The Braindead Megaphone The Braindead Megaphone by George Saunders
Publisher: Riverhead
Year: 2007
Pages: 272

Let me preface this review by saying that despite his ostensible fame—Genius Grant and all that—I’d never heard of George Saunders (or at least not insofar as I remembered him the next day). Taking as gospel his skill as a writer of fiction, his political savvy, poetic sensibility, &c., we must invariably turn to this, his first attempt at a collection of essays.

I am not impressed.

Don’t get me wrong: I agree with Saunders’ premises: the title essay is about how cultural discourse has become so watered down and irrelevant that making political or social choices is like choosing Pepsi as opposed to Coke. The rest of the essays are similarly charged, usually pretty left-leaning. Regardless, he makes good points; especially interesting is his trip to Dubai in the United Arab Emirates, which is genuinely interesting travel/political writing.

But here’s my issue with Saunders, especially considering all the plaudits he has for his political sensibility and his nuanced craft: he’s not a very good nonfiction writer. His serious essays are generally teases, scraping the first few feet of a very deep issue, hinting at its subtext without ever really plumbing its depths. I invariably compare any essayist to David Foster Wallace, who manages to take any issue and run it through a gauntlet to a degree I wouldn’t have thought possible. I kept waiting for Saunders to start making better points, but it never came—only reiterations of the problem’s description, like that hack Seinfeld. “And what’s the deal with political discourse?”

Saunder’s satire is unbearably heavy-handed. It’s like somebody making a bad joke and then elbowing you conspicuously and saying “Get it? Eh? Eh?” Where’s the subtlety? If I want obvious political jokes, I’ll watch Real Time With Bill Maher, who’s much funnier.

One of these days, I’ll need to give Saunder’s fiction a try: it’s very possible I’ll be blown away by his talent. But I would advise him to stick to fiction, because honestly his essays just aren’t any good. Not recommended.


Microserfs Microserfs by Douglas Coupland
Publisher: Harper Perennial
Year: 1996
Pages: 384

So soon after I read Show Stopper!, my literary travels once again take me back to Microsoft… sort of. Microserfs is a fictional story of a group of Microsoft refugees who flee to The Valley to work for a startup called Oop!

Microserfs seems to me like a book which makes certain promises with its title and premise, and then turns out to be a book completely apart from expectations. It’s a book about coders and geeks, maybe, but by a guy who seems only to know a little bit about it. It’s a character drama, first and foremost, and a “geek” book maybe 5% of the time.

Actually, Coupland’s style reminds me very much of Chuck Palahniuk’s: a bunch of implausible characters who spend an entire book doing basically nothing but spouting off pop philosophy in the form of equally implausible prose. It gets to be very irritating after a while; it begins to border on a very shallow and trite surrealism.

I understand that Microserfs is supposed to be a pretty famous novel (in some circles), and perhaps with reason. But maybe I’ve just read too much Chuck Palahniuk, or maybe I’m too jaded, or maybe I expected a computer geek novel that was actually geeky and not just trying to be geeky. It’s got all the bangs and whistles: it drops names, it pauses for bits of postmodernism, and it ostensibly seeks to know the inner heart of a bunch of people who code for a living. But it’s ultimately a fiction which doesn’t (particularly interestingly) portray its characters.

Flame me if you want, but I just can’t recommend it very heartily.

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