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Lance Manion- The Song Between Her Legs- A Collection Review
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This Book is a Wonderful Read!
Regardless of the humble claims made by the prolific and talented writer by the name of Lance Manion, I simply must assert he is one of my favorite writers. At least in terms of the writers most people have never heard of. But even with that, if you take some time to read some of his work, you just might find him one of your favorites regardless of fame and stature, much like I have.
Granted, much of his writing is low-brow and geared towards his fascination with scoring with the opposite sex (while the rest of it, with the occasional exception, is inane and just plain silly), but there's no denying that Manion is just so good at what he does. Further, this writer found a void nobody fills so well, or shamelessly. Even beyond that, nobody else does it to the level of volume he does, as this review is on his sixth collection of this bizarre and well-written work.
Therein lies the key. The work can be as pointless as a political career, but if it is written exceptionally well then it is worthy of some attention. And I know of nobody who does this as well as Lance Manion. Now, when I say written exceptionally well, do not assume this is similar to grand writers such as Hemingway and such, but I have yet to see or read the work of any other writer who captures the conversational tone and timbre with such aplomb.
This method and style of writing fits the genre like a brand-name condom. His account of what's occurred in his trials and travails is so easily seen and gathered by us readers thanks to his flowing style of brusque yet clarifying narrative.
For example, you just have to read how the peanut has become an aspect of this man's heaven and hell. Man, I thought it was just Yvonne Strahovski.
The writing of this guy fascinates me to the point that I would really like to get in his head for a day, you know, just to work out what's going on. Or perhaps be a fly on the wall of his world (I understand he lives somewhere near Philadelphia, so I'll have plenty of peers with which I could blend, I'm sure) or, dare I say, spend a night hiding under his bed.
Yes, I want to spend a night hiding under the bed of Lance Manion. There. I said it. Don't judge me. Hey, I won't have any plastic talking snowmen, so just relax. He'll never know. Hey, I was under Andira's bed for nearly a week and they never had a clue. She edited this work, if you must know.
Truly wondrous writers harbor an imaginative well from which their writing originates, and Lance Manion possesses a well running deep. This book consists of numerous and plentiful amounts of entries, each of which is quite unique and largely independent of one another, and this is his sixth book. If you're not familiar with his prior work (which is now a must-have and certainly your assignment), all the previous five works are similar in construct in that he lumps several different individual entities, some fiction while others acerbic and witty observations, into one enjoyable volume. The point is that this man's sense of humor and imagination seems boundless. This writer (the one writing this review), frankly, is rather jealous. Most would be. And rest assured; you want this man giving the commencement address at your graduating child's graduation.
But I have to admit grinding curiosity at one particular issue- when he wrote the word, 'himselves', did Lance add it to the dictionary (where it would linger forever with the likelihood it would never again see the light of day) or did he suggest to ignore it once? Perhaps forever? The same concern is with the word, 'imprevious'.
I should point out to all readers of this review that I've actually been jonesing for some time, waiting for this sixth book to find its way to our hearts. Everything I desire in a good read I have obtained from this man's writing, so it only makes sense I would seek it yet once more. I enjoy his brand of wit, his conversational writing timbre, his detail of observation, and he even writes a good ghost story. We ascertain a lot about what sort of childhood he had and how he coped with making it to adulthood. I can't tell for sure if he's lucky with the ladies or not, but he wasn't at first. But there is humanity in him; just ask his brother.
But there are two primary points to make regarding Lance Manion. The first is that he is truly a competent and very good writer. That is key and certainly in the bag. The second is that every separate entry and story is so unique upon itself. This is not one of those writers who rehashes over the same formula, pretending to be fresh. He has a certain style, but doesn't seem repetitive or recycled.
The second point is that, although I might be running in too tight a circle, I have not found another writer who does this sort of work. Sure, plenty of writers have their blogs or their continual anthologies, but nobody does this like this. Lance Manion is truly unique. Unless, you know, he cuts me off in traffic. Then I just might cut him.
So, with quality and originality on his side, what isn't there to like? Look, people; you know you're going to be reading, at least occasionally. So what are you reading? More of the same old thing from the big box publisher churn? Political diatribe from the wingnuts? Three ways to wash your dog without water? Peanuts Classics?
Do yourself a favor and read some Lance Manion. Savor the Lance Manion. Relish in the Lance Manion. Come on, you know you want to. Hey, he wants you to. You can even learn what a vuvuzela is and what they're for.
To add to the fun, Lance Manion doesn't just write humor and acerbic criticism about societal woes, but offers thought-provoking stories and observations. Further, few writers can approach the Twilight Zone genre and not come away looking incompetent, but Manion has done this well a few times throughout his books. That in itself is a sign of a good writer. He also has a superb grasp at the metaphor and slings the talent with no apology. He doesn't have to because pancakes don't work that way and everyone knows that, like it or not, no matter how you nuuuut.
I don't think he smokes or likes cigars. I enjoy the occasional Rocky Patel myself, but only when I see Gwyneth Paltrow smoking one. They say she's the most beautiful woman in the world, you know. In that thought, this writer can say with confidence that Lance is looking out for me via a new holiday. Come on, the 2nd of April!
Did I mention that this writer's ability to diversify his writing is exemplary? His insight into the world he lives in must be agonizing. I've no doubt he'll end up in a bell tower with a rifle (the Colt AR-15 in .223 or 5.56 is sweet, Lance) taking down everyone in sight, particularly if it's across the street of the Rock & Roll Museum.
"Hey Stanley, you one-eared creep, you got in for the same reasons they always kept you out? How about that?!?"
Blam blam blam.
What really matters is that we pay attention to the myriad of details provided by this exemplary writer. For example, many talented writers begin with a quote stated by a genus mind. Here, we find no exception.
In this book, it states, "Starting a book with a good quote is important."
- Lance Manion
Wow, people. Just... wow.
To find more Manion!
This link leads you to Lance's site.