#33 ~ Special Topics in Calamity Physics

August 8, 2007 at 3:27 am | Posted in Amazing Narrator, Books, Brain Food for Thought, Childhood Memories, Inspiration, LIfe, Marisha Pessl, Memoir, My Life with Books, Reading, Secrets and Lies | 2 Comments
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Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl

Just 75 pages into Special Topics in Calamity Physics, I knew that I was going to enjoy it. When what I was reading spoke to me personally in conjunction with an outside conversation I had just moments before reading it, I knew that I was reading something spooky-spectacular. Now that I’ve completed this novel, I can say that I’ve never read anything quite like it. It is as fabulous in its story as it is original in its style and form. I hope to keep my mind long enough to see how this book is regarded by future generations.

Special Topics in Calamity Physics is the story of Blue van Meer, the only child of an amazingly intellectual college professor named Gareth. She lost her mother at the age of five in a terrible car accident. From that time forward, the van Meer’s traveled from one small college town to the next ~ usually once per semester. The main story begins just before Blue’s senior year of high school. As a special “treat,” her dad takes a year-long teaching position in a small North Carolina town with an excellent prep school which will help Blue get into Harvard. Truth be told, Blue’s intelligence matches her father’s. There’s little doubt that Harvard would pass her up.

Given Blue’s nomadic childhood, she developed a strong bond with her father ~ in equal parts because he was her only constant and because she tended to keep to herself. That all changed at St. Gallway. Through a fluke encounter at the local grocery store, she catches the eye of Hannah Schnieder, a beautiful woman who happens to be the film teacher.

Hannah has mentored a group of five classmates called the “Bluebloods” by the rest of the class. Upon Hannah’s insistence, Blue is reluctantly included in their weekly Sunday dinners at Hannah’s house. After a couple of months, she’s even seen as one of them. In one form or another, they all get embroiled in figuring out Hannah’s mysterious life away from them. When Hannah is discovered dead, Blue’s newfound life is destroyed along with it. Worse still, while the “Bluebloods” are nearly violent in blaming Blue for Hannah’s death, no one else will believe that her was anything other than a suicide. Blue is forced to go it alone to detangle Hannah and why she was so mysteriously attached to her.

This book is written in first person by Blue as a memoir of her childhood. Pessl uses the experiences of this interesting father/daughter relationship to construct this novel. It is full of references and hand-drawn reproductions of pictures used to illustrate her points. One might think that references would bog down a novel written as a memoir, but they were nothing short of a delight. Blue never used a quotation unnecessarily. Although I never bothered to check to see how fictitious (or not) they were, this novel would not have worked without them.

I would have to say one of the most amazing things about the construction of this novel is the Table of Contents. It is created in the form of a syllabus from one of Gareth’s courses. Each chapter title is that of a well known novel or story. Each one (for at least those that I was familiar with) was absolutely perfect for that chapter. I could not believe how ingenious and creative that little touch is. How could I not buy a book with a chapter entitled, “Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man?” For that matter, how could I not adore a character who makes up a Ulysses study group to get out of her house and out with her mentor? There were times that the Table of Contents alone made me happy to be alive as a literate human being.

There is still some summer left. Do yourself a huge favor. Buy this book.  I swear you’ll want to keep it. Take a long weekend (Labor Day if you must), sit back, crack open this book and be delighted. You may find yourself reading way into the wee hours of the night without being exhausted the next day.

Yes, my friends, it’s that refreshing.


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  1. Ooh, I forgot to mention…

    Stupidly, I started this book while away last weekend with four friends and two children under the age of 18 months. Needless to say, I never read more than half a page at a time. Not the fault of any of the friends, I just chose too ambitious a book for that type of weekend.

    So, I’ve put it down for the time being. Have you ever started a book that you are *sure* you’re going to enjoy, but you have such a bad beginning to the book that you are sure that it is going to ruin it for you? That you are missing out on stuff in the first 50 pages that you’ll regret later? Well, that’s how I felt about this book. Instead, I’ve picked up and finally read The Shadow of the Wind, a book that also had a bad beginning for me (I don’t recall why right now… I seem to recall it being one of the books that fell by the wayside during my adventures in pregnancy). It has lived up to its excellent reputation, and I’m glad I put it aside and re-started it. Now I can’t wait to re-start Special Topics… perhaps next week.

  2. I know exactly what you mean. It’s the same sort of thing that happens with movies sometimes – was I just in the wrong mood? Should I watch it again?

    I think that you should definitely give it another chance – and start back at the beginning. It might be a good idea to go to http://www.calamityphysics.com/main.htm. That made me want to reread the book while I was writing the review! I also added Blue van Meer and Marisha Pessl as my friends on MySpace.

    I wish I had read fiction during my pregnancy. It might have saved me $$$ and two plus years of depression for having failed natural childbirth. In fact, there are several scenes of childbirth that would have made me extremely happy to have ended up in the OR. Melanie Wilkes comes to mind… 😉

    The book I’ve started no less than three times without finishing is Cujo. After the last time I tried, I figured out that this book just wasn’t for me. It wasn’t my mood, what was going on in my life, etc. It was the book.

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