Douglas LainCritiques

Ugh, this may be the worst Winnie the Pooh book I've read yet. It's a literary novel that travels in magical realism territory, meaning it is full of hallucinations and godawful dream sequences.

Christopher Robin Milne, the son of A. A. Milne, is having a midlife crisis of sorts, and travels to France in 1968 to meet a French college student who sent him a mysterious letter. The student wants to subvert Milne's heritage and make him a figurehead of the May 1968 civil unrest, a major turning point on the road to Charles de Gaulle's resignation the next year. The student also wants to get back together with his on-and-off girlfriend, who is currently trying to live her life as if she were the lead character of Bonjour Tristesse, a 1954 novel by Françoise Sagan.

I am unfamiliar with Sagan's novel, the May 68 events and most of the real people sprinkled throughout Lain's novel, so a lot of that is lost on me. But I am familiar with the Milne and Pooh side of things, and that side was pure crap, so I don't doubt the French half is also.

I think this is the type of novel that would be quite enjoyed by the academics and critics satirized in The Pooh Perplex.

(My Pooh Project: I love Winnie the Pooh, and so does my wife. Having a daughter gave us a chance to indoctrinate her into the cult by buying and reading her every Pooh book we came across. How many is that? I’m going to count them this year by reading and reviewing one every day and seeing which month I finally run out. Track my progress here:
https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/23954351-rod-brown?ref=nav_mybooks&she... )

Almost all are well written, but not to my taste. I really enjoyed only 3: Linda Nagata, Jon Bassoff and, I must admit, a third one that I forgot the title.
My main problem was I expected military scifi (I am a military officer) and found what I felt was civilian scifi and, quite often, rather anti-military.

Okay, I'm officially abandoning this one (though still marking it as "read" since I had to put up with it for so long).

I had high hopes for the story, but it just didn't grab me. The idea of being invaded by underwhelming aliens with 70s style is possibly a good one, and it might have been presented in an interesting way. It just didn't happen in this book. It's too slow to get to the point, and it's deliberately confusing in a way that doesn't really add to the story at all. Also, I have simply no motivation to care about the whiney, self-absorbed protagonist. In short, there's not much I can say about this book that I liked.

I wish I could've liked it. I wanted to like it. But I didn't.

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To start with the good: It is unlike any other alien invasion books I've ever come across. It provides an answer to the question which bother us all: what if the discovery of aliens showed that they were nothing but completely underwhelming, with their jumpsuits and new age-y religion.

The bad: I had a constant feeling when I was reading this that it was trying to convey something to me, but I couldn't find out what. It is partly a criticism on society I suppose, but I didn't think it was a particular strong one.

The ugly: I was bored. A lot. Part of the book is really confusing, and while I think that's intentional, it made that I could never get invested in the story. Basically, I was counting the percentages I still had to read on my Kindle.

All in all, an interesting concept, but its execution didn't work for me.

Thanks to the publisher and Edelweiss for providing me with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

I received a copy from the publisher for free in exchange for my honest review.

While I was wild about the concept of this book, it didn’t pay off and I made the decision to DNF this at the halfway point.

I was confused about what the hell was going on from page one, but I figured if I stuck it out, all would be revealed. As I progressed, I changed my thought to, well, some will be revealed, right? After that it became clear that I was going to be perpetually lost when it came to the plot. Sure, I understood that Matt liked to play what was essentially Super Smash Brothers and smoke weed with some people with odd names. And yeah, I understood that his dad showed up out of the blue, with at least one earbud in at all times, spouting literal nonsense. What I also understood was that Matt didn’t stop to say, “Hey Dad, what in the fuck are you saying?” or “What in the fuck are you doing, Dad?”

For example, Matt randomly runs into his dad when he should be in school and when Matt asks if his dad is going to tell his mother, his dad responds by trying to do a handstand. Matt doesn’t repeat his question, or ask his dad what he’s doing. Instead we get:

He did another handstand, this time in the patch of grass between the sidewalk and the curb, and started walking.
“Follow me,” [Matt’s dad] said. “We’re on a schedule.” With both earbuds in there wasn’t any trouble.
Dad was still walking on his hands when the number 82 bus pulled up right in front of him. The doors opened and Dad did a backflip onto the bus just as the doors opened.

It’s noted that the bus driver doesn’t notice the stunt and I assume that’s because most people are plugged into this AI program that Matt’s dad worked on. Goggles and earbuds are mentioned, but I was never crystal clear on how people connected to the program. Did the driver not notice because he was looking at something else on the AI? How could he drive a bus then?

Matt seems to be pretty sane and he constantly mentions how he doesn’t want to plug in or play games with the AI. Matt does wonder (in hindsight I guess) why he didn’t ask his dad about his stunt and then says he must be an egomaniac. That felt like a flimsy reason. It left me feeling like I was missing a large chunk of information. I wanted to understand Matt’s lack of reaction so badly.

When Matt wasn’t following his dad around, he was playing BBR money matches. If any of you have played Super Smash Brothers, the game in the book is very familiar. The characters are different, but it sounds like the moves are similar and the concept is basically the same. I’m assuming this was on purpose, but even this puzzled me. The book is set in 2017, mentions Trump as president and has some sort of advanced AI where people can fully plug into VR and immersive experiences. But everyone still plays GameCube? I don’t think it’s wildly popular, so the year being current threw me off.

But probably it doesn’t matter all that much because the matches are boring anyway:

In the second game, I played defensively, watched out for Ted’s attacks, and found his weaknesses. Ted could barely L-cancel. He didn’t cliff attack and rarely used his shield. All I had to do was not get too close, hang back, and wait for openings.

Snore! And I like video games! Also, not getting too close and hanging back are the same, buddy.

Another detail that initially lured me in was that the book would be told via social media posts. I figured there would be some interesting design elements and different media depicting different types of social media. Instead the book reads like a novel broken into shorter paragraphs broken up by timestamps and the occasional date change. There are headers that say “Facebook posts” and “messenger log” but there’s almost not distinction between the two. The FB posts tend to be longer, but they left me wondering why he was using his FB like a diary. I think I only came across one instance where he wrote about people’s response to a post. If he was pouring out all this shit about how weird his dad has been, I would imagine there would be more interaction with whoever is reading these posts. The messenger log I eventually found out were his chats to his ex-girlfriend, who wasn’t responding, and sometimes the AI, Bucky.

I was too frustrated and confused to want to continue writing. I didn’t like or connect with Matt. He’s apparently one of few people not connected to the AI system, but rather than make him compelling, it makes him boring. He seems resigned to his situation, in that he takes no actions to change it or to really question his dad, yet he goes on social media and bitches about it constantly. Ok, I realize there are real people who do this, but I don’t want to read about them!

Constant confusion, the feeling that I had missed a critical detail or plot point and an unlikeable narrator led me to quit this book. I’m disappointed because I was very interested in the premise. Perhaps the end has some crazy twist, but I wasn’t willing to journey that far. I can’t say I would recommend it, but I’m willing to bet that there are those of you who would grasp whatever the concept is much sooner than I did.

BILLY MOON is Douglas Lain's debut novel, and it's one of the most original fantasies I've read recently. We follow an alternate version of the grown Christopher Robin Milne, who is still coping with the fame thrust upon him by the success of Winnie the Pooh. Things aren't helped by the fact that he occasionally runs into things that are just plain impossible, and his son has been diagnosed with autism. As he struggles to connect with his son and make sense of his life in, he receives an invitation to Paris from student Gerrard Hand to join the May 1968 protests. The ensuing events form the meat of this book.

I had the constant feeling that I was missing something while reading BILLY MOON, but I also had the suspicion that this feeling was what the author intended me to feel. The themes of the book make sense, the prose is lyrical and flows beautifully, the magical realism is expertly done - sometimes delighting, but often frightening. If you're expecting a linear story where you know exactly what's going on, or even which reality you're on... this is not the book for you. I was left with a whole bunch of confusion at the end, but even though I was confused, at no point did I actually want to stop reading the book.

I wasn't quite sure whether I should even attempt a review of BILLY MOON, since I don't really have a clear verdict on it. I hope that posting my honest reaction qualifies, even if it's not in the traditional review format. I did read other reviews, and they seem universally glowing (I was tempted to write a similarly glowing one myself rather than admit to not quite getting everything in it), so I'd definitely recommend giving it a shot!

I plan to do a reread in a few months to see if I can get more from it, though, and I'll update this review when I do!

A telling of the adult life of the boy in the Winnie The Pooh series, deliberately skewing any real events.
It did make me want to follow up on the memoirs written by Christopher Robin Milne, mentioned in the acknowledgements ("The Enchanted Places" and "The Path Through The Trees") to see how much liberty Lain took in rewriting Milne's life.
Not what I expected, from jacket blurb. Well written, and I've read Hesse & Sartre at the end of high school, but I don't enjoy the abstract mental convoluted thinking that makes you wonder what reality is.

An artist has sex with different incarnations of his girlfriend in a subway photobooth, each session releasing photos of other people. Unbelievable.

Told in the form of blog entries, in a near future 'time boxes' for time travel are ubiquitous but can never cause paradoxes. The story, such as it is, consists of the narrator trying to get minor celebrities to interact while in the same departure lounge. Strives hard for, and unfortunately achieves, dullness.