Vacationland: True Stories from Painful Beaches
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Last update: 08-23-2024
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John Hodgman - New York Times best-selling author, semifamous personality, deranged millionaire, increasingly elderly husband, father, and human of Earth - has written a memoir about his cursed travels through two wildernesses: from the woods of his home in Massachusetts, birthplace of rage, to his exile on the coast of Maine, so-called Vacationland, home to the most painful beaches on Earth.
Vacationland is also about Hodgman's wandering in the metaphoric wilderness of his 40s, those years when dudes especially must painfully stop pretending to be the children of bright potential they were and settle into the failing bodies of the wiser, weirder dads that they are.
Other subjects covered include the horror of freshwater clams, the evolutionary purpose of the mustache, which animals to keep as pets and which to kill with traps and poison, and advice on how to react when the people of coastal Maine try to sacrifice you to their strange god.
After three best-selling books of fake facts, Hodgman is finally ready to tell the truth - in the same outlandish, audacious, and inimitable style that has won him fans in every medium he has worked: books, stage, social media, television, and movies.
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I’ll admit upfront that I am biased: I admire John Hodgman enormously and enjoy his humour.
His previous immensely popular books of fake facts led the reader on wonderful journeys down rabbit holes of trivia. But times move on and fake facts are no longer the fun diversion they once were.
Vacationland is a stunning change of pace for Hodgman.
Entering his 40s he reached sudden clarity on his own mortality and potential lack of relevance in a youth-driven culture. He does not show any bitterness, however, but accepts that this is the natural order of things. We pave a way for those who come after. But - he is not obsolete yet!
In modest and self-deprecating terms he describes himself as a “strange, white, male monster with bad facial hair”. He shares key moments of his life, and sets them in the context of the locations where he has lived, from The Pioneer Valley in western Massachusetts to the “painful beaches” of Maine where he attests he will someday accept his death. He talks about his teenage years, fatherhood, and life as a ‘minor television celebrity’, and reflects on the events that have made him who he is.
Hodgman’s style is conversational, with beautiful descriptive passages that really evoke the visual scene or the emotional tone, and you can hear his distinctive voice as you read his words. The tales are funny, revealing, and downright heartbreaking at times. He shares himself with us as never before.
John Hodgman is a wonderful storyteller and Vacationland totally satisfies, yet leaves you hoping for sequels. Highly recommended!
In Hodgman’s adulthood no matter how slightly off the rails things go for him (and it’s never really too far) the events and doings the author presents in Vacationland all seem a part of the Hodgman plan. Sort of like when Pesci says to De Niro in Raging Bull “Even when you lose, you win.” No longer a cork, he’s now a fairly big fish who through talent and luck gets to swim with the sharks.
I enjoyed seeing how much mileage John Hodgman gets out of being celebrity “John Hodgman,” a situation he assays further in the follow-up to this book, Medallion Status, which I have in line to enjoy (I am confident) after Vacationland.
Here he relates going about doing this and that in Maine, not naming certain things, people or locations. Kind of like how the Beats would name someone thus: “D--- sauntered down the alley like a twice-blessed hipster…”
Hodgman does the “shall remain nameless” thing, I imagine, primarily out of privacy concerns in these stalking, doxing, and “calling out” times. While the Beats -- just my theory -- did it out of fear they’d be roughed up or robbed by their subjects. (Hint: They were not nice people.)
Nobody in the world would ever want to rough up Hodgman. Because he’s our pal who would never betray our belief in him by playing the “Do you know who I am?!” card. Just listen -- if you have the audio book of this; if not I recommend it so you may experience Hodgman fully -- to his dulcet tones and on-the-money phrasings. I believe you might miss certain jokes and authorial ironies if only read on the page, where the expressiveness that comes through via audio presentation is lacking. You will also better appreciate the author’s equanimity, which seems almost divine: No Nonplussed Malcontents of Life Club member is he.
He can seem rather pleased with himself, though he gets credit for only mentioning his time at Yale five or six times, which I am told is quite conservative for the former attendees of that august institution. Related to that perhaps, a bit of “John Hodgman’s” smugness peeks through now and then. But that comes with the territory, like that stolen by the white man -- of which John Hodgman is one -- from the Indians. (Apologies for that hamfisted segue.) Truly, in this regard his personal manifest destiny is sensitively bemoaned by the author, who, within flashes of self-knowledge, admits to his white privilege while thankfully not going so far as to “put on the hair shirt” or engage in literal self-flagellation. Bracketing these sensitive moments is the Hodgman humor, and somehow he manages to walk this particular ethical tightrope with aplomb.
In summation, John Hodgman comes off as a good fellow. I’ve seen a number of authors who have “made it” become unattractively smug and “high hat”: which is a charming old term that means “condescending.” (You know the hats they were talking about.) But as for Hodgman, so charming is he that when I think I find this tendency (smugness) beginning to creep into his schtick I think, “Maybe it’s not him, but me.”
So then, I recommend Vacationland, especially for New England residents who are curious about how those who have a measure of fame (a group that includes New England second-home-havers Oprah, Whoopi, John Irving (actually first home, I believe), almost Nicole Kidman, Johnny Depp (rumored), etc.) conduct themselves when they get away from the hurly-burly of their world by escaping to their places in the land of syrup and pine trees to ostensibly become “just folks,” if only temporarily. For all his accomplishment and level of fame, John Hodgman -- if not “John Hodgman” -- seems to fit in there like a hand in a glove.
It might make more sense to read his other book(s) first but hard to comment since I didn’t read them yet.