Best Book of the Year: Austin Taylor’s Notes on Infinity

The first 60% of Austin Taylor’s novel Notes on Infinity are not great. They are narrated in the voice of a neurotic, woke, girl-bossy Harvard student called Zoe who, in spite of growing up in extraordinary opulence, feels like a victim because she’s “a woman in STEM.” Zoe is not really in STEM in any meaningful way. She’s a dumb, self-important hack who is handed extraordinary opportunities and vast amounts of money because she is very well-connected and takes her victimhood story onto the TED-X circuit.

200 pages of Zoe recounting her many neuroses makes for a bit of a slog. But for the readers who manage to stay with it into the second part of the narrative, there is a wonderful surprise. This part of the novel tells the story of Zoe’s boyfriend Jack. Jack is really what we would call disadvantaged but, in the world of rich kids with prestigious identities at Harvard, Jack’s poverty, his broken home and drug-addled mother don’t count for anything because he is that most despised of things, a white man.

Better to transmit the extraordinary banality of Zoe’s invented drama, Taylor writes her part of the narrative in the annoying tone of a “diverse” Harvard princess. This is a mega gutsy move for a first-time author. How many people will quit reading the novel because they’ll think that Austin simply doesn’t know how to write?

When Jack’s part of the story begins, you all of a sudden discover that, oh yes, Taylor can write. I was listening to the book on Audible and was caught completely unawares when Zoe’s stupid prattle that went on for two hundred pages gave way to a shattering, poetic, and beautiful story of Jack. I had to stop and rewind because the change was so dramatic. This is a masterful handling of the narrative devices where the way the story is written makes the point without the author having to spell it out.

Big props to Taylor for having the extraordinary restraint needed to conceal that she actually knows how to write way past the first half of the novel.

The reviews of the book play up the sciency component and the distant echoes of the Theranos scandal but those are lazy, uninteresting readings. What the novel is really about is how the American working class is destroyed by getting involved in anti-human agendas of self-pitying elites.

Is there a happy ending to such a story? I won’t give any spoilers except to say that the ending of the novel is realistic.

This is the best novel I gave read this year so far.

Word to the Wise

A person who uses the word “transgressive” is a hopeless square and a sad oldster.

1989 called and asked for its vocab back.

Is This True?

He’s wrong, right? Somebody tell me he’s wrong and it’s unnecessary drama.

I didn’t used to like this guy but recently everything he’s been saying made sense. I didn’t follow the news today, so I either missed something important or he’s being needlessly defeatist.

Racist Shenanigans

At Lockheed Martin, management deliberately removed white people from the lists of workers who deserve bonuses.

These racist shenanigans are much worse in business than in academia.

Public Appearances

I’m doing 3 public appearances today. Two down, one to go. I love doing this stuff but my vocal cords, not so much.

I’m not complaining, it’s great to be in demand. N, who engineered my career in public speaking, is bursting with delight. That alone would be worth it.

The Face of Hunger

In the numerous news items about people lacking food in America, I notice a strange trend:

I’m certain that Felicia’s suffering is sincere but posting a video of her as opposed to pretty much anybody else is quite counterproductive.

The post ends up being comical instead of serious.

Air India Crash

Not for nothing, 11 is my lucky number.

Deep condolences to everybody who suffered losses in this horrific crash.

New Show Upcoming

I’m live on Romanenko at 10 am US CT.

Some Cuteness to Start Your Day

This is so mega cute! Read the captions:

Have as beautiful a day as this nice couple!

Krabat

Somebody asked me which is the first German book I will read. This decision was made for me by N who presented me with this copy today:

This book is very, very important to him, as it was for many Soviet children. He managed to engage Klara in the English version of Krabat. Now I get to read it in the original.

In the USSR, works of international literature and film that we were allowed to know about were often random. Why Krabat made the cut and was let through by Soviet censors while other books and cartoons weren’t is unknown.