So, um, anyways…
This is a very twisted book, but with a delightfully black sense of humor. But then what would one expect from the man who gave us a best-selling series of children’s books in which terrible things happen to orphans, and bad people get away with murder? Truthfully, it was primarily out of love for the aforementioned series, and curiosity as to what kind of adult literature the author would produce, that I picked up this one. Actually, first I tried reading another one of his books (Adverbs) because it had a cooler cover and I’m shallow like that, but I couldn’t finish it. It’s not that it wasn’t brilliantly strange and strangely brilliant; it was just a little too episodic and disjointed for my microscopic attention span. So I picked up The Basic Eight and was able to polish it off within a couple of days.
The Basic Eight employs some rather interesting narrative devices. Basically, the text consists of the high school diary of Flannery Culp, heavily edited and annotated by herself as she types up the manuscript in her jail cell sometime after the action of the story. You see, Flan sort of beat one of her classmates to death with a croquet mallet her senior year. You know, high school can be stressful, right? Actually, Flan makes for a pretty entertaining narrator, despite the fact that she’s certifiable. I guess the book kind of begs the question as to what extent do her very serious problems and stacked odds really excuse the things she does? (And I’m not just talking about the murder, but all the other poor choices she makes throughout the story.) Where do we draw the line between condemnation and circumstantial non-culpability. Or maybe we’re not supposed to draw any line (or conclusion) at all, as the constantly sarcastic, ironic, and derisive tone of the narration seems to undermine one’s desire to make such judgments.
Interestingly enough, whereas the last book I read had a kind of demoralizing effect for me, The Basic Eight actually made me feel pretty good about myself. I may think my life’s screwed up, but I’ve got nothing on Flannery Culp. I found her life and circle of friends to be about as realistic and true-to-life as the Lemony Snicket books themselves, which is to say, not very realistic at all. But then I don’t think that’s what Handler’s going for in either case. I still got lots of enjoyment out of the reading. I especially enjoyed how Flan would constantly correct her own grammar, making her sentences really awkward just to satisfy obscure grammatical conventions. Lynn Truss would be so proud of her. She’s one of those kids who always seems to have a snappy line or comeback, and her writing’s just chock full of acerbic perspicacity. (She likes to write things like, “The books on the wallpaper had no discernible spines, like the people in the room”.) Too bad she couldn’t turn that oh-so-sharp and clever gaze on herself in time to recognize the extent of her own problems.
Oftentimes I think the little blurb on the inside flap of books do a pretty shabby job of conveying the essence of whatever story they’re trying to condense. But I think in this case the blurb does a pretty bang-up job of showing potential readers what kind of things to expect from The Basic Eight:
It’s first semester senior year, and Flannery Culp needs her friends more than ever. Her homeroom teacher is a tyrant, her biology teacher is a pervert, and in a few months the Winnie Moprah Show will broadcast vicious lies calling her a Satanic murderer when they really mean murderess… Flannery needs all of the Basic Eight, because high school can get so stressful, you just want to kill someone.
Vocabulary: TYRANT INCESSANTLY SCARCELY REQUITED PANACHE
Study Questions:
1. In order to sell, a work of literature now has to be condensed into a few pithy paragraphs on the front flap. Does this seem right to you? Why or why not?
2. Really, the only way to tell if a book is any good is to purchase it for yourself, take it home, and read it all the way through. Don’t you think? Why or why not?
3. If a boy is messing with your head, is it okay to pummel his head? Why or why not?