After reading The Book Thief and I Am the Messenger a month ago, I proclaimed to the world that I was hopelessly devoted to Markus Zusak. Since then, I’ve gone on to read his earlier novels, Fighting Ruben Wolfe and Getting the Girl.
Am I still hopelessly devoted to Markus Zusak?
Hopelessly devoted to
Head over heels crazy about
Jump over the moon worshipful of
In other words, I think highly of his writing.
I even wrote that lame little poem because my author worship has rendered me incapable of forming complete sentences.
I was originally planning to write a full-length review of Fighting Ruben Wolfe and its sequel, Getting the Girl, but since my neurons aren’t exactly firing this morning, I thought I might shove the synopsis and get down to the meat and potatoes.
Fighting Ruben Wolfe is about two brothers, Ruben and Cameron, from blue-collared Sydney who gets mixed up in a shady underground boxing gig for a crack at a few bucks and flying grab at dignity. Getting the Girl revisits the Wolfe brothers, now done with backyard fighting, but still elbowing each other over a girl.
What I like about Zusak’s writing is his uncanny ability to create viable, vibrant, vivid images with just a few words. Sometimes using just one or two words. These words are like sharp jabs, but they make their point. He is the master of verbal economy, proving that the hallmark of a good writer is not about overwhelming the reader with flamboyant vocab, rococo sentences, literary pyrotechnics, but simply using the right words.
There’s something remarkably bold about his writing. After reading my share of books, I’m of the opinion that writers who are not comfortable with their writing tend to hide their insecurites in overwriting—in long fancy sentences, behind a thesaurus and a shitload (pardon my French) of adjectives. So when I see a blessed three word sentence, I feel like the author is taking a stand and sticking it to the man.
Markus Zusak’s writing feels rebellious, proving once and for all that a few words can make a huge impact.
After reading the entire Zusak collection, I Googled him, partially because whenever I read a book I like, I Google the author, check out their websites, read about their personal lives, scan reviews of their other works, etc…
Which is the reason for my Markus Zusak internet search and not because I thought he was kinda cute in his author photo.
C’mon, it’s not like I’m thirteen and pining after J.T.T.
I’m 23. A mature 23. I swore I’ll never pin another boy crazy movie star posters on my wall again.
But I never swore off posting them on my blog.
And this one is literature related…
So excuse me for sounding like I’m thirteen and lovesick but I’ve got to say this about Markus Zusak, award winning author of The Book Thief:
Markus, Markus, you so fine. You so fine you blow my mind. Markus!
He’s fine sitting down.
He’s fine playing drums.
He’s fine flashing a megawatt smile.
If I ever see him at a book signing, I think I’ll blush, giggle, swoon (in that order). I think it prudent to pack smelling salts.