In my annual series, I tell you which books I really disliked this year. Fortunately, I liked a lot of the books that I read in 2016. In fact, I have no non-fiction books to ward you away from. My public service will be to recommend that you don't read a Pulitzer Prize winning novel from nearly a hundred years ago. Also, some honorable mention stinkers. Dishonorable mentions?
Worst of the Year: Fiction
Alice Adams, Booth Tarkington, 1921
Alice Adams is a bleak book that I would never have read absent my goal of reading all of the Pulitzer Prize winners for fiction. That project sometimes has me dipping back into the deep past for a title like this. Tarkington won in 1919 for The Magnificent Ambersons, a story that captured the moment when a family's grip on power in its town gets overwhelmed by the growth and progress of the town and the culture. That story had shadows but not like the delusional shadows of the striving Alice Adams and family in this book. Reading about people being deceitful can be stressful. Reading about people deluding themselves while deceiving others is downright squicky. I will say that it's no wonder Tarkington won the 1922 prize for this novel. It both captures a moment in the culture and feels modern enough now that it must have really appeared ahead of its time when it was originally published. Unfortunately, a depressing and unsettling book is a depressing an unsettling book. Hollywood liked, it too; it's been made into a movie twice - once in the same year it was published and later in a more well-known version with a young, dewy Katherine Hepburn playing the title role.
Honorable Mentions Bucky F*cking Dent, David Duchovny (whom I love), 2016 Shampoo Planet, Douglas Coupland (whom I adore), 1992
The name of this blog is a political statement about fatherhood. Regardless of the progress toward gender equality that has occurred over the last several decades, one stereotype persists and may be getting worse: moms are good parents and dads are incompetent boobs who sometimes babysit. Poppycock, I say. Or an excuse for dads who would like to be viewed as numskulls so that they don't have to parent their kids. Dads are parents too, and I know some who are very good at it.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.