{"id":2086,"date":"2015-03-01T22:44:21","date_gmt":"2015-03-01T16:44:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/?p=2086"},"modified":"2015-03-01T22:44:21","modified_gmt":"2015-03-01T16:44:21","slug":"review-of-reif-larsens-i-am-radar-in-the-dallas-morning-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/2015\/03\/01\/review-of-reif-larsens-i-am-radar-in-the-dallas-morning-news\/","title":{"rendered":"Review of Reif Larsen&#039;s &quot;I Am Radar&quot; in the Dallas Morning News"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;ve neglected\u00a0this lonely\u00a0little\u00a0blog so often I should seriously feel guilty, but . . .\u00a0I have my reasons.\u00a0Note that I say I\u00a0<em>should<\/em> feel guilty. But I don&#8217;t. (Well, maybe just a tad scrap of guilt is swirling around the door to the garage of my soul, like that plastic blag in\u00a0<em>American Beauty<\/em> (1999). Why? I&#8217;ve completed the first draft of a new novel I&#8217;ve been working on for about two years, for one thing, which always ranked higher on my to-do list than blogging. A novel is (or attempts to be) an epic panorama of life, while blog posts tend to be snapshots, the digital kind. And\u00a0in addition to finishing the novel&#8217;s first draft (I expect at least another, but hope to finish it all this year), roller-skating with my daughter (first time on skates in, um, forty years?), snow-slogging through this never-ending winter, and much more, I\u00a0recently managed to read\u00a0Reif Larsen&#8217;s\u00a0epic, 644-page novel,\u00a0<em>I Am Radar,<\/em> which I reviewed today in the Dallas Morning News,\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.dallasnews.com\/entertainment\/books\/20150228-fiction-review-i-am-radar-offers-much-to-chew-on.ece\">here<\/a>. Although I stand by what I wrote for that review, interested people can know that the review&#8217;s first draft was over a thousand words, and I could easily write five thousand words on this book. It&#8217;s the kind of novel you almost want other people to read so you can argue with them about it. Yes, it&#8217;s overwritten, but many good books have their &#8220;overwritten&#8221; moments. There&#8217;s so much in the novel it&#8217;s hard to know where to begin: There&#8217;s a great deal about radio and puppets, which doesn&#8217;t seem to add up to much, but which is nonetheless fascinating. And isn&#8217;t being fascinating part of the fun of novels? I compare it to Thomas Pynchon&#8217;s<em> V.<\/em> (1963), a book that\u00a0demands\u00a0great patience to complete (I read it while riding around Europe one summer on their many trains), but which totally deserves the attention. And no, I don&#8217;t think\u00a0<em>I Am Radar<\/em> is in the same category as <em>V.<\/em>, but I greatly admire its ambition.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s something lyrically memorable about reading long, literary novels\u2014a feeling of accomplishment, of being immersed in someone else&#8217;s brain, someone else&#8217;s vision of the world, for that long (it&#8217;s that\u00a0TFW experience). I read much of\u00a0<em>I Am Radar<\/em> over the Christmas break, at my home in Colorado, in the snows and blue light of winter.<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2087\" title=\"DSC09945\" src=\"http:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/DSC09945.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"427\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;ve neglected\u00a0this lonely\u00a0little\u00a0blog so often I should seriously feel guilty, but . . .\u00a0I have my reasons.\u00a0Note that I say I\u00a0should feel guilty. But I don&#8217;t. (Well, maybe just a tad scrap of guilt is swirling around the door &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/2015\/03\/01\/review-of-reif-larsens-i-am-radar-in-the-dallas-morning-news\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,8,29],"tags":[55,95,178],"class_list":["post-2086","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","category-booksfilm","category-the-west","tag-book-reviewing","tag-good-fiction","tag-the-west"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2086","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2086"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2086\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2086"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2086"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/williamjcobb.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2086"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}