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Name: John Mack Freeman
Date registered: June 16, 2012

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  1. Book Review: Lafayette in the Somewhat United States by Sarah Vowell — December 31, 2015
  2. Review: Skin by Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki — March 1, 2015
  3. Review: God Save the Queen by Kate Locke — February 28, 2015
  4. Review: Murder at Pride Lodge by Mark McNease — February 27, 2015
  5. Review: Yes, Please by Amy Poehler — November 5, 2014

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Dec 31

Book Review: Lafayette in the Somewhat United States by Sarah Vowell

24602886 I haven’t read much of Sarah Vowell’s stuff in the past. I picked up Assassination Vacation over the summer when I was in a really heavy essay phase, and I enjoyed it well enough. But it wasn’t enough to get me to go hear her talk at ALA Annual this past summer, and I didn’t exactly rush out to read this the moment it came out. I guess I thought I mostly just didn’t care about the subject and that it wouldn’t have anything to say to me.

Well, this was before I like a good chunk of the country became obsessed with the Hamilton cast album. But since we have and since we did, my interest in the Marquis de Lafayette has increased by a large margin. So I picked up this book from the new shelf at the library where I work as I was headed out the door for Christmas vacation. And because I thought it would be a humorous light read like Assassination Vacation, I went ahead and picked up as a nonfiction palette cleanser after finishing the phenomenal Vicious. 

First off, this book isn’t essays, and it doesn’t have chapters. How am I supposed to deal with this? I never quite knew when I could put it down. Second, because I picked up the book just because it was Sarah Vowell, I didn’t realize it was a biography. Which is fine. I just don’t read a lot of biographies.

Where this book shines is in giving a much-overlooked French perspective to the American Revolution. First off, however bad off you think the Continental Army was, they were way worse off. They perennially did not have enough shoes, clothes, or food to go around. It reminded me how close the American Revolution and the Seven Years War were to each other in time and how, geopolitically speaking, the American Revolution was really a skirmish between two superpowers that had actively hated each other for centuries. The birth of America was practically collateral damage.

Then there are tidbits about how we Americans were not quite the masters of our fate that we always suppose ourselves to be. At the fall of Yorktown (which I’ve always assumed was in New York because it has York but is totally in Virginia), there were twice as many French soldiers there as Americans. And that made it especially classy when the British tried to surrender to the French and the French made them surrender to the Americans because while it was America’s war, the French totally ruled the day. But even before Yorktown happened, there was the naval Battle of the Chesapeake that paved the way for the Yorktown victory. And who was fighting? France and Britain. Because Lord knows we didn’t have a navy. When Vowell is exploring these sorts of things, the book has a compelling interest that keeps things moving.

The Marquis does not have time for your shenanigans. He has Washington’s butt to kiss.

Now, my favorite parts of the book are when she fast-forwards to the present and talks about exploring for Lafayette related monuments or sightseeing and talking to re-enactors and seeing how things are remembered in the present day. But these instances have a bit of distance between them in the book, and I was always left wishing that they were a bit longer and that I could learn more about that quest rather than the young Lafayette’s hunt for glory. Oh, and it struck me as odd that even though this was America-centric look at Lafayette, it barely touched on his life post-Revolution, only painting it in the broadest of strokes. He lived to a ripe old age, but it seems that he had a lot more adventures that potentially could have been included. But maybe it’s outside the scope of the book. What do I know.

But the principal problem with this book doesn’t really have anything to do with this book. It more has to do with the fact that I am just not that interested in American history. I never have been. Maybe it’s because I have uniquely bad classes in the subject. Maybe it’s because I like my history like I like my cheese: with a little bit of depth and age. Maybe it’s just because I find other countries more exciting. But the subject has never done a lot for me, and this remains true with Vowell’s book. While it certainly added to my store of knowledge and gave me a new perspective on the war, it hasn’t inspired me to delve any deeper into the subject.

JMF Rating: 6/10

’til next time,


Mar 01

Review: Skin by Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki

SkimI picked up this book randomly. I had seen a Goodreads recommendation for it, and one of my libraries was reading it for their teen book club, so I figured why not give it a shot?

And I’m so glad that I did.

Skim is the nickname of Kimberly, a bi-racial Canadian student in grade 10 who is one of the outsiders at school. She’s a practicing Wiccan, she only really has one close friend (and that has a lot of tension), and she exists in a low-grade depression that colors her experiences at school.

Most graphic novels are all about the action. That’s why I love them. There’s stuff happening. There’s stuff to look at. The dialogue is punchy. That’s what makes the form work.

But there’s none of that here. Instead, Tamaki has imbued Skim’s year in a mass of subtext and journal entries that let us into her head. While the story is ostensibly about her reaction to a high school in mourning after a popular girl’s boyfriend kills himself, it’s really about a lot more than that. It’s about Skim having a crush on a teacher who moves away unexpectedly. It’s abut the suicide maybe having happened because the volleyball player was gay, though maybe not. It’s about Skim falling away from her friends and gaining a new friend but really being isolated and only sort of okay with that.

It’s a quiet story. I don’t even know if that makes any sense, but I know that it’s absolutely true. It reminded me a lot of being in high school. The feeling of being surrounded by people and not really having anything terribly wrong to bring you down but still feeling suffocated and depressed. But it keeps going and some days are better than others and some are worse, and you keep going. The story ends with the popular girl moving on from the suicide, but it doesn’t feel like the story’s over. Because while the story was about the suicide, it was always about Skim and far more than that. But there’s nowhere to properly end a story of a life except by just walking away.

But it’s not a downer. I know it sounds heavy, and it sort of is, but there are such quirky and fun moments. The Wicca circle that’s also an AA meeting. Skim covering her Wicca altar in glitter and then having to spend two hours getting it off because it looked lame. The popular girl scratching the daisies off her cast because she hates their oppressive happiness. It balances nicely, and it’s packed tight in this less than 150 page story.

Oh, and Skim totally agrees with me about Romeo and Juliet: didn’t like it. Greatest love story ever told? Puh-lease.

I know this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but for my headspace and where my heart is right now, this was absolutely divine. If you’ve never read this, give it a shot.

JMF Rating: 8/10

‘Til next time,


Feb 28

Review: God Save the Queen by Kate Locke

God Save the QueenI read God Save the Queen in as close to a single sitting as it gets. I mean, I moved around the house, but I read it until I was through. It’s been too long since I’ve done that, and I like it when I get the chance.

The story is set in a steampunk Victorian England that has stretched into the modern day. There are three big alternate races: werewolves, vampires, and goblins. Each is caused by a mutation of the Black Plague. Victoria is a vampire, and she’s been ruling for 175 years. In Europe, those with the full plague rule everyone else. There are some half-breeds that are associated with the fully plagued, but the halvies serve as protectors, soldiers, and other functionaries.

Enter our hero Xandra who knows something is afoot when her sister is admitted to Bedlam Asylum. The sister immediately burns herself to death.


But Xandra knows it’s not her! She was scared of fire! Everyone is being shifty about the death and there are a lot of almost imperceptible stress signals and moments of relief! And the diamond in her tooth was missing! This leads Xandra on a massive hunt to figure out where her sister is. And that revelation ends up putting her on a path where she can trust no one and where she finds that the things she has believed her entire life might just be a lie.

Okay, no might: they are a lie. This is one of those urban fantasy stories where the heroine has to learn a lot of things quickly, and everyone who should have been good is bad and everyone she meets since the beginning is pretty much an ally. Also, we indulge in the “most special girl in the world” trope that’s pretty common to urban fantasy/dystopia style literature. And I’m of two minds about it: on the one hand, does every story in these settings have to be about the person who can absolutely fix it because they’re special? On the other hand: why write a story if the main character isn’t at least a little special. It’s a balancing act, and for the most part, Locke succeeds. I liked Xandra.

And while Xandra figured out what she is and the person that was an immediate threat is neutralized by the end of the novel, the entire story (ESPECIALLY the ending) feels like a set-up for a series. Which it is. Obviously. I’m a little torn about whether to keep pursuing it because the problem with knowing you’ve got 4 or 5 books more is that I have a hard time getting into the hero’s plight: I know they’re going to make it out alive. Once again: not Locke’s issue, but just something I as a reader have to contend with.

Oh, and the very special Xandra has stolen the heart of the Scottish alpha werewolf. So mix in two ounces of paranormal romance into our steampunk-y cocktail.

JMF Rating: 6/10

‘Til next time,


Feb 27

Review: Murder at Pride Lodge by Mark McNease

17944664I review about a dozen or so books a year for GLBT Reviews, the review blog of the GLBT Round Table of ALA. We just had a chair switchover, and the new chair was encouraging all of us to seek out newer titles to read and review so that the blog could stay more current. I had just gotten my Audible credits for the month, so I figured I’d find something newly released, write up a review, and contribute to the common cause. So I downloaded Murder at Pride Lodge.

Okay, first things first: although the audio was newly released, the book came out in 2012. So I can’t submit a review to alternate sites, but that’s just something I’m going to have to live with. But to do a review anyways:

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This was not my cup of tea. At all. And while I’m not normally a mystery reader, I can be grabbed by a good enough story in any genre, but there were major flaws with the execution of this book. In no particular order:

  • For a 200 page book, there were A LOT of characters they wanted me to care about. The story follows Kyle Callahan and his partner Danny Durban as they go away for a holiday weekend at a LGBT lodge in Pennsylvania. But Kyle’s old friend the handyman mysteriously dies their first night there. Mix in a decades old murder with a lesbian assassin come to even the score, a geriatric mysterious old man, the couple that now owns the lodge, the bartender, and an awakening lesbian police officer, and there’s just a lot of characters to keep track of. The story is told in a third person omniscient style, so we keep jumping in between these characters thoughts to see how they truly feel about things. But instead of making me feel informed, it just removed dramatic tension and it forced me to attempt to care and empathize with too many characters. For the first in a series, I ended up finding the main character to be like the 4th most interesting person on the page.
  • The conclusion came out of nowhere. Obviously spoilers ahead. But Kyle realizing from one off-hand comment that someone went from hapless husband to the executor of a triple homicide…come on. The fact that said husband hid his trail almost perfectly for the first two and then bungled the third murder in a full hotel with way too obvious clues…I don’t buy it. The idea that the lesbian assassin would drive away without committing the murder she was there for and that had been her entire life’s work…it feels weak. The satisfying conclusion that mysteries build to was a flop, and this really fell flat for me.
  • The amount of exposition and back story was truly unneeded. I don’t need to know about the problems in seating people for a party at an upscale restaurant that Danny works at. I don’t need to know the career trials of Kyle’s boss. I don’t really care about the history of the lodge and who built and when and where their partner died on the grounds five years before this story even starts. I just want this story, and all the rest of this can come up organically through the characters or it can be ignored.
  • The repetition. Good god, the repetition. Did I say the repetition yet? Because there was repetition. At least four different chapters re-reviewed the lesbian assassins reason for committing her crimes. We riffed on the woman in a man’s world riff with the lesbian cop about three times. The importance of photography to Kyle. The cats that Danny and Kyle own. We repeatedly hit on each of these things. Once is a bit of exposition or character development. Multiple times makes me feel like the author thinks I’m stupid and I just don’t remember it.

I think it kind of goes without saying that the rest of the series isn’t in my To Be Read pile. But at least it got me back to reviewing on this blog.

JMF Rating: 3.5/10

‘Til next time,



Nov 05

Review: Yes, Please by Amy Poehler

Yes pleaseI’m just going to jump over the fact that I haven’t reviewed a book since basically the birth of Christ and jump right back into it.

I just finished the audiobook version of Yes, Please by Amy Poehler. After having listened to her soul sister Tina Fey’s book Bossypants the week that the GIlstraps got married, I knew that reading this book wouldn’t even be an option. I was going to have to hear it. And I’m really glad that that is the format that I chose. Poehler constantly makes references that she is reading this book in an underground audio booth that she constructed beneath Mount Rushmore years before she was famous. And of course, because she’s hilarious, the book is even more hilarious with her reading and her voice literally saying all of the things that are in the book. However, unlike most audiobooks, she isn’t the only talker. She brings in Seth Meyers, Kathleen Turner, Patrick Stewart, her parents, and a slew of other people to read sections, titles, and to do their own voices during stories. In short, it really feels like you’re eavesdropping on some of the coolest people you know rather than just walking your dog around the apartment complex parking lot with your headphones in.

The book takes a fairly standard format. It contains stories of Poehler’s childhood, education, being young and scrappy, starting and growing with the Upright Citizens Brigade, her years on SNL and Parks and Recreation, and essays about being a mother, a woman, and a human being all at the same time. Poehler rarely if ever lets herself off the hook. If she did something crappy or mean or dumb, she presents it just as it happened (maybe tweaked for better comic effect). Stuff that she isn’t willing to do that to, she leaves out of the book. And I can applaud that. Things like her divorce or overly specific details about her children aren’t meant for the ravenous masses to digest, and so she keeps those as part of her personal life outside the memoir. Just because she wrote a book doesn’t mean that people get to own every little piece of her.

One of my favorite stories from the book is contained in this interview:

However, not everything is light-hearted. Poehler tells an extended story of a sketch that went wrong on SNL that ended up offending the people it was based on. She didn’t have the guts to apologize for for years (although eventually she did and it was accepted by the hurt parties). Poehler doesn’t try to present herself as the best possible person. She freely admits that she doesn’t like most people she meets and that as she gets older her patience for people she doesn’t find interesting is dwindling. She talks numerous times about her drug use when she was younger (which was recreational and not like Million Little Pieces tragic). But through it all, the listener ends up liking Poehler because she seems real and like a rougher Tina Fey.

The book doesn’t revolutionize the memoir world, and if you’re not a fan of Poehler’s, it probably won’t do very much for you. But if you’ve always wanted to spend some time hanging out with a woman that just wants to build a park, then I recommend giving this book a listen.

JMF Rating: 6.5/10

‘Til next time,


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