Thank you to #Netgalley for a free copy of this audiobook in exchange for an honest review.
My Interest
Having spent much of the last 15 years in Academia, this one caught my eye on #Netgalley. A Nobel Prize! Well, well…. And, it is supposed to be “wickedly funny.” Ok, I’ll listen.
The Story
“…change doesn’t happen so much as it accumulates.”
“Why must politics always be the main theme? We are meant to be in a haven from so-called woke oppression but the constant controversy is more taxing than wokeness ever was”
Helen, a physicist (this is the summer of physicist with Oppenheimer in the theaters and now this book…. yet another book I’m reading mentions a relative who was a physicist) drags husband Hugh off to a sort of Island of Misfit Toy Academics–“Cancel U” as it is euphemistically known. A “no rules, just right” place for canceled academics and a few politicians, writers, etc., funded by a politically incorrect zillionaire with overtones of an ex-POTUS and a guy with a fixation on one letter, if you catch my drift. (If, being in the halls of the Christian Academe I missed an obvious parallel to a real place, please leave me a comment, ok?).
She and Hugh have been woke since before it was even waking up. They are an “open device” couple who share all their passwords so there are no secret phone friendships or anything similar. They often ignore each others’ “digital presence” and want “privacy” in their heads. Yeah. Are they vegan? hahhaha, Do you really have to ask?
Anyway, Helen is a genius with physics while Hugh attends “actions” (protests). When rich old B.W. recruits her for “The Institute” she goes to work with Perry (or is it Harry–I SWEAR the reader said both) who is a legend, but got ‘canceled’ for a same-sex relationship with an undergraduate. While Hugh is in their apartment “metronome-ing” (that’s an actual quote) to a recorded music, Helen and Perry are doing something amazing with physics–at a level that should, in time, see them grasp a Nobel Prize from the hands of Grumpy King himself, Carl XVI Gustaf in Stockholm.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch in the midst of regality as Hugh stresses over “predatory Capitalism,” Helen has a weird almost epiphany. What if people don’t have to be canceled completely–what if you can still admire the good things they’ve done while not forgetting the bad? And, about this time BW takes out a page in the Wall Street Journal offering free education to a couple of neo-N— ish young people–all to promote the exchange of ideas etc., etc. etc. Only you just know he doesn’t really mean it, right?
When things go too far one night puke-ing-ly-earnest, but adorable Hugh decides to grow a pair (sort of) and deal with stuff going down upstairs. Helen? She gets some home truths from BW that causes it all.
My Thoughts
I liked the way Julius Taranto periodically zapped reader (no spoilers–you’ll now it when you read it). That was different and fun. The humor–it wasn’t all that funny. There is so much you can really bust a gut laughing at in academia today, that this only hit the top level of bombast and cringe. It never dug deeper than the surface for humor.
We were supposed to admire Hugh, I think. I guess I may have as many trust issues with guys who think of lentils as a staple as I do with guys who wear MAGA hats. Give me the men in the middle of the political spectrum, please. Helen–I took off a lot for all the dull-as-dirt science discourse. Physics? Really? We’re Americans. We flunk or skip science. But having her be a physicist let her go the Island/Institute and set up the story, so, ok–that worked. The editor, though, should have stepped in and axed about 75% of the science babble. Without the cool special effects in Oppenheimer, physics is dull. Helen’s predictable diatribe on environment (we get it–it’s all our fault) and that women should be taught about #metoo from a standpoint of defending ourselves physically is old news.
Like many another law school grad though, Julius Taranto can spin a story. I’d definitely read something else by him–this was his debut novel. NPR will be all over it, I’m sure. Like Lee Cole’s Groundskeeping earlier this year, I responded to this due to the writing–it was well written, just not “wickedly funny” as promised.
My Verdict
3.0
I couldn’t give it a higher rating due to all the dull science chit-chat
How I Won a Nobel Prize by Julius Taranto, publishes September 12