Title: Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles
Author: Ron Currie Jr.
Genre: Fiction | Contemporary
Synopsis: The protagonist of Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles is named Ron Currie, Jr., and as you’d expect, he’s a lot like the guy who wrote the book. Both of them are writers; both of their fathers are dead; both are deeply in love with women whose beauty and allure are matched only by their elusiveness. When Currie the character travels to a small Caribbean island to begin a new book about the woman he loves, he inadvertently fakes his own death, which turns out to be the best career move he’s ever made—until he learns that the one thing that the world will not forgive is having been told a deeply satisfying lie.
Final Rating:♥♥♥♥ / ♥♥♥♥♥
Look at that cover. Look at that title. I’ve been wanting to read this book since I was working at Barnes & Noble, but I never got around to it. But Book Outlet is a gift from God, and I was able to get my hands on this book for $2.
Currie’s writing is unlike anything I’ve ever read before. It’s matter-of-fact, but he also has a tendency to ramble. His words are simple and not flowery, but his sentences are long and winding. His writing, his voice and the tone he sets for his novel contrast each other drastically, but somehow, it works. I can’t even begin to explain how fantastically whimsical his language his, how eccentric his thoughts are, how genius his sarcasm is. I did not find the novel “blisteringly funny” as the back said I would, but I exercised a strong appreciation for Currie’s sense of humor anyways.
If you think about it, not a lot happens in the book. But the beauty of the work is not the plot, not the story, but how Currie manages to pour his heart and soul onto the paper, raising important questions about love and heartbreak, of life and death, of grief and loss, of what it means to be human, of regret and redemption. From recounting seemingly unimportant details from his love life, he paints a vivid picture of a painful romance. From reliving his father’s cancer and the moments leading up to his death, he learns to question what it means to be alive, what it means to help, to forgive, to love without limits. The book is heart breaking, but it’s hopeful at the same time. It’s realistic, honest and raw. It’s a writer’s thoughts and feelings, his uncensored emotions and passions on a page, and it’s a delight to read.
This book is not for everyone. Like I mentioned before, there isn’t a refined plot. It is not fast-paced, nor is it terribly exciting, nor will it keep you on the edge of your seat, wondering what will happen next. So if you’re looking for that, walk far, far away because you won’t find it. But if you’re willing to read some crude humor, of un-glamorized portrayals of unhealthy love and of sickness, pick this up. If you want to read something that will make you think, pick this up. If you want to read something that is beautifully written, that will stay with you in the most unique way possible, pick this up.