another cookie crumbles

Sarah is hosting the Not a Rat’s Chance in Hell Challenge, and for some reason I signed up. Maybe it's because I am inherently masochistic, or maybe, I genuinely think it'll make me a better reader. I'll copy and paste the ten categories from her post, along with the book on my shelf that matches the description. Hats off to Sarah for coming up with this list.

A book that has been previously abandoned Irène Némirovsky - Suite Française or, Jane Austen - Mansfield Park
A re-read. Didn’t quite get it/thought there was more/made promise to self to re-read? Time to make good. Anita Brookner - Hotel Du Lac or, Harper Lee - To Kill A Mockingbird
A book that has sat on the shelf, like, forever. (Decades.) Philip K Dick - The Man In The High Castle
A book that paralyses one with dread. Oh my god. Umm, there is, Gravity's Rainbow and 2666, and being a masochistic, I recently purchased The Savage Detectives. It's got to be one of those! Or, Wolf Hall.
Investigate a canonical writer hitherto most shamefully overlooked. Thomas Hardy - Tess of the D'Ubervilles The Return of the Native
Seek out a book by an author who has earned ostracism by being so good that any further novel could surely never measure up…? J.D. Salinger - For Esmé – with Love and Squalor
And the opposite… That author who was supposed to be really good, but didn’t go down too well? Give him/her another go! I might be manipulating this single one in my favour, but something by Nabokov. I found Lolita too twisted, and couldn't quite finish it, but I loved his writing, so... Alternatively, Peter Carey's The True History Of The Kelly Gang. I can't even begin to describe how much I hated My Life As A Fake, so...
Take a chance. Read a book which you would rather not. For instance when the OH says ‘you’ll really like this’ and you’re thinking ‘no, I really won’t…’ Hmm... let's leave this one for now. Other than chick-lit, I'm a pretty open-minded reader, so, let's see.
A book from an unfamiliar genre. Isaac Asimov - Foundation
Ask a friend (preferably a person of impeccable taste, and definitely not someone who might have an axe to grind) to choose a book that you will, in their opinion, like. (This does not mean ask a dozen people until you get the right answer!) Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn - Cancer Ward

I'm not sure if I'll finish this challenge - think I'll come up one or two short, but hey! It's not called Not A Rat's Chance In Hell for nothing. I think at some sadistic level, Sarah actually expects us to come short... :)

I am actually really excited about this challenge though - I mean, there are so many contenders for some of the categories that the mind boggles. For example, on investigating a canonical writer - well, I've not read any Tolstoy, the Brontë sisters, Bolaño or Umberto Eco. It's actually quite embarrassing, if you think about it.

As for books sitting on my shelf for decades: I bought both, Tess of the D'Ubervilles The Return of the Native and Mansfield Park about eleven years ago, and they've sat pretty for all these years, probably (possibly?) judging me.

So, are you tempted to join in? The more the merrier, and all that? What would you choose in each of the categories, IF you were to join?

More importantly, have you read any of the books? Is it going to be a smooth or extremely bumpy ride? Looks like a really tall climb though...

Edit #1: I pulled out Thomas Hardy's Return of the Native instead of Tess, so edited the post to reflect the same. Ooops. Sorry!

Peter Carey, an Australian novelist, is one of only two authors to have won the Booker Prize twice, for the works Oscar and Lucinda (1988) and True History of the Kelly Gang (2001). While I have both books on my to-read list, I thought I'd introduce myself to Peter Carey with one of his later books (published in 2004), My Life As A Fake. The premise of My Life As A Fake is based on a real literary hoax in Australia in the 1940s: When Ern Malley, a garage mechanic, died at a young age, his sister sent a bunch of poems written by him to a modernist magazine, hoping to determine if the poems were any good or not. The magazine, Angry Penguin, devoted a whole issue to the works of Malley, as the editor thought they were written by a poet in the same class as Dylan Thomas or WH Auden. The public reaction wasn't quite what he expected, and later on, it was found out that the editor had been hoaxed by two young poets who were in the Army at that point in time. The two young poets were exhausted of the pretentious intellectuals that defined most of the world around them, and they just wanted to call them out as 'fakes' - not real intellects or, real connoisseurs of poetry.

Carey's novel is a complicated fictionalised version of these events, with new characters being drawn in, and a Frankenstien-esque character emerging. When Sarah, the editor of an esteemed poetry publication in England, travels to Malaysia with a friend of her parents (John Slater, a famous poet), she meets Chubb - the hoaxer. Against the warnings of Slater, she speaks to him, and hears his story, hoping to find an epic poem for her magazine, which he put before her on one of their first meetings. In the fictional account, the editor of the magazine kills himself, after coming face to face with Chubb's monster: McCorkle. While McCorkle originally existed only in Chubb's head, as the book progresses we find that someone does come forward, insisting he's McCorkle... and then meets Chubb and accuses him of not giving him a childhood, and then requesting his birth certificate! In fact, the poem Chubb showed Sarah was written by the "true" McCorkle.

The story takes both, Chubb and McCorkle to various places, as the creator tries to destroy the monster, who is hell-bent on ruining his life - first by kidnapping his daughter, and then going on an adventure in the Malaysian jungles! The sequence of beautifully described, extremely vivid and extraordinary events, set in Malaysia and Indonesia, with some very colourful characters is surreal, and at times, one does think unnecessary. Yet, it does boil down to Sarah's patience in return for that one piece of genius which Chubb put before her initially.

While the story intrigues, my main gripe with the book was that it was very passive. All the events were in the past, and for the most part, Chubb was narrating his story to Sarah. Within his story, another protagonist emerged, and it got increasingly confusing to figure out who was saying what - specially as the editors and the authors decided to forgo the use of double quotes. I had to go back and re-read parts of it, just to keep track of what was going on. As the book progressed, I found I really didn't care that much as to how things unfolded, and ended up speed reading (skim reading) the last hundred-odd pages.

Rating : D