Thursday, May 31, 2007

Don’t Let All the Pretty Days Get By - A Review


Author: Bruce Hoppe
Publisher:
Back-To-One Books
ISBN: 978-0-9777-6110-4
Pages: 216

Having decided to put the brakes on a promising career in L.A., Teddy Gibbs returns to her family’s New Mexico ranch to care for her ailing mother, but she soon discovers that her mother’s health isn’t her only concern. The book opens with a vivid scene that has a few members of the New Mexico chapter of COHAB (Clothing Optional Hot Air Ballooning) pulling an unscheduled balloon landing on her family’s horse pasture, and the balloon’s passengers emerge in the buff, to Teddy’s disdain. This awkward moment not only sets the book’s tone, it also provides us with a taste of the author’s expert hand, as he writes with a gentle, lyrical style that is both fitting and engrossing.

Things quickly come to a head, and Teddy, trying her hand at local politics, eventually challenges a proposed amendment that stands to benefit the Balloon Lollapalooza Committee—and, “If passed, the revision would tweak an obscure state law regulating hot air balloon flights. A clause would be added reducing the liability for damages resulting from balloon landings made on private property.” Teddy is also ready to act as amateur defense counsel in a pending criminal suit brought on by the nudist balloonists, which will determine the fate of the Gibbs two part-time ranch hands, nicknamed Song and Dance—then there is the threat of a possible civil suit that may eventually decide the fate of the family’s ranch altogether.

A lot happens in the book, and over the course of it, we, like the central character herself, are taken through the exquisite New West, with its “browning countryside” and “[t]he rolling swales of pale short-grass” that give “way to the mesa cliffs in the distance, their rusty iron-laden rock ledges carved in relief by the low-angled rays of morning sun.” We are given a tour of this vast landscape, where politicos with shady ambitions run amuck, and Indian gaming casinos take center stage. We are greeted with colorful characters, and we hear tell of others, like the scientist who had “been testing the use of electro magnetic force fields to power medical equipment at a teaching hospital when patients mysteriously began levitating above the examination table during MRI scans.” Yes, the book, on a whole, makes for a delightful and interesting reading experience.

Hoppe’s descriptions are cinematic; his dialogue, etched from life, as characters talk like real people, their speech patterns, vernaculars, and argots delivered with surprising authenticity. And though the book is slow going at the outset, Hoppe picks up the pace before long, successfully blending action, humor, political rhetoric, and unique insights. He delivers a Neo-Western with aplomb, affording his readers a ringside seat at a thrilling prize fight that pits a gaming magnate against a brave little alliance of anarchistic locals bent on exposing political subterfuge and restoring a semblance of order to their community.

2 comments:

bruce hoppe said...

Many thanks for your thoughtful review of "Don't Let All the Pretty Days Get By." I was looking forward to finding out how the work would connect with someone with a New York publishing world perspective, since I often ponder how what I do, in terms of language and subject matter,(contemporary rural West) will "play in Peoria." Bridging the distance from the Heartland to the largely coastal readership is high on my list of things to play with when crafting these stories. And, alas, unless I am blessed by a visit from Falkner's muse, wherein, I am gifted with the invention of entirely new forms of language i.e., stream of consciousness, I shall have to address the issue by tinkering around with the tools at hand.

I will include comments from your review on the book listing at the Amazon and Barnes and Noble sites. I'll also post the full review on the publisher's web site, along with a link back to your blog.

Once again, a tip of the toner cartridge for your time and effort to help move the whole POD thing in the direction of finding rightful place in the literary scheme of things.

POD Critic said...

That last of your statement is exactly my aim, and I hope I am having, at the very least, a marginal effect via this blog. As to everything else you said, it is my pleasure. And as to your own aim, while I can’t speak for the entire coastal readership you’re targeting, I can say that, in my humble O, you stand a good chance of fashioning a successful bridge for said gap if you keep this up.

Lastly, I think that once a writer masters the language and style available to them, and subsequently grows bored with them, then—and only then—can they begin to poke around for “new forms,” but not before. The problem with a lot of these inexperienced writers nowadays is that they try their hand at new forms all the time, without first mastering long-established conventional ones. It’s a lot like washing your hands before using the bathroom while neglecting to do so after, or some such analogy.

Thanks, in advance, for the link and excerpts. And all the best with everything you put your hand to.