed something somewhere about how it all fits together.
I'm rounding down because right now I feel vaguely dissatisfied, but I'm sure on Tuesday my book club will convince me I missed hidden depths of genius that actually make this book a masterpiece worthy of 4 stars at least. Probably 5. Because that's usually how this goes.
I am shelving this one middle school and YA but is it really for younger readers? I suspect not. The level of precocious鈥攂orderline pretentious鈥攎akes me think adults. But the hero is 12.
Sometimes he sounds 12. Sometimes...not so much?
The story follows T.S.鈥攁 12 year old with a gift for mapping. He maps actions. He maps people. He maps experiences. And with each map, the world makes a little bit more sense. Except some things you can't map: jealousy, guilt, grief. When his maps (and a miscommunication about his age) land him a prestigious award from the Smithsonian, he decides to hobo his way from Montana to D.C. to accept it.
This is definitely a book you want to buy a physical copy of. It is a very distinctive type of read because so much of the story is conveyed in the margins through T.S.'s maps, sketches, and lists. They play a critical role in the story while simultaneously being outside the prose. It is definitely what makes this book so striking. It feels like it engages more of your senses to read. (Though I know technically, it is still just your eyes.)
This is a coming of age story and despite how much I struggle with those, I was genuinely looking forward to the resolution. Until the last quarter of the book decided to makes things...fantastical. I don't mean childlike. This isn't on the same level as T.S. wondering if a kidnapper is coming after him when he gives his address so he hurriedly adds that "might" be his address. I mean, it suddenly jumps genres and I just can't tell why.
I also feel like a lot of plot elements were left hanging...like the whole middle bit about his ancestress.
But I'm sure my book club will point out how I missed something somewhere about how it all fits together.
June 22, 2009
The story of a 12 year-old making his way from Montana to D.C. to accept an award? Not the usual fiction on my reading list. Yet reading Reif Larsen's first novel had me engaged from beginning to end. I may have been pursuaded about the value of his work after listening to his interview with Diane Riehm (). But really, I appreciate the introduction to new authors and am drawn to first works. T. S. Spivet as brought to life by Reif Larsen was not a disappointment. I do not see how this book can effectively be transitioned into an audio book though. It requires the marginalia drawn on most every page. To understand what T. S. means when he describes his obsession for 'mapping' it really is necessary to see his many 'maps.' Certainly there are many geographic maps, but also there are maps of what a well-appointed table setting looks like if you are attending a very formal dinner; there are maps showing facial expressions to help determine what grimaces of the lips, eyes, forehead mean; maps of geneology necessary to the understanding of the story T. S. tells.
Because I have a friend who is train-loving, train-riding finatic, the leg of the trip from Divide, Montana to Chicago was not only realistic, but was also fascinating. Descriptions of the yards the train stopped in along the way, the types of characters encountered, the satisfaction of T. S. riding in a Winnebago? These were delights.
I will stop here hoping that this review has intrigued the reader into checking out the book. I gave my best friend a copy for her birthday. My copy goes back to my library, but I am considering purchasing it for my permanent library.
Because I have a friend who is train-loving, train-riding finatic, the leg of the trip from Divide, Montana to Chicago was not only realistic, but was also fascinating. Descriptions of the yards the train stopped in along the way, the types of characters encountered, the satisfaction of T. S. riding in a Winnebago? These were delights.
I will stop here hoping that this review has intrigued the reader into checking out the book. I gave my best friend a copy for her birthday. My copy goes back to my library, but I am considering purchasing it for my permanent library.
August 19, 2016
I have to admit I didn't think I would like this book that much because I had it at home a long time, started it twice before finally reading it through and I really liked it!
T.S. is a great boy and his maps are amazing! I love how the book was fiction but still mentioned science.
I would recoment it to anyone who enjoys science, great maps and exiting road trips :)
T.S. is a great boy and his maps are amazing! I love how the book was fiction but still mentioned science.
I would recoment it to anyone who enjoys science, great maps and exiting road trips :)
April 22, 2009
Here we have one of the most unique and extraordinary debut novels I have ever come across, the author Reif Larsens is a 27 year old American and this novel caused one of the biggest bidding wars by publishers in history - resulting in a 拢1m price tag for the publishers.
First let take a look at the actual book itself. Mine is a proof copy, so not quite the finished article but it's going to be one of those eye-catchers that will jump from the bookshop shelves at people. The book is wider than the average and almost every page is detailed with line drawings, maps, diagrams and extras to the text - all completed by the author himself.
The story is of T S (Tecumseh Sparrow) Spivet. He is something of a child prodigy, just twelve years old and already a genius mapmaker. TS lives on a ranch in Montana with his scientist Mother, his cowboy Father and his older sister Gracie. His brother Layton died earlier in the year in an incident with a shotgun - but nobody talks about Layton.
TS maps out his life with his incredible drawings - he doesnt just map places, he maps everything - the first map of the book is a diagram instructing 'how to read this book' - he maps out facial expressions, how food is prepared, areas of the house and the ranch - just about everything.
TS receives a phonecall from the Smithsonian Institute, telling him that he has won a much coveted scientific prize - a prize much sought after by famous scientists all over the world. The Smithsonian dont know that TS is only twelve, and he decides not to tell them, but to travel across America to accept his prize.
So begins the journey. TS leaves the ranch with his precious belongings, without telling anyone and begins his journey across the country. He manages to stowaway on a freight train and spends much of the journey holed up in a new Winnebago that he christens and has conversations with.
TS had stolen one of his mother's notebooks as he wanted to take a piece of her. During his journey he reads the notebook, which turns out to be a history of his family, especially about his great grandmother Emma - one the first female scientists in America.
The journey is full of adventure and experience and eventually TS reaches his destination - to be thrust in the world of celebrity and stardom - but this comes at a price, and whilst TS is super intelligent, he is still a child and wants and needs his childhood pleasures.
This is a compelling and extraodinary read - TS is a wonderful character, although at times, it is very hard to believe that he is only 12. His take on life, his explanations of happenings and the added dimension of the illustrations throughout the book are unique.
I particularly enjoyed the story of his ancestors, and how the interest in scientific things came about - this is a story within the story and adds another dimension to the whole novel.
I was a little disappointed by the ending - I felt that the author knew TS's story had to be wrapped up neatly, but wasnt quite sure how to do it - so comes the introduction of a strange cult-like sect, with some great characters, but it doesnt quite fit.
In all, a satisfying and very different read.
First let take a look at the actual book itself. Mine is a proof copy, so not quite the finished article but it's going to be one of those eye-catchers that will jump from the bookshop shelves at people. The book is wider than the average and almost every page is detailed with line drawings, maps, diagrams and extras to the text - all completed by the author himself.
The story is of T S (Tecumseh Sparrow) Spivet. He is something of a child prodigy, just twelve years old and already a genius mapmaker. TS lives on a ranch in Montana with his scientist Mother, his cowboy Father and his older sister Gracie. His brother Layton died earlier in the year in an incident with a shotgun - but nobody talks about Layton.
TS maps out his life with his incredible drawings - he doesnt just map places, he maps everything - the first map of the book is a diagram instructing 'how to read this book' - he maps out facial expressions, how food is prepared, areas of the house and the ranch - just about everything.
TS receives a phonecall from the Smithsonian Institute, telling him that he has won a much coveted scientific prize - a prize much sought after by famous scientists all over the world. The Smithsonian dont know that TS is only twelve, and he decides not to tell them, but to travel across America to accept his prize.
So begins the journey. TS leaves the ranch with his precious belongings, without telling anyone and begins his journey across the country. He manages to stowaway on a freight train and spends much of the journey holed up in a new Winnebago that he christens and has conversations with.
TS had stolen one of his mother's notebooks as he wanted to take a piece of her. During his journey he reads the notebook, which turns out to be a history of his family, especially about his great grandmother Emma - one the first female scientists in America.
The journey is full of adventure and experience and eventually TS reaches his destination - to be thrust in the world of celebrity and stardom - but this comes at a price, and whilst TS is super intelligent, he is still a child and wants and needs his childhood pleasures.
This is a compelling and extraodinary read - TS is a wonderful character, although at times, it is very hard to believe that he is only 12. His take on life, his explanations of happenings and the added dimension of the illustrations throughout the book are unique.
I particularly enjoyed the story of his ancestors, and how the interest in scientific things came about - this is a story within the story and adds another dimension to the whole novel.
I was a little disappointed by the ending - I felt that the author knew TS's story had to be wrapped up neatly, but wasnt quite sure how to do it - so comes the introduction of a strange cult-like sect, with some great characters, but it doesnt quite fit.
In all, a satisfying and very different read.
April 10, 2016
Five stars because this was one of the most unique books I have ever come across... the story itself is a first-person narrative by T.S. Spivet (Tecumseh Sparrow, the first name passed down four generations), a 12-year-old cartographer and illustrator. The story begins just before T.S. receives a phone call from the Smithsonian that he has been awarded the very prestigious Baird fellowship as "America's Illustrator", in residence at the Smithsonian. Being 12-years old, and too ashamed to mention this, he decides to set off on a cross-country hobo journey "riding the rails". He lucks out when he finds a train car carrying Winnebagos, and he lives inside of one of them for several days. The journey across the country allows him to reflect even further on his fractured home life, and the recent tragedy of his brother's accidental death. By the time he reaches his destination, the story is nearing the end, and even through his w眉nderkind genius, you see that T.S. is still a child, and really just longs for his family and his home.
The story itself garners about 3 out of five stars for me; it was the illustrations and the book design, and the humor and emotions woven throughout that topped this rating to 5 stars for me. That, and I have never seen anything this unique. That alone deserves the highest marks. Nearly every single page of the 300+ page novel has intricate and detailed illustrations and maps, drawn by T.S., that correspond in one way or another, to the overall story. Some are ridiculously funny - one of my favorites was the drawing and measurements of the angle of his little brother's fist pumps, and some are so advanced - demographic maps, sound waves, etc. The illustrations and maps make this book a true gem.
The story itself garners about 3 out of five stars for me; it was the illustrations and the book design, and the humor and emotions woven throughout that topped this rating to 5 stars for me. That, and I have never seen anything this unique. That alone deserves the highest marks. Nearly every single page of the 300+ page novel has intricate and detailed illustrations and maps, drawn by T.S., that correspond in one way or another, to the overall story. Some are ridiculously funny - one of my favorites was the drawing and measurements of the angle of his little brother's fist pumps, and some are so advanced - demographic maps, sound waves, etc. The illustrations and maps make this book a true gem.
May 17, 2009
Perhaps among my favorite books read in the past, oh, five years 鈥� and that鈥檚 saying a lot, as I鈥檝e read some jim dandies. The fact is, I think I would have enjoyed this book even without the maps 鈥� they are just an added bonus. My favorites, for pure laughter-inducing purposes:
Page 16: Father Drinks Whiskey With a Sensational Degree of Regularity
Page 107: Down on Your Luck? Ride the Rails!
Page 290: Recipe for Gracie鈥檚 Wintertime Special
Page 338: FTUFMBEF Map #4: Clara and Jamie鈥檚 First Day at the Museum (just because it references my all-time favorite kid鈥檚 book!?!)
There are definitely some flaws here: The interlude in Chicago with the crazy guy is a little heavy-handed and I kept thinking that it would turn out to be some kind of dream. The fact that T.S. just happens to land on a train car with a Winnebago seems awfully convenient 鈥� but then again, why not? Also, I鈥檝e read way too many books about preteen, socially awkward prodigies (Infinite Jest, Last Samurai, Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, etc) to be completely okay with this one鈥� but somehow I was able to get over those facts pretty quickly and just go along for the ride.
Overall, this book is excellent. Not as original as you might think (or as it鈥檚 being marketed to be), especially if you鈥檝e read the books I listed above, but I don鈥檛 care. It is one of those rare books where completely unbelievable things happen in a completely believable world; despite the strange events of the novel, it is ultimately grounded in reality. It was great.
Page 16: Father Drinks Whiskey With a Sensational Degree of Regularity
Page 107: Down on Your Luck? Ride the Rails!
Page 290: Recipe for Gracie鈥檚 Wintertime Special
Page 338: FTUFMBEF Map #4: Clara and Jamie鈥檚 First Day at the Museum (just because it references my all-time favorite kid鈥檚 book!?!)
There are definitely some flaws here: The interlude in Chicago with the crazy guy is a little heavy-handed and I kept thinking that it would turn out to be some kind of dream. The fact that T.S. just happens to land on a train car with a Winnebago seems awfully convenient 鈥� but then again, why not? Also, I鈥檝e read way too many books about preteen, socially awkward prodigies (Infinite Jest, Last Samurai, Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, etc) to be completely okay with this one鈥� but somehow I was able to get over those facts pretty quickly and just go along for the ride.
Overall, this book is excellent. Not as original as you might think (or as it鈥檚 being marketed to be), especially if you鈥檝e read the books I listed above, but I don鈥檛 care. It is one of those rare books where completely unbelievable things happen in a completely believable world; despite the strange events of the novel, it is ultimately grounded in reality. It was great.
September 16, 2015
Mi calificaci贸n en funci贸n de mi disfrute al leerla ser铆a de 4 estrellas, pero se merece las 5 por la cantidad de trabajo que debi贸 llevarle al autor todos esos detalles y dibujos que hacen esta historia tan especial y que la acompa帽an hasta el final.
No tiene nada que ver con la Peque帽a Miss Sunshine, s铆 va de una familia y s铆, se emprende un viaje por un premio que gana Spivet (en PMS tiene que participar en un concurso), y ambos son ni帽os, pero ya est谩. Aqu铆 se embarca T.S solo a cruzar los EEUU y vivir aventuras. Aunque muchas no pasa, lo que pasa es bastante miedo y a帽oranza por su familia y su hogar y su habitaci贸n.
T.S. es adorable, muy ingenuo, introvertido y su imaginaci贸n le desborda.
Tambi茅n se cuenta parte de otra historia de sus primeros antepasados en el nuevo mundo, y no me suele gustar esto (si quieres contar una historia, cu茅ntala, no utilices otra historia para otra m谩s antigua), pero esta me ha gustado bastante, as铆 que no me ha importado.
Para el final hab铆a veces que pensaba que T.S estaba realmente alucinando por unas personas que aparecen por ah铆, pero el resultado final me gust贸 bastante.
He intentado encontrar en cada dibujo grande y peque帽o a Layton, pero en varios no los he encontrado, pero el detalle me ha emocionado.
No tiene nada que ver con la Peque帽a Miss Sunshine, s铆 va de una familia y s铆, se emprende un viaje por un premio que gana Spivet (en PMS tiene que participar en un concurso), y ambos son ni帽os, pero ya est谩. Aqu铆 se embarca T.S solo a cruzar los EEUU y vivir aventuras. Aunque muchas no pasa, lo que pasa es bastante miedo y a帽oranza por su familia y su hogar y su habitaci贸n.
T.S. es adorable, muy ingenuo, introvertido y su imaginaci贸n le desborda.
Tambi茅n se cuenta parte de otra historia de sus primeros antepasados en el nuevo mundo, y no me suele gustar esto (si quieres contar una historia, cu茅ntala, no utilices otra historia para otra m谩s antigua), pero esta me ha gustado bastante, as铆 que no me ha importado.
Para el final hab铆a veces que pensaba que T.S estaba realmente alucinando por unas personas que aparecen por ah铆, pero el resultado final me gust贸 bastante.
He intentado encontrar en cada dibujo grande y peque帽o a Layton, pero en varios no los he encontrado, pero el detalle me ha emocionado.
October 18, 2009
Ein wegen des ungew枚hnlichen Formats - die Seitenr盲nder sind 眉ber und 眉ber mit Zeichnungen, Anmerkungen, Karten und Diagrammen 眉bsers盲t - absolt lesenswertes Buch. So gibt es nicht nur zahlreiche, wissenschaftliche Illustrationen sondern auch Darstellungen wie "Der Mck枚stlich-Dreieck des Verlangens" (handelt von McDonalds) und eine "Systematik der Langeweile". Die Handlung indes ist manchmal etwas z盲h, insbesondere beim Mittelteil.
November 28, 2011
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Tecumseh Sparrow (T.S.) Spivet is the narrator of this story, the unlikely prodigy child of a Montana rancher (the father) and a brilliant yet failed scientist (the mother). At 12, he is already a budding scientist interested in anatomy and entomology (just to name a couple) and an accomplished mapmaker. It is the latter that end up helping him to be granted an award from the Smithsonian Institution . The story opens with the phone call from another scientist linked to the Smithsonian (who believes T.S. to be an adult) who invites him to give a talk at the Institution. This precipitates the actual plot which involves T.S. running away from home, embarking on a journey to the East by hoboing his way through America.
The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet was a complicated book to read and this is going to be a complicated review to write. Perhaps the best word to describe it would be 鈥渆xtravagant鈥�. To start with, there is the format of the book itself. It is an oversized book, and the margins have been expanded to include side explanations, musings, drawings, sketches, anything really, that T.S. deems necessary to complement the story. These are often cool, interesting additions which go beyond merely complementing the story because a lot of the time, these offer a portrayal of his real emotional state. It is actually after reading the first examples of these extra bits that one comes to realise that T.S. might be precocious but he is still a child nonetheless. The extravagance here arises from the fact that these extra things are present in nearly every page of this book and since they must be read, as they contain essential elements to the story, sometimes reading the book was an exhausting endeavour. In fact, it took me over 3 months to get through merely 390 pages because I felt I could only read a handful of pages at a time. Despite that, I didn鈥檛 think this to be gimmicky and actually really enjoyed this aspect of the book.
Then there is the premise 鈥� T.S. is preposterously precocious and his brilliance at only 12 is almost too hard to believe. Major points to the author then that this is not really a problem and T.S. ,as a character, is quite possibly the best thing about the book 鈥� he is charming, funny, creative and even, endearing. His tendency to map the world and everything about it determines his basic personality: he likes order, he likes everything to be clear, he likes to explain away the things that he is perhaps too young to understand and grasp. He maps everything: his environment, books, the people he knows and how they act. As a reflection of his mental state, he actually believes that those are already pre-determined maps inside. It is perhaps easier to believe that than to accept that there is no pre-determination (even though there is very little science in thoughts like these).
Which brings me the plot. The book is divided in three parts: part 1 is an introduction to T.S. and his dysfunctional family of ostensibly emotionless parents in the aftermath of a family tragedy that nobody talks about: the death of his younger brother (their father鈥檚 favourite) in an accident for which T.S. feel partially responsible for. This is where he dwells on trying to decide whether he will go to Washington or not, eventually deciding to leave. This part is my favourite: it was brilliantly done, I loved the themes brought up here, including the differences between the parents, the fact that T.S. feels detached from his father and more attached to his scientist mother at the same time that is completely frustrated by what he feels is her failure to be a successful scientist.
This part is followed by Spivet鈥檚 journey to the East. He is mostly alone for the entirety of the journey except by some conversations with other hobos and a couple of scary confrontations with strangers 鈥� one of them quite serious. There is a marked difference in tone between part 1 and 2. Not only there is an element of magical realism in part 2 that was not present at all in part 1, there is also the fact that most of the narrative is taken over by his mother鈥檚 journal entries depicting the life of an ancestor, one of the first females cartographers. Whereas I was not a fan of the former because it felt so out of place in this novel, the latter was fascinating 鈥� not only in itself but also in the way that it depicts another side of his mother. This part basically ends in a most surreal scene (the aforementioned confrontation) that I felt has very little repercussions to the overall story and which made me wonder whether I was reading something else entirely, like a Science Fiction novel featuring wormholes or something. It got to a point where I was hoping T.S. was in fact dreaming or dead or 鈥� you get the picture.
That sense of surrealism never leaves the pages once we reach part 3 and T.S. experiences Washington. And here is where the book truly falters, where extravagance meets ludicrous. There is not only the Smithsonian complete unbelievable exploitation of this kid but also totally ridiculous sinister underground plots that make no sense in the context of the story told till them plus a certain amount of laughable revelations. Not to mention the foolish 鈥渆xpos茅鈥� of the Evil East as opposed to the na茂ve and good West.
And here is the main problem of this novel: those three parts are so disjointed, the overall feeling is that I read three different books. The first was excellent. The second was good. The third, so bad it hurt. It is an extremely irregular novel with far too many ideas that were not executed into a coherent whole. It is a shame because the beginning was amazingly full of potential which just made for a very frustrating read as the story progressed into the mess it became. Still, there is a little of emotional pay-off in the end between T.S. and his parents which was the one thing that kept the book from hitting the walls of my bedroom.
Tecumseh Sparrow (T.S.) Spivet is the narrator of this story, the unlikely prodigy child of a Montana rancher (the father) and a brilliant yet failed scientist (the mother). At 12, he is already a budding scientist interested in anatomy and entomology (just to name a couple) and an accomplished mapmaker. It is the latter that end up helping him to be granted an award from the Smithsonian Institution . The story opens with the phone call from another scientist linked to the Smithsonian (who believes T.S. to be an adult) who invites him to give a talk at the Institution. This precipitates the actual plot which involves T.S. running away from home, embarking on a journey to the East by hoboing his way through America.
The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet was a complicated book to read and this is going to be a complicated review to write. Perhaps the best word to describe it would be 鈥渆xtravagant鈥�. To start with, there is the format of the book itself. It is an oversized book, and the margins have been expanded to include side explanations, musings, drawings, sketches, anything really, that T.S. deems necessary to complement the story. These are often cool, interesting additions which go beyond merely complementing the story because a lot of the time, these offer a portrayal of his real emotional state. It is actually after reading the first examples of these extra bits that one comes to realise that T.S. might be precocious but he is still a child nonetheless. The extravagance here arises from the fact that these extra things are present in nearly every page of this book and since they must be read, as they contain essential elements to the story, sometimes reading the book was an exhausting endeavour. In fact, it took me over 3 months to get through merely 390 pages because I felt I could only read a handful of pages at a time. Despite that, I didn鈥檛 think this to be gimmicky and actually really enjoyed this aspect of the book.
Then there is the premise 鈥� T.S. is preposterously precocious and his brilliance at only 12 is almost too hard to believe. Major points to the author then that this is not really a problem and T.S. ,as a character, is quite possibly the best thing about the book 鈥� he is charming, funny, creative and even, endearing. His tendency to map the world and everything about it determines his basic personality: he likes order, he likes everything to be clear, he likes to explain away the things that he is perhaps too young to understand and grasp. He maps everything: his environment, books, the people he knows and how they act. As a reflection of his mental state, he actually believes that those are already pre-determined maps inside. It is perhaps easier to believe that than to accept that there is no pre-determination (even though there is very little science in thoughts like these).
Which brings me the plot. The book is divided in three parts: part 1 is an introduction to T.S. and his dysfunctional family of ostensibly emotionless parents in the aftermath of a family tragedy that nobody talks about: the death of his younger brother (their father鈥檚 favourite) in an accident for which T.S. feel partially responsible for. This is where he dwells on trying to decide whether he will go to Washington or not, eventually deciding to leave. This part is my favourite: it was brilliantly done, I loved the themes brought up here, including the differences between the parents, the fact that T.S. feels detached from his father and more attached to his scientist mother at the same time that is completely frustrated by what he feels is her failure to be a successful scientist.
This part is followed by Spivet鈥檚 journey to the East. He is mostly alone for the entirety of the journey except by some conversations with other hobos and a couple of scary confrontations with strangers 鈥� one of them quite serious. There is a marked difference in tone between part 1 and 2. Not only there is an element of magical realism in part 2 that was not present at all in part 1, there is also the fact that most of the narrative is taken over by his mother鈥檚 journal entries depicting the life of an ancestor, one of the first females cartographers. Whereas I was not a fan of the former because it felt so out of place in this novel, the latter was fascinating 鈥� not only in itself but also in the way that it depicts another side of his mother. This part basically ends in a most surreal scene (the aforementioned confrontation) that I felt has very little repercussions to the overall story and which made me wonder whether I was reading something else entirely, like a Science Fiction novel featuring wormholes or something. It got to a point where I was hoping T.S. was in fact dreaming or dead or 鈥� you get the picture.
That sense of surrealism never leaves the pages once we reach part 3 and T.S. experiences Washington. And here is where the book truly falters, where extravagance meets ludicrous. There is not only the Smithsonian complete unbelievable exploitation of this kid but also totally ridiculous sinister underground plots that make no sense in the context of the story told till them plus a certain amount of laughable revelations. Not to mention the foolish 鈥渆xpos茅鈥� of the Evil East as opposed to the na茂ve and good West.
And here is the main problem of this novel: those three parts are so disjointed, the overall feeling is that I read three different books. The first was excellent. The second was good. The third, so bad it hurt. It is an extremely irregular novel with far too many ideas that were not executed into a coherent whole. It is a shame because the beginning was amazingly full of potential which just made for a very frustrating read as the story progressed into the mess it became. Still, there is a little of emotional pay-off in the end between T.S. and his parents which was the one thing that kept the book from hitting the walls of my bedroom.
April 17, 2024
y'all.
did i finish this book or did this book finish me?
the ending literally brought me to tears and gave me a glimpse of hope :')
this is not a book for everyone, but it was certainly a book for me.
did i finish this book or did this book finish me?
the ending literally brought me to tears and gave me a glimpse of hope :')
this is not a book for everyone, but it was certainly a book for me.
June 23, 2011
I was really excited to see this in the basement of the Brookline Booksmith for just $5. I'd seen it a few months earlier and knew the general story/hype (it's not often that an author gets a 6, let alone 7 figure deal for a book, particularly a first book).
I bought it toward the end of February and read the first 35 pages in a white-heat, captivated by the precocious narrator and his amazing "maps," both of the land, and of the habits of his family member. I particularly loved "Father Drinks Whiskey with a Sensational Degree of Regularity."
I read a few more pages, and then heavy fatigue set in. There were several reasons:
1) The 12 year old narrator is just a little too smart (and perhaps autistic). Don't get me wrong: I love novels with alienated gifted-and-talented narrators, with Hal from Infinite Jest probably taking the cake, but for some reason I just wasn't as convinced by T.S. I could never quite shake the feeling that I was reading the work of an extremely intelligent slightly older person trying to impersonate an extremely intelligent younger person. This wasn't universal throughout the book, sometimes it was totally convincing, but the gaps were disconcerting.
2) T.S.'(s) maps are great and punctuate the book like footnotes. Little arrows stemming from the text indicate to the reader that a map is relevant to a particular section, and while these are initially cute, following all of them can be fatiguing, both on the eyes, and in how they slow down the progress of the plot.
3) While there are plenty of sublime moments, at times the writing seemed to drag on. I was significantly more taken with T.S.' maps, and a part of me wishes that there had been significantly more maps, and significantly fewer words.
Ultimately, I'm torn about how to rate this book. In the program where I teach there's endless debate about how to grade pieces of writing. On the one hand, there's the technical execution crowd: an unoriginal essay may receive a higher grade than a particularly thoughtful one if it demonstrates solid follow through. I more often find myself in the camp that wishes to award higher grades to papers that may not work out perfectly, but make an original argument.
And so it is with this novel. On the one hand I feel it could have been executed better, but on the other it's such an original piece with so many bright moments that I can't help but be kinder in my assessment.
At one point the narrator speculates that true success of a book should be measured in how re-readable it is (or something to that effect). I can't quite imagine wanting to reread this book from start to finish, but over the last month or so since I've finished it I have found myself flipping through to find a particular map, and so I get the impression this is a book that is more likely to rise in my esteem than go down.
This is Reif Larsen's first book. I feel the ending left considerable avenues to continue the story of T.S. Spivet and I'd love to see a sequel in which he enters puberty and perhaps "navigates" his first romance. Regardless, Larsen is an author I'll be looking out for in the future and will, despite reservations about his first book, pounce on his second, particularly if I can find in the bargain bin for $5.
I bought it toward the end of February and read the first 35 pages in a white-heat, captivated by the precocious narrator and his amazing "maps," both of the land, and of the habits of his family member. I particularly loved "Father Drinks Whiskey with a Sensational Degree of Regularity."
I read a few more pages, and then heavy fatigue set in. There were several reasons:
1) The 12 year old narrator is just a little too smart (and perhaps autistic). Don't get me wrong: I love novels with alienated gifted-and-talented narrators, with Hal from Infinite Jest probably taking the cake, but for some reason I just wasn't as convinced by T.S. I could never quite shake the feeling that I was reading the work of an extremely intelligent slightly older person trying to impersonate an extremely intelligent younger person. This wasn't universal throughout the book, sometimes it was totally convincing, but the gaps were disconcerting.
2) T.S.'(s) maps are great and punctuate the book like footnotes. Little arrows stemming from the text indicate to the reader that a map is relevant to a particular section, and while these are initially cute, following all of them can be fatiguing, both on the eyes, and in how they slow down the progress of the plot.
3) While there are plenty of sublime moments, at times the writing seemed to drag on. I was significantly more taken with T.S.' maps, and a part of me wishes that there had been significantly more maps, and significantly fewer words.
Ultimately, I'm torn about how to rate this book. In the program where I teach there's endless debate about how to grade pieces of writing. On the one hand, there's the technical execution crowd: an unoriginal essay may receive a higher grade than a particularly thoughtful one if it demonstrates solid follow through. I more often find myself in the camp that wishes to award higher grades to papers that may not work out perfectly, but make an original argument.
And so it is with this novel. On the one hand I feel it could have been executed better, but on the other it's such an original piece with so many bright moments that I can't help but be kinder in my assessment.
At one point the narrator speculates that true success of a book should be measured in how re-readable it is (or something to that effect). I can't quite imagine wanting to reread this book from start to finish, but over the last month or so since I've finished it I have found myself flipping through to find a particular map, and so I get the impression this is a book that is more likely to rise in my esteem than go down.
This is Reif Larsen's first book. I feel the ending left considerable avenues to continue the story of T.S. Spivet and I'd love to see a sequel in which he enters puberty and perhaps "navigates" his first romance. Regardless, Larsen is an author I'll be looking out for in the future and will, despite reservations about his first book, pounce on his second, particularly if I can find in the bargain bin for $5.
December 7, 2012
T.S. is a prodigy of cartography. He is only twelve years old, and he sees his whole world through the lens of mapping. He creates maps of movement, sociological phenomena, all of the possible moves from the starting position in Cat's Cradle... The possibilities are literally endless. All of his maps feature technical drawings so precise and aesthetically pleasing that he regularly publishes his maps in magazines like Smithsonian and Science.
He does all this from a ranch in Montana. His dad is a rancher who kneels at the altar of the iconic Cowboy, and his mom is an entomologist studying a quite possibly nonexistant bug. His sister is a prototypical teenage girl; none of his family knows that he is a famous cartographer (well, as famous as a cartographer can be).
One day, he gets a phone call from the Smithsonian - he has won a prestigious award, which comes with the opportunity to give a speech to the academic elite in Washington D.C. and temporary post at the Smithsonian Institute.
All this would be fascinating enough, but, as you would totally wish if you were reading this in the traditional way, T.S.'s maps are included in the book. Each page has margins of two or maybe three inches, and in many ways, we get to see the world as T. S. sees it.
As an analytical person myself, I loved this book. It's a relatively quiet book, though there is violence and adventure, and secret societies. There is a large chunk in the middle where Larsen dedicates tens of pages to a story about T.S.'s ancestor - a fictional woman who was one of the the earliest academically educated female scientists in America. I have a soft spot for quirky kids who see the world through unique lenses, and this definitely fits that set.
It's shelved in Adult Fiction at my library, which isn't misplaced, as the journey and the story will probably be appreciated the most by adults. But if you have a prodigy kid in your life, they might like it too.
He does all this from a ranch in Montana. His dad is a rancher who kneels at the altar of the iconic Cowboy, and his mom is an entomologist studying a quite possibly nonexistant bug. His sister is a prototypical teenage girl; none of his family knows that he is a famous cartographer (well, as famous as a cartographer can be).
One day, he gets a phone call from the Smithsonian - he has won a prestigious award, which comes with the opportunity to give a speech to the academic elite in Washington D.C. and temporary post at the Smithsonian Institute.
All this would be fascinating enough, but, as you would totally wish if you were reading this in the traditional way, T.S.'s maps are included in the book. Each page has margins of two or maybe three inches, and in many ways, we get to see the world as T. S. sees it.
As an analytical person myself, I loved this book. It's a relatively quiet book, though there is violence and adventure, and secret societies. There is a large chunk in the middle where Larsen dedicates tens of pages to a story about T.S.'s ancestor - a fictional woman who was one of the the earliest academically educated female scientists in America. I have a soft spot for quirky kids who see the world through unique lenses, and this definitely fits that set.
It's shelved in Adult Fiction at my library, which isn't misplaced, as the journey and the story will probably be appreciated the most by adults. But if you have a prodigy kid in your life, they might like it too.
September 25, 2009
It's true, there's very little else like this. An oversize, square hulk of a book chronicling the cross country journey of TS Spivet as he heads to the Smithsonian to collect a scientific award. All at the tender age of 12.
His insights into the oddities of everyday life and adulthood are punctuated, diverted and embellished by an ongoing collection of maps, technical diagrams, footnotes, and sketches on almost every page that are a joy to behold.
It's the novel equivalent of a low-fi indie comedy with an increasingly implausible plot, a loss of focus for the final section and a half baked ending that doesn't quite leave you where you hoped. Ultimately though, it doesn't matter too much. It's all about the journey. Yes there are faults (TS despite his genius sounds way too adult in his narrative at times) but overall it's a treasure and a definite read.
His insights into the oddities of everyday life and adulthood are punctuated, diverted and embellished by an ongoing collection of maps, technical diagrams, footnotes, and sketches on almost every page that are a joy to behold.
It's the novel equivalent of a low-fi indie comedy with an increasingly implausible plot, a loss of focus for the final section and a half baked ending that doesn't quite leave you where you hoped. Ultimately though, it doesn't matter too much. It's all about the journey. Yes there are faults (TS despite his genius sounds way too adult in his narrative at times) but overall it's a treasure and a definite read.
October 16, 2016
For my full review:
I only just about stopped myself from buying this book when I was on holiday in Scotland earlier this year - the discovery that it had been made into a film by the director of Amelie was very appealing. But alas, frugality won the day - not something that often happens when I am in a bookshop. Anyway, flashing forward a few months and I was delighted to rediscover it in my local library. This is one of those glorious books which defy genre and instead sweep up the reader and whirl them away to frontiers unknown - originally published as The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, this is a story of an incredible journey, an extraordinary young boy and a novel that teeters towards the brilliant.
The eponymous T.S. Spivet is a twelve year-old compulsive map-maker and middle child of the family - or at least he was until the recent accident in the barn during a gun-firing experiment which claimed the life of his younger brother Layton. T.S., or to use his full name Tecumseh Sparrow, is one of the most convincingly-drawn children that I can ever remember reading, he is like a less aggressive Holden Caulfield, but with an impressive range of notebooks instead of a hunting hat. He attempts to occupy himself with his sketching and categorising while he and his family attempt to numb the pain of Layton's loss with silence and avoiding the subject. His sister Gracie is fixated with 'awful girl pop', his cowboy father is unreachable and T.S.' mother, who he only ever refers to as 'Dr Clair', is unknowable, caught up with her own quest to discover the possibly non-existent 'tiger monk beetle'. In the midst of all of this, T.S. receives a phone call summoning him hundreds of miles away to receive an award at the Smithsonian, an organisation which is under the impression that he is a fully grown adult and who have been receiving his illustrations for quite some time.
Based on this description, one could be forgiven for expecting a standard coming-of-age story, but T.S. Spivet is something quite different. Around a third of each page is taken up with margins and footnotes of T.S.' observations and sketches, which reveal as much or more about the plot than the main text. The reader follows T.S.' thought processes back and forth, becoming fully immersed in his thoughts and preoccupations in a truly inventive way. I was reminded of reading Possession, as I had a similar sense of wonderment at the complete imaginative world that the author had created for the protagonist. Through the annotations, we learn about his past experiments, his relationship with his parents and most particularly with Layton so that we realise how sorely missed is the brother who so seldom features in the main text. That being said, it is a book that needs a great deal of concentration and at certain points, following the arrows and catching all the small print did feel a little like hard work.
Deciding to make his own way to Washington, T.S. sets off by stowing aboard a passing train, having first worried himself into a state of high anxiety over what to pack, collecting up an impressively impractical suitcase for the expedition. He is excited about his voyage, imagining the adventures of Lewis and Clark, but the reader pictures more Huckleberry Finn. The strongest part of the book is T.S.' Incredible Journey, which is full of highs and lows and moments of high drama - at this point, I was certain that I would need to buy my own copy of the book and re-read it repeatedly. However, after going through his suitcase, T.S. discovers that the notebook he purloined from his mother does not in fact contain scientific observations but is instead an excerpt from - gasp - a novel which she appears to have been writing concerning the life of Emma Osterville, one of their ancestors. While her story is interesting, it felt like an unwelcome distraction from the mid of T.S. - I could believe that he would gulp the story down, hungry to discover more of his distant mother's inner life, but as a reader, I was more interested in him.
A further blow came when T.S. finally arrived in Washington, unveiling himself as the twelve year-old wunderkind and discovering that the Smithsonian which he had revered for so long housed another collection of adults who are also imperfect, prone to lying and all keen to get ahead. The way the plot turned towards secret societies failed to convince or satisfy and felt like an out of place dream sequence. It all felt as if it almost worked - the mirroring of how T.S. started off the book confident in his own intellect who 'didn't often remember that [he] was twelve years-old', feeling ready to take on the trip to Washington and finishes an anxious child keen to be rescued, it's a fascinating irony, not to mention being like a speeded-up version of how adulthood can really feel at times! But I still felt a sadness that someone in the editing process had not sat down to help Larsen with the final third as it just fails to live up to the earlier promise.
Fans of Wes Anderson are sure to enjoy this - I really did. T.S. Spivet is a delightful protagonist and Larsen depicts perfectly how his compulsive categorisation and mapping of the world seems to stem from a psychological need, meaning that the information he delivers still feels organic. One of my favourites was when T.S. breaks down the five different forms of boredom - this is not something which I felt in any stage of the novel. The use of the marginalia allows us access to T.S.' subconscious, his darker feelings and guilt around his role in Layton's accidental death but via the main body of the novel, we watch him journey to self-acceptance and self-recognition. The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, as the book was originally entitled, had the potential to be a classic but it remains a thoroughly enjoyable read and has the benefit of one of the most original main characters I can remember. What I really wished though was that not quite so many loose ends had been left dangling.
I only just about stopped myself from buying this book when I was on holiday in Scotland earlier this year - the discovery that it had been made into a film by the director of Amelie was very appealing. But alas, frugality won the day - not something that often happens when I am in a bookshop. Anyway, flashing forward a few months and I was delighted to rediscover it in my local library. This is one of those glorious books which defy genre and instead sweep up the reader and whirl them away to frontiers unknown - originally published as The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, this is a story of an incredible journey, an extraordinary young boy and a novel that teeters towards the brilliant.
The eponymous T.S. Spivet is a twelve year-old compulsive map-maker and middle child of the family - or at least he was until the recent accident in the barn during a gun-firing experiment which claimed the life of his younger brother Layton. T.S., or to use his full name Tecumseh Sparrow, is one of the most convincingly-drawn children that I can ever remember reading, he is like a less aggressive Holden Caulfield, but with an impressive range of notebooks instead of a hunting hat. He attempts to occupy himself with his sketching and categorising while he and his family attempt to numb the pain of Layton's loss with silence and avoiding the subject. His sister Gracie is fixated with 'awful girl pop', his cowboy father is unreachable and T.S.' mother, who he only ever refers to as 'Dr Clair', is unknowable, caught up with her own quest to discover the possibly non-existent 'tiger monk beetle'. In the midst of all of this, T.S. receives a phone call summoning him hundreds of miles away to receive an award at the Smithsonian, an organisation which is under the impression that he is a fully grown adult and who have been receiving his illustrations for quite some time.
Based on this description, one could be forgiven for expecting a standard coming-of-age story, but T.S. Spivet is something quite different. Around a third of each page is taken up with margins and footnotes of T.S.' observations and sketches, which reveal as much or more about the plot than the main text. The reader follows T.S.' thought processes back and forth, becoming fully immersed in his thoughts and preoccupations in a truly inventive way. I was reminded of reading Possession, as I had a similar sense of wonderment at the complete imaginative world that the author had created for the protagonist. Through the annotations, we learn about his past experiments, his relationship with his parents and most particularly with Layton so that we realise how sorely missed is the brother who so seldom features in the main text. That being said, it is a book that needs a great deal of concentration and at certain points, following the arrows and catching all the small print did feel a little like hard work.
Deciding to make his own way to Washington, T.S. sets off by stowing aboard a passing train, having first worried himself into a state of high anxiety over what to pack, collecting up an impressively impractical suitcase for the expedition. He is excited about his voyage, imagining the adventures of Lewis and Clark, but the reader pictures more Huckleberry Finn. The strongest part of the book is T.S.' Incredible Journey, which is full of highs and lows and moments of high drama - at this point, I was certain that I would need to buy my own copy of the book and re-read it repeatedly. However, after going through his suitcase, T.S. discovers that the notebook he purloined from his mother does not in fact contain scientific observations but is instead an excerpt from - gasp - a novel which she appears to have been writing concerning the life of Emma Osterville, one of their ancestors. While her story is interesting, it felt like an unwelcome distraction from the mid of T.S. - I could believe that he would gulp the story down, hungry to discover more of his distant mother's inner life, but as a reader, I was more interested in him.
A further blow came when T.S. finally arrived in Washington, unveiling himself as the twelve year-old wunderkind and discovering that the Smithsonian which he had revered for so long housed another collection of adults who are also imperfect, prone to lying and all keen to get ahead. The way the plot turned towards secret societies failed to convince or satisfy and felt like an out of place dream sequence. It all felt as if it almost worked - the mirroring of how T.S. started off the book confident in his own intellect who 'didn't often remember that [he] was twelve years-old', feeling ready to take on the trip to Washington and finishes an anxious child keen to be rescued, it's a fascinating irony, not to mention being like a speeded-up version of how adulthood can really feel at times! But I still felt a sadness that someone in the editing process had not sat down to help Larsen with the final third as it just fails to live up to the earlier promise.
Fans of Wes Anderson are sure to enjoy this - I really did. T.S. Spivet is a delightful protagonist and Larsen depicts perfectly how his compulsive categorisation and mapping of the world seems to stem from a psychological need, meaning that the information he delivers still feels organic. One of my favourites was when T.S. breaks down the five different forms of boredom - this is not something which I felt in any stage of the novel. The use of the marginalia allows us access to T.S.' subconscious, his darker feelings and guilt around his role in Layton's accidental death but via the main body of the novel, we watch him journey to self-acceptance and self-recognition. The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, as the book was originally entitled, had the potential to be a classic but it remains a thoroughly enjoyable read and has the benefit of one of the most original main characters I can remember. What I really wished though was that not quite so many loose ends had been left dangling.
February 25, 2024
I have been savouring this book for weeks. It鈥檚 presented as a novel but it鈥檚 like no novel I鈥檝e ever read. In the margins of this oversized hardcover 鈥榥ovel鈥� there are dozens upon dozens of little maps made by the main character, 12 year old genius cartographer T.S. Spivet. Only a few are your standard map of the world style maps. The majority are fascinating data maps. For example, one shows the three different patterns of how T.S.鈥榮 sister Gracie chases peas around her plate with her fork when she is angry.
Stephen King wrote a blurb on the back of the book where he makes two predictions: 鈥淩eaders are going to love it as much as I did , and few if any will have experienced anything like it.鈥� True on both counts.
Stephen King wrote a blurb on the back of the book where he makes two predictions: 鈥淩eaders are going to love it as much as I did , and few if any will have experienced anything like it.鈥� True on both counts.
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