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Hatcher McCord is an evening news presenter who has found himself in Hell and is struggling to explain his bad fortune. He's not the only one to suffer this fate—in fact, he's surrounded by an outrageous cast of characters, including Humphrey Bogart, William Shakespeare, and almost all of the popes and most of the U.S. presidents. The question may be not who is in Hell but who isn't. McCord is living with Anne Boleyn in the afterlife but their happiness is, of course, constantly derailed by her obsession with Henry VIII (and the removal of her head at rather inopportune moments). One day McCord meets Dante's Beatrice, who believes there is a way out of Hell, and the next morning, during an exclusive on-camera interview with Satan, McCord realizes that Satan's omniscience, which he has always credited for the perfection of Hell's torments, may be a mirage—and Butler is off on a madcap romp about good, evil, free will, and the possibility of escape. Butler's depiction of Hell is original, intelligent, and fiercely comic, a book Dante might have celebrated.
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First published September 8, 2009
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Robert Olen Butler
89Ìýbooks438Ìýfollowers“I’ll never stop believing it: Robert Olen Butler is the best living American writer, period.â€�
� Jeff Guinn, Fort Worth Star-Telegram
Robert Olen Butler has published sixteen novels�The Alleys of Eden, Sun Dogs, Countrymen of Bones, On Distant Ground, Wabash, The Deuce, They Whisper, The Deep Green Sea, Mr. Spaceman, Fair Warning, Hell, A Small Hotel, The Hot Country, The Star of Istanbul, The Empire of Night, Perfume River—and six volumes of short fiction�Tabloid Dreams, Had a Good Time, Severance, Intercourse, Weegee Stories, and A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, which won the 1993 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Butler has published a volume of his lectures on the creative process, From Where You Dream, edited with an introduction by Janet Burroway.
In 2013 he became the seventeenth recipient of the F. Scott Fitzgerald Award for Outstanding Achievement in American Literature. He also won the Richard and Hinda Rosenthal Foundation Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and was a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award. He has twice won a National Magazine Award in Fiction and has received two Pushcart Prizes. He has also received both a Guggenheim Fellowship in fiction and a National Endowment for the Arts grant. His stories have appeared widely in such publications as The New Yorker, Esquire, Harper’s, The Atlantic Monthly, GQ, Zoetrope, The Paris Review, Granta, The Hudson Review, The Virginia Quarterly Review, Ploughshares, and The Sewanee Review. They have been chosen for inclusion in four annual editions of The Best American Short Stories, eight annual editions of New Stories from the South, several other major annual anthologies, and numerous college literature textbooks from such publishers as Simon & Schuster, Norton, Viking, Little Brown & Co., Houghton Mifflin, Oxford University Press, Prentice Hall, and Bedford/St.Martin and most recently in The New Granta Book of the American Short Story, edited by Richard Ford.
His works have been translated into twenty-one languages, including Vietnamese, Thai, Korean, Polish, Japanese, Serbian, Farsi, Czech, Estonian, Greek, and most recently Chinese. He was also a charter recipient of the Tu Do Chinh Kien Award given by the Vietnam Veterans of America for “outstanding contributions to American culture by a Vietnam veteran.� Over the past two decades he has lectured in universities, appeared at conferences, and met with writers groups in 17 countries as a literary envoy for the U. S. State Department.
He is a Francis Eppes Distinguished Professor holding the Michael Shaara Chair in Creative Writing at Florida State University. Under the auspices of the FSU website, in the fall of 2001, he did something no other writer has ever done, before or since: he revealed his writing process in full, in real time, in a webcast that observed him in seventeen two-hour sessions write a literary short story from its first inspiration to its final polished form. He also gave a running commentary on his artistic choices and spent a half-hour in each episode answering the emailed questions of his live viewers. The whole series, under the title “Inside Creative Writing� is a very popular on YouTube, with its first two-hour episode passing 125,000 in the spring of 2016.
For more than a decade he was hired to write feature-length screenplays for New Regency, Twentieth Century Fox, Warner Brothers, Paramount, Disney, Universal Pictures, Baldwin Entertainment Group (for Robert Redford), and two teleplays for HBO. Typical of Hollywood, none of these movies ever made it to the screen.
Reflecting his early training as an actor, he has also recorded the audio books for four of his works—A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, Hell, A Small Hotel and Perfume River. He was awarded an Honorary Doctorate degree from the State University of New York system. He lives in Florida, with his wife, the poet Kelly Lee Butler.
� Jeff Guinn, Fort Worth Star-Telegram
Robert Olen Butler has published sixteen novels�The Alleys of Eden, Sun Dogs, Countrymen of Bones, On Distant Ground, Wabash, The Deuce, They Whisper, The Deep Green Sea, Mr. Spaceman, Fair Warning, Hell, A Small Hotel, The Hot Country, The Star of Istanbul, The Empire of Night, Perfume River—and six volumes of short fiction�Tabloid Dreams, Had a Good Time, Severance, Intercourse, Weegee Stories, and A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, which won the 1993 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Butler has published a volume of his lectures on the creative process, From Where You Dream, edited with an introduction by Janet Burroway.
In 2013 he became the seventeenth recipient of the F. Scott Fitzgerald Award for Outstanding Achievement in American Literature. He also won the Richard and Hinda Rosenthal Foundation Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and was a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award. He has twice won a National Magazine Award in Fiction and has received two Pushcart Prizes. He has also received both a Guggenheim Fellowship in fiction and a National Endowment for the Arts grant. His stories have appeared widely in such publications as The New Yorker, Esquire, Harper’s, The Atlantic Monthly, GQ, Zoetrope, The Paris Review, Granta, The Hudson Review, The Virginia Quarterly Review, Ploughshares, and The Sewanee Review. They have been chosen for inclusion in four annual editions of The Best American Short Stories, eight annual editions of New Stories from the South, several other major annual anthologies, and numerous college literature textbooks from such publishers as Simon & Schuster, Norton, Viking, Little Brown & Co., Houghton Mifflin, Oxford University Press, Prentice Hall, and Bedford/St.Martin and most recently in The New Granta Book of the American Short Story, edited by Richard Ford.
His works have been translated into twenty-one languages, including Vietnamese, Thai, Korean, Polish, Japanese, Serbian, Farsi, Czech, Estonian, Greek, and most recently Chinese. He was also a charter recipient of the Tu Do Chinh Kien Award given by the Vietnam Veterans of America for “outstanding contributions to American culture by a Vietnam veteran.� Over the past two decades he has lectured in universities, appeared at conferences, and met with writers groups in 17 countries as a literary envoy for the U. S. State Department.
He is a Francis Eppes Distinguished Professor holding the Michael Shaara Chair in Creative Writing at Florida State University. Under the auspices of the FSU website, in the fall of 2001, he did something no other writer has ever done, before or since: he revealed his writing process in full, in real time, in a webcast that observed him in seventeen two-hour sessions write a literary short story from its first inspiration to its final polished form. He also gave a running commentary on his artistic choices and spent a half-hour in each episode answering the emailed questions of his live viewers. The whole series, under the title “Inside Creative Writing� is a very popular on YouTube, with its first two-hour episode passing 125,000 in the spring of 2016.
For more than a decade he was hired to write feature-length screenplays for New Regency, Twentieth Century Fox, Warner Brothers, Paramount, Disney, Universal Pictures, Baldwin Entertainment Group (for Robert Redford), and two teleplays for HBO. Typical of Hollywood, none of these movies ever made it to the screen.
Reflecting his early training as an actor, he has also recorded the audio books for four of his works—A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, Hell, A Small Hotel and Perfume River. He was awarded an Honorary Doctorate degree from the State University of New York system. He lives in Florida, with his wife, the poet Kelly Lee Butler.
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April 18, 2012
I'm only giving it 2 stars for the idea and themes. Really, it deserves 1 for being written so poorly. This guy won a Pulitzer Prize? I'm surprised he has even made as a writer. Let me give you a tip, Mr. Butler: never write in the passive voice! "He is thinking" should never be written. Every other page had something written in the passive voice and it drove me nuts. It was hard to concentrate. I also get what he's trying to do with the thought process being run-on sentences, but when it goes on for 2 pages it's almost impossible to read. He couldn't choose between calling him Bogey or Bogart. After a while it became repetitious and annoying to hear of all the people in Hell. I get it, everyone put themselves in Hell. Most people happen to be there because they are self-loathing or feel like they don't belong in Heaven. I thought it was interesting to have Satan not able to hear his thoughts, but once that was established it was never used well. Too bad, this idea could have been great in capable hands.
April 14, 2010
Someone once said that the problem with sensational journalism is not that it is not journalism, but rather that it is not sensational. Reading through this book, I thought of a new way of phrasing the idea: the problem with experimental novelists is not that they are not novelists, but that they are not experimental.
This could have been a truly imaginative piece of work. When I picked it up, I was looking forward to all the grossness, horror, and enslavement of Dante's Inferno, but updated with the hammer of our new modern sensibilities, wherein we don't shrink away from any subject, no matter how graphic. Also, I was expecting the cold chill that comes from watching a good horror movie, a chill which, I am convinced, comes from the idea of the self being erased. Fitting subjects for a modern reworking of hell, no?
True, there are people getting eaten with acid. But they reconstitute themselves afterward. There are people getting shot. They heal themselves afterward. There are jokes. For example, did you know that George W. Bush is really stupid? That Bill Clinton likes to have sex with loose women? And that Jerry Seinfeld tells lots of jokes about ordinary things? Ha ha! It is all so fucking inventive.
Being a modern writer with modern sensibilities, Mr. Butler cannot seem to imagine anything worse than getting hurt, getting embarrassed, or not being able to have sex. In other words, not getting what you want is hell.
Furthermore since, as Bob Dylan said in the excellent song "To Ramona," "you're better than no one and no one is better than you," everyone is in hell, from Moses to Mother Theresa. Mother Theresa is, I think, forced to be a cocktail waitress. Isn't that funny?
Mr. Butler, realizing at some point that he can't construct an entire book out of commonplace observations that everybody already knows, has filled in the space between these observations with a plot about a newscaster trying to discover a way out of hell. Of course, when he discovers this way out, it only turns out to be a gateway to some place (Heaven) where no one is trying to hurt you all the time.
Again, nothing really profound, as this subject matter would tend to make one expect. No reaching. The conclusion of the book has the character of being drawn out of a hat: it is random and just strange enough to make you think you've missed something very important within all the text.
Having perhaps read my hundredth book by a modern writer that I didn't understand, I am beginning to lose a little of my patience with these endings that are designed to make you believe that there is something deep in the book that you've missed. Still, I will state my ever-recurring caveat: this book may well have interesting things in it, and I may be a poor enough reader not to understand those things.
Having said that, I can't help but wonder if this ending business (wherein the ending is strange enough to attempt to inform the middle and beginning of the text you've already read) hasn't just become part of every modern writer's toolbox. In my view, the master of this technique was Hemingway, and it always worked well for him because his writing style deliberately left so many of the big issues out.
Incidentally, I think Hemingway stole the technique from Chekhov, who seems to use it again and again ad nauseum in his many tedious stories about boring people in the Russian countryside. Thanks, Chekhov, for inventing modern literature!
Seriously, though, it occurs to me that this technique is actually older than Chekhov, much older. The last chapter of The Iliad is very beautifully devoted to the funeral of Hector, when all along you thought the book was supposed to be about Achilles and his gang. In fact, in my first year of college I was so moved by the end of the Iliad that I was forced to cut the last line out of my copy and tape it to my door: "Such was their burial of Hector, breaker of horses."
The difference, of course, is that what Homer does is to inform us of another level running like bedrock beneath a story already chock full of levels, while Chekhov informs us that, though we thought we had been reading about nothing, in fact we have been reading something very deep and profound and we are just to stupid to understand it. It is clear to me, anyway, who is the better writer.
Anyway, the ending to Mr. Butler's novel has this kind of feel. It seems to inform the work, though in what way, I do not know, and I certainly don't feel driven by the originality of the work to sit down and try to dig it out. If, in fact, it is there.
This could have been a truly imaginative piece of work. When I picked it up, I was looking forward to all the grossness, horror, and enslavement of Dante's Inferno, but updated with the hammer of our new modern sensibilities, wherein we don't shrink away from any subject, no matter how graphic. Also, I was expecting the cold chill that comes from watching a good horror movie, a chill which, I am convinced, comes from the idea of the self being erased. Fitting subjects for a modern reworking of hell, no?
True, there are people getting eaten with acid. But they reconstitute themselves afterward. There are people getting shot. They heal themselves afterward. There are jokes. For example, did you know that George W. Bush is really stupid? That Bill Clinton likes to have sex with loose women? And that Jerry Seinfeld tells lots of jokes about ordinary things? Ha ha! It is all so fucking inventive.
Being a modern writer with modern sensibilities, Mr. Butler cannot seem to imagine anything worse than getting hurt, getting embarrassed, or not being able to have sex. In other words, not getting what you want is hell.
Furthermore since, as Bob Dylan said in the excellent song "To Ramona," "you're better than no one and no one is better than you," everyone is in hell, from Moses to Mother Theresa. Mother Theresa is, I think, forced to be a cocktail waitress. Isn't that funny?
Mr. Butler, realizing at some point that he can't construct an entire book out of commonplace observations that everybody already knows, has filled in the space between these observations with a plot about a newscaster trying to discover a way out of hell. Of course, when he discovers this way out, it only turns out to be a gateway to some place (Heaven) where no one is trying to hurt you all the time.
Again, nothing really profound, as this subject matter would tend to make one expect. No reaching. The conclusion of the book has the character of being drawn out of a hat: it is random and just strange enough to make you think you've missed something very important within all the text.
Having perhaps read my hundredth book by a modern writer that I didn't understand, I am beginning to lose a little of my patience with these endings that are designed to make you believe that there is something deep in the book that you've missed. Still, I will state my ever-recurring caveat: this book may well have interesting things in it, and I may be a poor enough reader not to understand those things.
Having said that, I can't help but wonder if this ending business (wherein the ending is strange enough to attempt to inform the middle and beginning of the text you've already read) hasn't just become part of every modern writer's toolbox. In my view, the master of this technique was Hemingway, and it always worked well for him because his writing style deliberately left so many of the big issues out.
Incidentally, I think Hemingway stole the technique from Chekhov, who seems to use it again and again ad nauseum in his many tedious stories about boring people in the Russian countryside. Thanks, Chekhov, for inventing modern literature!
Seriously, though, it occurs to me that this technique is actually older than Chekhov, much older. The last chapter of The Iliad is very beautifully devoted to the funeral of Hector, when all along you thought the book was supposed to be about Achilles and his gang. In fact, in my first year of college I was so moved by the end of the Iliad that I was forced to cut the last line out of my copy and tape it to my door: "Such was their burial of Hector, breaker of horses."
The difference, of course, is that what Homer does is to inform us of another level running like bedrock beneath a story already chock full of levels, while Chekhov informs us that, though we thought we had been reading about nothing, in fact we have been reading something very deep and profound and we are just to stupid to understand it. It is clear to me, anyway, who is the better writer.
Anyway, the ending to Mr. Butler's novel has this kind of feel. It seems to inform the work, though in what way, I do not know, and I certainly don't feel driven by the originality of the work to sit down and try to dig it out. If, in fact, it is there.
August 5, 2019
Bayıldım. Eğlenceli, yaratıcı ve düşündürücü. En sevdiğim yazarlardan biri olan Chuck Palahnuik'in en sevdiğim eserine, Lanetli Üçlemesi'ne benziyor. Zaten yazarın tarzındaki Palahnuik tadını hissetmemek mümkün değil.
April 17, 2013
If Hell were a 79¢ microwavable burrito it would come in the green wrapper and it's flavor would be mild.
I bought this book when it first came out, having excited myself over the synopsis. A snarky, adult, pop-culture referencing trip through Hell? That's so up my alley. I had started it immediately but according to the old receipt-turned-bookmark I only made it to page 40. What had happened?
Probably not by coincidence, it was around page 40 on the reread that I realized why I dropped Hell the first time.
I don't care about any of the characters. And I don't mean 'care' as in "have strong emotion for". I mean care as in "give at least half a shit about". At least half!
The constant name-dropping of a known persons (dead or just fictionally dead) was fun at first. It really was! George W. Bush? Funny! Albert Speer? A well used reference! Snoop Dogg? Eh, this is getting embarrassing. It became so tiring. Who's Hatcher McCord gonna walk by next?? The author photo on the back flap of the dust jacket shows Butler's floating, disembodied head lurking near a computer screen. I can only imagine that after the camera clicked, Butler immediately reopened Wikipedia in a new tab, repeatedly hit Random Page, and thought aloud "Alright, who else can I squeeze into this bitch?"
I spent most of the book prepared to give it a very generous three stars, until the unreadable, unforgivable departure into the succubus story. And I say unreadable not only because it was shit (and it was), but because I could not harness my eyeballs to stop rolling into oblivion, which makes it hard keep one's place on the page. This abysmal hackitude knocked the whole novel back to a well-deserved if only theoretical zero stars (c'mon Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ, some things really are that bad!)
Sadly, from this point the book never really recovers. Hell's schtick just gets older and more tiresome and you just want it to be over. The moralizing at the end felt empty and unlearned, being handed to you rather than extrapolated from the story.
...But, I did laugh. Even out loud sometimes! And Butler does have a talent for dialogue, which was clever without beating you over the head about how clever it was being. Kudos, I guess.
It was a strange feeling, this book. When I put it down, after a while I would think about how much I wanted to keep reading. But then, every time I picked it back up I remembered why I had put it down in the first place.
Which is, perhaps, a lot like eating a microwavable burrito.
I bought this book when it first came out, having excited myself over the synopsis. A snarky, adult, pop-culture referencing trip through Hell? That's so up my alley. I had started it immediately but according to the old receipt-turned-bookmark I only made it to page 40. What had happened?
Probably not by coincidence, it was around page 40 on the reread that I realized why I dropped Hell the first time.
I don't care about any of the characters. And I don't mean 'care' as in "have strong emotion for". I mean care as in "give at least half a shit about". At least half!
The constant name-dropping of a known persons (dead or just fictionally dead) was fun at first. It really was! George W. Bush? Funny! Albert Speer? A well used reference! Snoop Dogg? Eh, this is getting embarrassing. It became so tiring. Who's Hatcher McCord gonna walk by next?? The author photo on the back flap of the dust jacket shows Butler's floating, disembodied head lurking near a computer screen. I can only imagine that after the camera clicked, Butler immediately reopened Wikipedia in a new tab, repeatedly hit Random Page, and thought aloud "Alright, who else can I squeeze into this bitch?"
I spent most of the book prepared to give it a very generous three stars, until the unreadable, unforgivable departure into the succubus story. And I say unreadable not only because it was shit (and it was), but because I could not harness my eyeballs to stop rolling into oblivion, which makes it hard keep one's place on the page. This abysmal hackitude knocked the whole novel back to a well-deserved if only theoretical zero stars (c'mon Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ, some things really are that bad!)
Sadly, from this point the book never really recovers. Hell's schtick just gets older and more tiresome and you just want it to be over. The moralizing at the end felt empty and unlearned, being handed to you rather than extrapolated from the story.
...But, I did laugh. Even out loud sometimes! And Butler does have a talent for dialogue, which was clever without beating you over the head about how clever it was being. Kudos, I guess.
It was a strange feeling, this book. When I put it down, after a while I would think about how much I wanted to keep reading. But then, every time I picked it back up I remembered why I had put it down in the first place.
Which is, perhaps, a lot like eating a microwavable burrito.
April 4, 2024
SPOILERS:
I didn’t want to read Robert Olen Butler’s novel Hell, and I certainly didn’t want to like it. First turned on to Butler’s writing when I was reading all the Pulitzers since I was born, I fell in love with his collection of short stories about Vietnam. When I went on to read his novel about the afterlife, I was immediately turned off by the premise: that a (now dead) television reporter named Hatcher McCord now is in hell and interviewing people for one story � over and over: “Why Do You Think You’re Here?�
Okay, this is a hilarious set up, but what annoyed me was that the anchorman of the Evening News from Hell, interviewed George Bush (both of them) and Dick Cheney in this fictitious book. Honestly I didn’t want to think about politics while I was reading for enjoyment. Also, I just am so tired of all the polarization. Can’t we disagree with each other without wishing them eternal damnation? (Plus, I love the Bushes!)
But I kept turning the pages. And then, JKF, Bill and Hillary Clinton, and Christopher Hitchens show up in Butler’s hell. Richard Nixon, Esau (from the Bible), and J. Edgar Hoover do too, as well as all most of the world’s religious leaders. Oh and Martin Scorsese. Butler was doing something different.
Everyone, turns out, is in hell, and no one understands why. Well, actually, some have a pretty good idea. What results is a fever dream of an eternal contemplation: what makes people “good� or “bad,� what “saves� you? Are we so bad that we’re beneath saving?
In the most hilarious scene of the book, Hatcher interviews Satan himself on why he thinks he was placed in hell.
The book is funny, not a heavy philosophical treatise � the person who invented public bathroom hand dryers is in hell, naturally � and the main character falls in love with Anne Boleyn, who is headless in the afterlife. Bill Clinton waits endlessly in a hotel for women that never show up, Scorsese sees amazing things to film but has no camera, and Ike Turner has to listen to Nixon signing “Proud Mary� for an eternity.
In hell, no one can say � or even remember the concept of - love. Everyone wants this, but when they try to articulate it, the word leaves their head and they forget what they were longing for.
But then, Jesus arrives. This causes chaos in hell, because everyone is scrambling to plead their case, and Hatcher � not a believer � gets closer to him, feeling belief swell in his damned soul. So he approaches Jesus, and realizes he’s wearing a disguise. He’s not Jesus at all, he’s Binny Hinn � a disgraced televangelist who scammed people out of money on earth and spiritually manipulated millions.
Yes, Butler was doing something different � something beautiful and profound. He was grappling with the sinful and broken nature of the world in a way I’ll never forget. And ultimately, the novel encourages us that we disagree with each other without despising each other.
I didn’t want to read Robert Olen Butler’s novel Hell, and I certainly didn’t want to like it. First turned on to Butler’s writing when I was reading all the Pulitzers since I was born, I fell in love with his collection of short stories about Vietnam. When I went on to read his novel about the afterlife, I was immediately turned off by the premise: that a (now dead) television reporter named Hatcher McCord now is in hell and interviewing people for one story � over and over: “Why Do You Think You’re Here?�
Okay, this is a hilarious set up, but what annoyed me was that the anchorman of the Evening News from Hell, interviewed George Bush (both of them) and Dick Cheney in this fictitious book. Honestly I didn’t want to think about politics while I was reading for enjoyment. Also, I just am so tired of all the polarization. Can’t we disagree with each other without wishing them eternal damnation? (Plus, I love the Bushes!)
But I kept turning the pages. And then, JKF, Bill and Hillary Clinton, and Christopher Hitchens show up in Butler’s hell. Richard Nixon, Esau (from the Bible), and J. Edgar Hoover do too, as well as all most of the world’s religious leaders. Oh and Martin Scorsese. Butler was doing something different.
Everyone, turns out, is in hell, and no one understands why. Well, actually, some have a pretty good idea. What results is a fever dream of an eternal contemplation: what makes people “good� or “bad,� what “saves� you? Are we so bad that we’re beneath saving?
In the most hilarious scene of the book, Hatcher interviews Satan himself on why he thinks he was placed in hell.
The book is funny, not a heavy philosophical treatise � the person who invented public bathroom hand dryers is in hell, naturally � and the main character falls in love with Anne Boleyn, who is headless in the afterlife. Bill Clinton waits endlessly in a hotel for women that never show up, Scorsese sees amazing things to film but has no camera, and Ike Turner has to listen to Nixon signing “Proud Mary� for an eternity.
In hell, no one can say � or even remember the concept of - love. Everyone wants this, but when they try to articulate it, the word leaves their head and they forget what they were longing for.
But then, Jesus arrives. This causes chaos in hell, because everyone is scrambling to plead their case, and Hatcher � not a believer � gets closer to him, feeling belief swell in his damned soul. So he approaches Jesus, and realizes he’s wearing a disguise. He’s not Jesus at all, he’s Binny Hinn � a disgraced televangelist who scammed people out of money on earth and spiritually manipulated millions.
Yes, Butler was doing something different � something beautiful and profound. He was grappling with the sinful and broken nature of the world in a way I’ll never forget. And ultimately, the novel encourages us that we disagree with each other without despising each other.
December 22, 2009
New Yorker capsule review got my attention. The premise alone is great - a newscaster in hell does a series of celebrity interviews - just one question: "Why Do You Think You're Here?"
Perversely profound, though we are lured into the novel at the prospect of being a voyeur of someone else's eternal damnation, Butler leads the reader quickly to contemplate the source of all suffering.
In the opening scene Hatcher McCord, the narrator and anchorman of the Evening News from Hell, describes a television commercial in hell which shows to each individual some of his most treasured possessions - for Hatcher it's a complete series of some toy he owned as a child - but if you call the number on the screen, you are forced to relive a litany of miserable moments from your real childhood. Immediately, I felt called into hell myself. Those tortured moments when you realize you can't go back to childhood because now you know that it wasn't even that great.
In additional to delivering humorously some pretty profound meditations on life, suffering and human nature, Butler has a lot of fun with language - playing with different genres as Hatcher visits denizens from different eras. Bush, Hitler, J. Edgar Hoover, Clinton, Henry VIII, Humphrey Bogart - he does them all with aplomb.
He also lets us enjoy peeking at the suffering of many people we can all feel superior to - like members of the paparazzi who are forced to wear hideous, ill-fitting women's bathing-suits. These are like treats he hands out along the way to keep the mood light - and it works - is this how Dante's Inferno read to contemporaries, I wonder? If so, it is well-named the Divine Comedy.
The plot isn't exactly a page-turner - but Hatcher roams far enough and muses on enough topics as he goes that it is also never boring. And there is a plot and the characters have arcs and you get a sense of resolution - although not in the way you might imagine. Not with trumpets from heaven.
Consequently I never felt that urgency to get through a chapter to see what happens (after all - you pretty much know eternal suffering is what's most likely to happen) but I never felt like I wanted to put it down, either. To call it a light-hearted romp through the bowels of hell contained within the human psyche would not be entirely wrong.
Perversely profound, though we are lured into the novel at the prospect of being a voyeur of someone else's eternal damnation, Butler leads the reader quickly to contemplate the source of all suffering.
In the opening scene Hatcher McCord, the narrator and anchorman of the Evening News from Hell, describes a television commercial in hell which shows to each individual some of his most treasured possessions - for Hatcher it's a complete series of some toy he owned as a child - but if you call the number on the screen, you are forced to relive a litany of miserable moments from your real childhood. Immediately, I felt called into hell myself. Those tortured moments when you realize you can't go back to childhood because now you know that it wasn't even that great.
In additional to delivering humorously some pretty profound meditations on life, suffering and human nature, Butler has a lot of fun with language - playing with different genres as Hatcher visits denizens from different eras. Bush, Hitler, J. Edgar Hoover, Clinton, Henry VIII, Humphrey Bogart - he does them all with aplomb.
He also lets us enjoy peeking at the suffering of many people we can all feel superior to - like members of the paparazzi who are forced to wear hideous, ill-fitting women's bathing-suits. These are like treats he hands out along the way to keep the mood light - and it works - is this how Dante's Inferno read to contemporaries, I wonder? If so, it is well-named the Divine Comedy.
The plot isn't exactly a page-turner - but Hatcher roams far enough and muses on enough topics as he goes that it is also never boring. And there is a plot and the characters have arcs and you get a sense of resolution - although not in the way you might imagine. Not with trumpets from heaven.
Consequently I never felt that urgency to get through a chapter to see what happens (after all - you pretty much know eternal suffering is what's most likely to happen) but I never felt like I wanted to put it down, either. To call it a light-hearted romp through the bowels of hell contained within the human psyche would not be entirely wrong.
March 5, 2010
Hell by Robert Olen Butler (pp. 232)
Hands down, one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. A surreal comedy set literally in Hell with deceased fictional journalist, Hatcher McCord as our tortured, philosophical tour guide who happens to be the current anchor for Evening Nightly News of Hell.
Based on Dante’s Inferno with pieces of Jean Paul Satre, Waiting for Godot, Picasso at Lapin Agile, Dennis Miller, CNN, Entertainment Weekly and your high school history books all beautifully merged into a masterful tale that can’t begin to be described without reading it for yourself. While a short in the number of pages, Butler is able to take one page and paint images so rich, colorful, comedic, thought provoking and entertaining that you think you’ve covered 20 pages, but you’re still working on turning the page.
If all the Classics you’ve read grew up and got cool and relevant again, this is the book they’d want to be. Butler explores some of the great philosophic questions posed by the concept of Heaven and Hell. Why am I here? Do I deserve to be here? Are we all in hell? Can I redeem myself? Is hell so bad?
Juggling a cast of characters including most of the recent presidents, famous newscasters, Hoover, Elvis, the lesser characters of the Bible, musicians, actors and rock stars, Butler explores all the classic Hell themes as Hatcher McCord attempts to best Satan and escape Hell.
There are a list of people who I would recommend this book to all for different reasons and the random tasty morsels that pop up in the book. This is truly a well-executed and original take on a classic theme. Any fan of great writing should pick this up regardless of their interest in the subject matter.
Hands down, one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. A surreal comedy set literally in Hell with deceased fictional journalist, Hatcher McCord as our tortured, philosophical tour guide who happens to be the current anchor for Evening Nightly News of Hell.
Based on Dante’s Inferno with pieces of Jean Paul Satre, Waiting for Godot, Picasso at Lapin Agile, Dennis Miller, CNN, Entertainment Weekly and your high school history books all beautifully merged into a masterful tale that can’t begin to be described without reading it for yourself. While a short in the number of pages, Butler is able to take one page and paint images so rich, colorful, comedic, thought provoking and entertaining that you think you’ve covered 20 pages, but you’re still working on turning the page.
If all the Classics you’ve read grew up and got cool and relevant again, this is the book they’d want to be. Butler explores some of the great philosophic questions posed by the concept of Heaven and Hell. Why am I here? Do I deserve to be here? Are we all in hell? Can I redeem myself? Is hell so bad?
Juggling a cast of characters including most of the recent presidents, famous newscasters, Hoover, Elvis, the lesser characters of the Bible, musicians, actors and rock stars, Butler explores all the classic Hell themes as Hatcher McCord attempts to best Satan and escape Hell.
There are a list of people who I would recommend this book to all for different reasons and the random tasty morsels that pop up in the book. This is truly a well-executed and original take on a classic theme. Any fan of great writing should pick this up regardless of their interest in the subject matter.
March 12, 2021
It's weird.
There's a lot I disliked about this book. I sometimes felt like sections were disconnected or random. I thought inner dialogue went on way longer than it should. I skimmed pages at a time.
But I did really like the premise and the imagination behind this story. It was fun to picture this weird, quirky hell.
There's a lot I disliked about this book. I sometimes felt like sections were disconnected or random. I thought inner dialogue went on way longer than it should. I skimmed pages at a time.
But I did really like the premise and the imagination behind this story. It was fun to picture this weird, quirky hell.
June 15, 2023
Overall, the ending was predictable and you have to know a lot of historical references to find this book funny. I don’t know a lot of historical figures and most of the references went over my head. There was more of the author’s description of hell than an actual plot.
June 4, 2024
Hell is other people forever - and maybe that's OK. Butler portrays a Hell full of famous people from history (and possibly everyone who ever lived). The key takeaway is that their torment is thinking about their lives and regretting the failures of their relationships. Butler does a fun job of writing in the styles of Hell's famous inhabitants (Raymond Chandler, Ernest Hemingway, Henry VIII) with subtle humor and massive amounts of charm.
September 10, 2014
First off, thanks to the good people at ARCycling and to Mariela O. for getting me this book. Free books are always a cause for thanks, regardless of what I end up thinking of the book itself. In this case....well, my reaction was just incredibly ambivalent. Robert Olen Butler is apparently a Pulitzer-Prize winning author, but at least in this case I didn't see what all the fuss was about. There are a few laughs throughout this work of satire, but on the whole its cynical view of human nature just depressed me. In fact, the back text "Tweets from Hell" which appeared nowhere in the actual novel was the funniest part, I thought.
Who's in Hell? It seems like pretty darn near everyone, from Bill Clinton to Mother Theresa, and everyone wants to know why they ended up there. Hatcher McCord, as Satan's top newscaster, has the job of interviewing all these wonderful folks and asking them that one simple question: "Why are you here?" But even though he works directly for the devil, Hell is no picnic--there's the occasional rain of sulfuric acid to deal with, for example, or the unpredictable day/night cycle. There's the couple living next door, eternally confined to their La-Z-Boys and bickering at each other loudly when anyone walks by. The one bright spot in McCord's dismal reality is his girlfriend, Anne Boleyn, and even there everything is far from rosy. She's fixated on her ex-husband, Henry XIII, for one thing. For another, it seems physically impossible to have satisfying sex in Hell....though that doesn't stop anybody from trying. What is Hell like? Oddly enough, it's a lot like everyday life, just without the good bits and with a lot more chaos and a higher temperature. Apparently Dante took quite a few dramatic liberties after his escape. You spend your time doing things much like you did in life, only without the hope of things turning out alright. J. Edgar Hoover runs the Devil's surveillance service. Humphrey Bogart spends most of his time in the guise of one or another of his characters, always looking for Lauren Bacall. McCord gets to give the evening news, but the teleprompter is always trying to trip him up. One day, however, everything changes. McCord discovers that his private thoughts are his own and not, as everyone assumes, being monitored by the Diabolical One. Furthermore, there may be a way out of Hell....if only he can find it.
My reaction? Decidedly "meh," unfortunately. I had high hopes for the comedy value here, apparently too high as it turned out. There were some laughs, sure, but quite a few of them were uncomfortable ones. I wasn't bothered by the horrid theology--that was expected. What bothered me far more was the cynicism inherent in the tale. Heaven turns out to be a place of contented numbness, much like any anti-depressant based dystopia. The way out of Hell appears to be simply the act of trying to escape. And it doesn't seem that anyone, not one person, made the cut and escaped being consigned to Hell's flames. There are digs handed out at public figures left and right, historical and contemporary, significant and not so much. Those, at times, were humorous. Not enough so to salvage this book for me, but at least a little bit. I got the impression the author had some grand truth (or at least some grand assertion) that he wanted to reveal about human nature, but never quite got the curtain to come unhooked.
CONTENT: R-rated language. Explicit sexual content, typically strange and grotesque enough not to be arousing. Strong violence. Occult content....well, the majority of the book is literally set in Hell, so....
Who's in Hell? It seems like pretty darn near everyone, from Bill Clinton to Mother Theresa, and everyone wants to know why they ended up there. Hatcher McCord, as Satan's top newscaster, has the job of interviewing all these wonderful folks and asking them that one simple question: "Why are you here?" But even though he works directly for the devil, Hell is no picnic--there's the occasional rain of sulfuric acid to deal with, for example, or the unpredictable day/night cycle. There's the couple living next door, eternally confined to their La-Z-Boys and bickering at each other loudly when anyone walks by. The one bright spot in McCord's dismal reality is his girlfriend, Anne Boleyn, and even there everything is far from rosy. She's fixated on her ex-husband, Henry XIII, for one thing. For another, it seems physically impossible to have satisfying sex in Hell....though that doesn't stop anybody from trying. What is Hell like? Oddly enough, it's a lot like everyday life, just without the good bits and with a lot more chaos and a higher temperature. Apparently Dante took quite a few dramatic liberties after his escape. You spend your time doing things much like you did in life, only without the hope of things turning out alright. J. Edgar Hoover runs the Devil's surveillance service. Humphrey Bogart spends most of his time in the guise of one or another of his characters, always looking for Lauren Bacall. McCord gets to give the evening news, but the teleprompter is always trying to trip him up. One day, however, everything changes. McCord discovers that his private thoughts are his own and not, as everyone assumes, being monitored by the Diabolical One. Furthermore, there may be a way out of Hell....if only he can find it.
My reaction? Decidedly "meh," unfortunately. I had high hopes for the comedy value here, apparently too high as it turned out. There were some laughs, sure, but quite a few of them were uncomfortable ones. I wasn't bothered by the horrid theology--that was expected. What bothered me far more was the cynicism inherent in the tale. Heaven turns out to be a place of contented numbness, much like any anti-depressant based dystopia. The way out of Hell appears to be simply the act of trying to escape. And it doesn't seem that anyone, not one person, made the cut and escaped being consigned to Hell's flames. There are digs handed out at public figures left and right, historical and contemporary, significant and not so much. Those, at times, were humorous. Not enough so to salvage this book for me, but at least a little bit. I got the impression the author had some grand truth (or at least some grand assertion) that he wanted to reveal about human nature, but never quite got the curtain to come unhooked.
CONTENT: R-rated language. Explicit sexual content, typically strange and grotesque enough not to be arousing. Strong violence. Occult content....well, the majority of the book is literally set in Hell, so....
May 24, 2011
I'll summarize. This was an excellent book. The premise is awesome. I don't want to share too much to avoid spoilers.
The basic idea is that the main character is a journalist who has died and gone to hell, and is now a Evening News in Hell anchorman. Oh yeah, and he's co-habitating with Anne Boleyn. Right, the Henry the 8th Anne Boleyn. The author has cooked up some seriously demented "punishments" for the various denizens. You may consider this a modernized Dante's Inferno if you wish, but that wouldn't be doing this justice.
There are some odd skips in perspective that take some getting used to. The author puts you into the mind of other characters the main character meets so you can see the mental process they are going through that defines their torment. This happens often, is accompanied by italicized text, and is outside the flow of the main plot, though it certainly lends more fuel to the plot line.
It is also, and perhaps even mainly, a social commentary. Many modern people are down there (perhaps indicating this is set somewhere in the near future), and the authors torments on them are clear indication of his thoughts on them. This book is probably not on the Catholic church's "recommended reading" list, as, well... as you might expect with anything that lends detail to what the Church considers itself the authority on, there are definitely some views expressed here that would not be acceptable to them. Not to mention some of the religious figures from history (and modern times) that are down there as well. At least he doesn't pick on them specifically. All the major religions are well represented.
The there are certainly political views expressed (based on the treatment of some of the world's politicians), and though I would consider the author's general views as liberal and left-leaning, enjoying this book does not require you to lean any particular way politically. You will find plenty of things to laugh at even if they weren't all the things I found.
Yes, it is generally a comedy, but I do think the social commentary is quiet serious, and by the end of the book, you will find yourself thinking more and laughing perhaps a bit less. The balance is brilliant, and definitely a recommended read from my perspective.
The basic idea is that the main character is a journalist who has died and gone to hell, and is now a Evening News in Hell anchorman. Oh yeah, and he's co-habitating with Anne Boleyn. Right, the Henry the 8th Anne Boleyn. The author has cooked up some seriously demented "punishments" for the various denizens. You may consider this a modernized Dante's Inferno if you wish, but that wouldn't be doing this justice.
There are some odd skips in perspective that take some getting used to. The author puts you into the mind of other characters the main character meets so you can see the mental process they are going through that defines their torment. This happens often, is accompanied by italicized text, and is outside the flow of the main plot, though it certainly lends more fuel to the plot line.
It is also, and perhaps even mainly, a social commentary. Many modern people are down there (perhaps indicating this is set somewhere in the near future), and the authors torments on them are clear indication of his thoughts on them. This book is probably not on the Catholic church's "recommended reading" list, as, well... as you might expect with anything that lends detail to what the Church considers itself the authority on, there are definitely some views expressed here that would not be acceptable to them. Not to mention some of the religious figures from history (and modern times) that are down there as well. At least he doesn't pick on them specifically. All the major religions are well represented.
The there are certainly political views expressed (based on the treatment of some of the world's politicians), and though I would consider the author's general views as liberal and left-leaning, enjoying this book does not require you to lean any particular way politically. You will find plenty of things to laugh at even if they weren't all the things I found.
Yes, it is generally a comedy, but I do think the social commentary is quiet serious, and by the end of the book, you will find yourself thinking more and laughing perhaps a bit less. The balance is brilliant, and definitely a recommended read from my perspective.
January 18, 2010
If you look at most of what I enjoy reading, you’ll understand that every now and then I need a dose of comedy, and this ingenious satiric three ring circus fit the bill well. As with Dante’s Inferno, there’s precious little plot: this one’s mostly about the sightseeing, and much of the entertainment of this book actually stems from the seemingly endless variety and ingenuity of such special punishments, which make Dante look like an amateur. William Randolph Hearst blogs without recourse to the CAPS LOCK, while Shakespeare’s hard drive crashes; Martha Stewart demonstrates how to cook one’s own organs; Dick Cheney grouses Beelzabub over their incompetent bosses, and J. Edgar Hoover goes on TV in drag. Yes, you meet people who haven’t died yet here. George W. Bush is here, perplexed and convinced that he’s actually in Heaven. Who else is in Hell? Hell, who isn’t? So many people show up, some who aren’t even quite dead yet above ground, and one of the book’s main pastimes is celebrity spotting. Was that Christopher Hitchens in a clinch with Mother Theresa? Is that Robert Redford? Are those the Bee Gees? Our hero is Hatcher McCord, an anchorman in life and now one in Hell, all devised as a part of his own special punishment. Other aspects of it include bruising his hip every day in the same place on the same table, and sex that ranges from unsatisfying to ghastly with his girlfriend, the occasionally re-capitated Anne Boleyn. Hatcher’s biggest hit is the “Why Do You Think You’re Here?� show, but his secret talent is a mind that Satan can’t quite control, all of which leads him to enlist Judas Iscariot in a escape attempt. But as I said, plot is beside the point. Hey, was that Christopher Hitchens necking with Mother Theresa, as Celine Dion sings that Titanic song over, and over, and over�? One joke, but he does tell it pretty darned well. I'm thinking this title will be pretty much meaningless in about 10 or 15 years, though.
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July 31, 2014Butler is funny as Hell while asking the Big Serious Questions. The more familiar you are with Dante, the better this novel. I knew right away, on page 2, I was going to like the book when one of the first denizens introduced was "George Clemens, inventor of the electric hand dryer for public restrooms."
Actually, everyone seems to be there, all the best people. The protagonist, Hatcher McCord, died a big-shot TV news anchor and now headlines "The Evening News from Hell." He lives with Anne Boleyn, beheaded queen of Henry VIII. The couple keep trying to, as she says, "'play at the beast with two backs.'"
"'Have you been hanging around with Shakespeare again?'" the protagonist asks jealously.
"'He's insufferable,' Anne says.
"'You sound more and more like him.'
"'He complains all the time.... He weeps for quill and ink.'
"'Please.'
"'His hard drive keeps crashing and he loses his plays.'
"'We all have to keep up.'" (17)
In the neighborhood where "the poets and playwrights and fiction writers dwell" the bookstores carry nothing but unsold remainders and go out of business at sundown. Except for Sylvia Beach's famous Paris bookshop, Shakespeare and Company, where the shelves are packed. "'Every volume I have,'" she points with despair. "'Reader's Digest Condensed Books. It's all I can get.' Sylvia begins to weep softly. 'Is it because of Adrienne, do you suppose? That I'm here, with these?'"
Another torment Sylvia suffers is that writers never visit her store. "'I only get book reviewers. They come in and sit around, and they all seem unaware of who or where they are. I don't know them. They clearly read too fast and in the wrong frame of mind. They miss so much. Perhaps that's why they're here.'" (86)
Actually, everyone seems to be there, all the best people. The protagonist, Hatcher McCord, died a big-shot TV news anchor and now headlines "The Evening News from Hell." He lives with Anne Boleyn, beheaded queen of Henry VIII. The couple keep trying to, as she says, "'play at the beast with two backs.'"
"'Have you been hanging around with Shakespeare again?'" the protagonist asks jealously.
"'He's insufferable,' Anne says.
"'You sound more and more like him.'
"'He complains all the time.... He weeps for quill and ink.'
"'Please.'
"'His hard drive keeps crashing and he loses his plays.'
"'We all have to keep up.'" (17)
In the neighborhood where "the poets and playwrights and fiction writers dwell" the bookstores carry nothing but unsold remainders and go out of business at sundown. Except for Sylvia Beach's famous Paris bookshop, Shakespeare and Company, where the shelves are packed. "'Every volume I have,'" she points with despair. "'Reader's Digest Condensed Books. It's all I can get.' Sylvia begins to weep softly. 'Is it because of Adrienne, do you suppose? That I'm here, with these?'"
Another torment Sylvia suffers is that writers never visit her store. "'I only get book reviewers. They come in and sit around, and they all seem unaware of who or where they are. I don't know them. They clearly read too fast and in the wrong frame of mind. They miss so much. Perhaps that's why they're here.'" (86)
October 23, 2013
You know the old joke: if you go to hell then you'll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends that you won't have time to worry? That pretty much sums up this story. But of course being dead in hell in this story is probably just a metaphor for life as we know it. This slim book was surprisingly difficult to get through. All the famous denizens: J. Edgar Hoover, Richard Nixon, Anne Boleyn, etc., were cliches of the popular versions of these characters. Snore. Their individual tortures were supposed to be clever I suppose, but they didn't really seem that creative. The whole succubus passage was terrible, and had little to do with the rest of the story. The final nail in the coffin is that you see the ending coming several pages before it's revealed. Lame.
October 2, 2013
I'm so happy to have discovered Robert Olen Butler. I'm not sure what made me pick up this book (the title? the cover illustration?). Butler takes readers on an enjoyable literary romp through Hell with his protagonist, a TV anchorman who has found himself in that place below and sets out to find out why he is there--along with all manner of other famous and not-so-famous people. But there's a deeper message about humanity that's both satisfying and poignant. I'll be picking up more of Butler's books.
November 2, 2009
Don't be turned off by the number of lower reviews of this book. Most people don't like it cause its "depressing." I have to say that most literature is depressing and if you don't want to read about reality stick to reading Romance novels are the stuff that scruffs by these days as "bestsellers." This novel is inventive and fascinating. A quick read and definitely one of the best books I've read in a long time. This is number 75 for the year so that should say something.
March 10, 2011
holy crap this was terrible
note to literary world: Pulitzer winners still need editors to tell them when their work sucks balls. note to Pulitzer winners: don't waste our time (or, hell, your own time), not to mention the bajillions of trees it took to print the book, with self-indulgent, idiotic work like this. note to R.O.B.: your sense of humor is downright embarrassing, yo
(had to read this for class)
note to literary world: Pulitzer winners still need editors to tell them when their work sucks balls. note to Pulitzer winners: don't waste our time (or, hell, your own time), not to mention the bajillions of trees it took to print the book, with self-indulgent, idiotic work like this. note to R.O.B.: your sense of humor is downright embarrassing, yo
(had to read this for class)
March 14, 2019
This is the first Butler novel I've read, and I'm impressed. His take on hell was lively and thoroughly imagined, and filled with the one-off satiric comments that I love. His characters were well-drawn, and I was particularly impressed with the independence he gave to his female characters. The contemporary comments have already made this book a snapshot of its time, but its willingness to embrace this time-sensitive satire makes it more valuable.
November 23, 2011
I had some issues with this book at first, mainly because its themes were a bit heavy given the personal hell I was going through. But it picks up very well once it gets past the initial fascination with itself and the idea of all these famous people in hell. I loved the ending and found it unexpected and remarkably sweet.
July 12, 2013
Not impressed. As a matter of fact, several times throughout the book, I was reminded of the title whenever I considered how many pages were left. I only stuck with it because Mr. Butler is a Pulitzer Prize winner (although, not by the standards of this book, in my opinion) and the premise is interesting, just not well done. Anyway, I can't recommend it at all as I barely finished it myself.
December 26, 2009
Not what I was expecting AT ALL. It had its moments in the first 50 pages, then it just went downhill for me after that. I skimmed and jumped around and was never genuinely engaged. I guess I just missed the point.
January 7, 2010
Lives up to the intriguing premise. I found the novel to be strangely satisfying despite the fact that all of the characters are languishing in Hell. Would make a nice companion read to Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman.
November 24, 2014
I loved this..It was funny and an altogether great read
August 11, 2014
Almost 5 stars. Great book, creatively set in a vivid underworld, with a great list of famous (infamous?) cameos. Read with a search engine nearby, looking up unfamiliar names is almost a must.
September 5, 2023
Well, this one has me asking: who actually gets into heaven? Maybe one of the key factors, to judge from this conception of it, is that you can't be a celebrity... it seems that most of the people in this "all-star" cast who ended up in the recesses of the abyss were at least some type of media personality - even newscasters qualify, apparently, to judge from the exploits of the main character, but may other famous people are there too, including some you wouldn't immediately suspect, including authors, playwrights, movie stars, religious leaders like Catholic popes and Martin Luther, royals... you get the idea.
This odd story, which is somewhat reminiscent of one of Kurt Vonnegut's farcical novels (but nowhere as good, honestly), tells the story of a former newscaster who finds himself in hell. Like most people, he can't really figure out what he did to get there, but he knows that he's in bad company: all the aforementioned apparent degenerates are there with him, and infinitely more - hell's main city - and, of course, it IS a city - is a crowded place. Maybe Hell's Kitchen isn't too far off. And, it seems, that it's his job to interview the rich and famous: Bill Clinton, Dick Nixon, and even Satan himself - to ask them why they think they're there. It turns out, but perhaps not surprisingly, Satan has some serious daddy issues.
At any rate, it seems that some perverted type of relationship with other people is also sort of possible. Hatcher, for instance, has for some reason taken up with Anne Boleyn, who has an imposible head she can remove and set on the dining table of their apartment (wonder what those are like in hell... New York rear tenement buildings, perchance?), although she still remains obsessed with her former husband (the second one), Henry, who had her killed, so, of course, he's in hell, too.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Hatcher meets up with a mysterious stranger, who takes him to another apartment in the city where he meets none other than Humphrey Bogart, whose philandering ways have apparently landed him a cushy gig near the not-so-proverbial lake of fire. At first, it seems to Hatcher that Bogey and a co-star of some kind are performing a scene from a movie... until it's revealed that the "dame" they're meeting with is none other than Beatrice Portinari, Dante's former "flame," as it were. And, the person who led Hatcher there turns out to be none other than Vergil, who, it seems, has also at last landed himself a permanent position in the infernal realm. Few, apparently, know exactly how they ended up in Hell... but Beatrice has an idea.
It seems that Dante's Inferno was based somewhat on reality, in that Dante really DID descend into hell, and escape again (only to, himself, land there permanently). But, the point is: he at one point did escape the confines of the abyss, and Beatrice is determined to find out how to escape. As such, she dispatches Bogey and Hatcher to find out if there really is a trap door to Hades. No spoilers, but it appears that we all choose our own hell, even if given an alternative. Because, as said Sartre, who according to this curious novel would have it is also probably in hell, in his 1944 play, here appropriately titled "No Exit," Hell is Other People. Or with other people. Or because of other people. Or something like that.
This is described as an experimental novel, whatever that means these days, which usually ends up being pretty mediocre at best. This one is at least fair, although it does assume a fair bit of knowledge about historical figures, so I think it was intended for a more intellectual crowd than normal. That said, it wasn't as interesting as I had hoped, as there is a lot of "name-dropping" but not a lot of substance about the individuals mentioned. I would definitely like to know more about what the author's conception of hell would be for all the people he thinks are there: the popes, celebrities, royals, even journalists, which would make it fun and creative, but it really wasn't. There were a few select ones, such as Bill Clinton's admission that he did it for power, and Satan because of his daddy issues, but I was hoping for a lot more. We remain in the dark about why MOST people are in hell, other than perhaps they ultimately choose to be there, in good company with everyone else.
I read it in sessions over several days, as my mind started to wander after about a half-hour. The plot, because it jumps around in time so much - perhaps hell does, too, who knows? lags quite a lot, and not much happens for large sections of the book. It's one of those, as I've said before, talks a lot but doesn't say much. It's fair for a bit of light reading, as long as you don't expect too much. That said, not sure it was worth the time, as there are so many other books I would like to read. If you have plenty of time to read, I suppose it's decent, but there are a lot of superior ones out there.
This odd story, which is somewhat reminiscent of one of Kurt Vonnegut's farcical novels (but nowhere as good, honestly), tells the story of a former newscaster who finds himself in hell. Like most people, he can't really figure out what he did to get there, but he knows that he's in bad company: all the aforementioned apparent degenerates are there with him, and infinitely more - hell's main city - and, of course, it IS a city - is a crowded place. Maybe Hell's Kitchen isn't too far off. And, it seems, that it's his job to interview the rich and famous: Bill Clinton, Dick Nixon, and even Satan himself - to ask them why they think they're there. It turns out, but perhaps not surprisingly, Satan has some serious daddy issues.
At any rate, it seems that some perverted type of relationship with other people is also sort of possible. Hatcher, for instance, has for some reason taken up with Anne Boleyn, who has an imposible head she can remove and set on the dining table of their apartment (wonder what those are like in hell... New York rear tenement buildings, perchance?), although she still remains obsessed with her former husband (the second one), Henry, who had her killed, so, of course, he's in hell, too.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Hatcher meets up with a mysterious stranger, who takes him to another apartment in the city where he meets none other than Humphrey Bogart, whose philandering ways have apparently landed him a cushy gig near the not-so-proverbial lake of fire. At first, it seems to Hatcher that Bogey and a co-star of some kind are performing a scene from a movie... until it's revealed that the "dame" they're meeting with is none other than Beatrice Portinari, Dante's former "flame," as it were. And, the person who led Hatcher there turns out to be none other than Vergil, who, it seems, has also at last landed himself a permanent position in the infernal realm. Few, apparently, know exactly how they ended up in Hell... but Beatrice has an idea.
It seems that Dante's Inferno was based somewhat on reality, in that Dante really DID descend into hell, and escape again (only to, himself, land there permanently). But, the point is: he at one point did escape the confines of the abyss, and Beatrice is determined to find out how to escape. As such, she dispatches Bogey and Hatcher to find out if there really is a trap door to Hades. No spoilers, but it appears that we all choose our own hell, even if given an alternative. Because, as said Sartre, who according to this curious novel would have it is also probably in hell, in his 1944 play, here appropriately titled "No Exit," Hell is Other People. Or with other people. Or because of other people. Or something like that.
This is described as an experimental novel, whatever that means these days, which usually ends up being pretty mediocre at best. This one is at least fair, although it does assume a fair bit of knowledge about historical figures, so I think it was intended for a more intellectual crowd than normal. That said, it wasn't as interesting as I had hoped, as there is a lot of "name-dropping" but not a lot of substance about the individuals mentioned. I would definitely like to know more about what the author's conception of hell would be for all the people he thinks are there: the popes, celebrities, royals, even journalists, which would make it fun and creative, but it really wasn't. There were a few select ones, such as Bill Clinton's admission that he did it for power, and Satan because of his daddy issues, but I was hoping for a lot more. We remain in the dark about why MOST people are in hell, other than perhaps they ultimately choose to be there, in good company with everyone else.
I read it in sessions over several days, as my mind started to wander after about a half-hour. The plot, because it jumps around in time so much - perhaps hell does, too, who knows? lags quite a lot, and not much happens for large sections of the book. It's one of those, as I've said before, talks a lot but doesn't say much. It's fair for a bit of light reading, as long as you don't expect too much. That said, not sure it was worth the time, as there are so many other books I would like to read. If you have plenty of time to read, I suppose it's decent, but there are a lot of superior ones out there.
June 30, 2020
I have no clue how this book got onto my reading list. I think I’m glad it got there but, as often with satires, it is sometimes hard to be sure. Julien du Casse (1682 � 1715) was a French arms dealer whose last words are reported to be, “May the hell you find be the fruit of your carelessness.� This quote came to mind during my reading of In Hell.
Robert Olen Butler’s protagonist is Hatcher McCord, an famous evening news anchorman whose job now is to present hell’s evening news program. His is a captive audience. Hatcher’s main assignment is to interview people in hell and film them answering his one and only question, “why are you here?�
As in turns out, just about everyone is in hell. Not just those you might expect such as Anne Boleyn and Dick Nixon and Judas Iscariot but also Mother Theresa and almost of the popes and Presidents. Hatcher interviews many of them, including Satan himself, always posing the same question “why are you here.� As you read along you will find yourself wondering if I end up in hell will I know the answer to this question.
Using his “reporter’s nose�, Hatcher comes upon information that makes him think there is a way out of hell. The book shifts to his trying to track down more information and to plan his escape. Figuring it might improve his chances of escaping hell, Hatcher decides to track down his three former wives to say he is sorry. Obviously this does not go well but he does gain some insight as to why he, himself, is in hell.
This book contains a lot of dark humor about hell, various famous and infamous people, religious leaders, and philosophies of heaven and hell. You may laugh, you may be offended, and you may find pieces too close to home. I’m pretty sure that you will find Butler’s writing excellent and his presentation of hell unlike those of any others.
Will Hatcher find out why he is in hell? Will he escape? Will he or Satan has the last laugh? There is only one way to find out - by tuning in to the Evening News from Hell.
Robert Olen Butler’s protagonist is Hatcher McCord, an famous evening news anchorman whose job now is to present hell’s evening news program. His is a captive audience. Hatcher’s main assignment is to interview people in hell and film them answering his one and only question, “why are you here?�
As in turns out, just about everyone is in hell. Not just those you might expect such as Anne Boleyn and Dick Nixon and Judas Iscariot but also Mother Theresa and almost of the popes and Presidents. Hatcher interviews many of them, including Satan himself, always posing the same question “why are you here.� As you read along you will find yourself wondering if I end up in hell will I know the answer to this question.
Using his “reporter’s nose�, Hatcher comes upon information that makes him think there is a way out of hell. The book shifts to his trying to track down more information and to plan his escape. Figuring it might improve his chances of escaping hell, Hatcher decides to track down his three former wives to say he is sorry. Obviously this does not go well but he does gain some insight as to why he, himself, is in hell.
This book contains a lot of dark humor about hell, various famous and infamous people, religious leaders, and philosophies of heaven and hell. You may laugh, you may be offended, and you may find pieces too close to home. I’m pretty sure that you will find Butler’s writing excellent and his presentation of hell unlike those of any others.
Will Hatcher find out why he is in hell? Will he escape? Will he or Satan has the last laugh? There is only one way to find out - by tuning in to the Evening News from Hell.
September 9, 2017
One of the members of my book club suggested we read Hell. In many ways, it sounded like an excellent companion to our previous book, A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore. I had expected that, in spite of the dark subject matter, I would see much of the same humor and quirkiness that defines Moore's writing. Based on the back cover and summary, this book sounds more like a comedy. However, I found that it didn't deliver on that at all.
Hatcher McCord presents the evening (or is it the evening? Time passes so strangely in hell) news in Hell. Although he delivers other types of broadcasts, his main feature is the "Why do you think you're here?" question that he asks to newcomers or famous figures.
This had the potential to be a more amusing book than it was - after all, according to Butler, everyone is in Hell. Literally everyone. He name-drops famous historical figures left and right, most of which I knew but some of which I didn't. (History was never my strongest subject. Perhaps if it were, I'd have enjoyed this more? I don't think so.) In Hell, Hatcher is seeing Anne Boelyn, although he was not alive at the same time as she.
Obviously, Hell is meant to be a dark place of suffering, but I found that Butler's writing was unnecessarily gross. I think my main issue was that I could see he was trying to be funny sometimes, that some of the pain was meant to have comedic value. But I didn't feel like it succeeded.
Further, I didn't enjoy when Hatcher (and a number of other characters) got wrapped up in their own thoughts and Butler's writing started to become one long run-on sentence because their thoughts were just racing that much because these sentences were exhausting and hard to wrap your own head around as a reader.
Points for the concept, I suppose, but I didn't care for the execution.
Hatcher McCord presents the evening (or is it the evening? Time passes so strangely in hell) news in Hell. Although he delivers other types of broadcasts, his main feature is the "Why do you think you're here?" question that he asks to newcomers or famous figures.
This had the potential to be a more amusing book than it was - after all, according to Butler, everyone is in Hell. Literally everyone. He name-drops famous historical figures left and right, most of which I knew but some of which I didn't. (History was never my strongest subject. Perhaps if it were, I'd have enjoyed this more? I don't think so.) In Hell, Hatcher is seeing Anne Boelyn, although he was not alive at the same time as she.
Obviously, Hell is meant to be a dark place of suffering, but I found that Butler's writing was unnecessarily gross. I think my main issue was that I could see he was trying to be funny sometimes, that some of the pain was meant to have comedic value. But I didn't feel like it succeeded.
Further, I didn't enjoy when Hatcher (and a number of other characters) got wrapped up in their own thoughts and Butler's writing started to become one long run-on sentence because their thoughts were just racing that much because these sentences were exhausting and hard to wrap your own head around as a reader.
Points for the concept, I suppose, but I didn't care for the execution.
April 9, 2018
This is a good book. It's rare -- a provocative book that raises serious questions but is very entertaining, and even a fast read.
Robert Olen Butler won a Pulitzer Prize for an earlier book, A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. He's an excellent writer who writes almost breezily about serious subjects. Here the subject is self-absorption, conscience, guilt, and redemption. The lead character is Hatcher McCord, anchorman for the Evening News from Hell. If that sounds odd, it's representative of how Butler treats life in Hell. It's not just pools of molten sulfur (although it sometimes is) so much as a depressing version of ordinary life, with seemingly everyone who ever lived on Earth gathered to suffer together. At one point, Hatcher and one of his ex-wives sit reflecting on their lives together on Earth and in Hell:
Hatcher thinks: We only hurt each other. "Why are we here?" he says, softly.
"We were always here," she says.
That is the question that Hatcher poses to his on-air interview subjects, including J. Edgar Hoover, Bill Clinton, Richard Nixon, and even Satan himself -- "Why do you think you're here?" Each, with the exception of Satan, answers with some account of what they have done to deserve being in Hell. But another way to take the question, especially given how much Hell resembles ordinary life, is, "What is my purpose in Hell?" or "What am I here in Hell to do?" That would seem an especially poignant question, given that you will be there forever.
Hatcher is there to escape. Everyone wants to escape from Hell. And Hatcher comes to believe that escape is possible.
The question is what escape would mean. Everyone is in Hell, suffering all together. Where else is there to go? Who would be there? What would Heaven be?
Robert Olen Butler won a Pulitzer Prize for an earlier book, A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. He's an excellent writer who writes almost breezily about serious subjects. Here the subject is self-absorption, conscience, guilt, and redemption. The lead character is Hatcher McCord, anchorman for the Evening News from Hell. If that sounds odd, it's representative of how Butler treats life in Hell. It's not just pools of molten sulfur (although it sometimes is) so much as a depressing version of ordinary life, with seemingly everyone who ever lived on Earth gathered to suffer together. At one point, Hatcher and one of his ex-wives sit reflecting on their lives together on Earth and in Hell:
Hatcher thinks: We only hurt each other. "Why are we here?" he says, softly.
"We were always here," she says.
That is the question that Hatcher poses to his on-air interview subjects, including J. Edgar Hoover, Bill Clinton, Richard Nixon, and even Satan himself -- "Why do you think you're here?" Each, with the exception of Satan, answers with some account of what they have done to deserve being in Hell. But another way to take the question, especially given how much Hell resembles ordinary life, is, "What is my purpose in Hell?" or "What am I here in Hell to do?" That would seem an especially poignant question, given that you will be there forever.
Hatcher is there to escape. Everyone wants to escape from Hell. And Hatcher comes to believe that escape is possible.
The question is what escape would mean. Everyone is in Hell, suffering all together. Where else is there to go? Who would be there? What would Heaven be?
July 12, 2019
This book is one of the weirdest books I've ever read. I hated the first half of it so completely that I wanted to stop, but it won a Pulitzer, so I couldn't bring myself to stop. And I'm glad I didn't.
This is such a bizarre and wonderfully crafted story, so excellently written. It's hard to get a grasp on, at first- I thought it was like Thomas Pynchon on crack. You speed through the story, jumping from place to place, jumping into other peoples minds, the line blurring between metaphorical imagery and reality. At first, I had a hard time understanding what was literal, as our protagonist, Hatcher, seems to flit between locations in a heartbeat, from the news studio to his apartment, to Satan's mansion in the mountains, the Judas's automat. Every page seems to introduce new people and I couldn't tell who were important characters, and who we were merely peeking in on for a page.
Once you get into the swing of things (for me, around the time Hatcher interviews Satan and realises that perhaps there is privacy of mind in Hell), things get a lot easier. Hatcher finds his previous wives and apologises, finds Henry for Anne, plans with Judas for the Harrowing. The first third of the book sets it up as though it's going to be an investigative mystery (also very Pynchon)- how will he find Henry? What is the real extent of Satan's powers?- but thankfully, the story speeds on and unfolds without sticking to this simple idea.
By the midway point I was thoroughly invested and horrified- if you believe in Hell, this won't be fun for you.
And the ending- wow. Best ending of a book I've read in years.
Truly, Hell is other people. Haha.
This is such a bizarre and wonderfully crafted story, so excellently written. It's hard to get a grasp on, at first- I thought it was like Thomas Pynchon on crack. You speed through the story, jumping from place to place, jumping into other peoples minds, the line blurring between metaphorical imagery and reality. At first, I had a hard time understanding what was literal, as our protagonist, Hatcher, seems to flit between locations in a heartbeat, from the news studio to his apartment, to Satan's mansion in the mountains, the Judas's automat. Every page seems to introduce new people and I couldn't tell who were important characters, and who we were merely peeking in on for a page.
Once you get into the swing of things (for me, around the time Hatcher interviews Satan and realises that perhaps there is privacy of mind in Hell), things get a lot easier. Hatcher finds his previous wives and apologises, finds Henry for Anne, plans with Judas for the Harrowing. The first third of the book sets it up as though it's going to be an investigative mystery (also very Pynchon)- how will he find Henry? What is the real extent of Satan's powers?- but thankfully, the story speeds on and unfolds without sticking to this simple idea.
By the midway point I was thoroughly invested and horrified- if you believe in Hell, this won't be fun for you.
And the ending- wow. Best ending of a book I've read in years.
Truly, Hell is other people. Haha.
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