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| ”The dominant stallion chases even off his male offspring when they’re two or three years old. It avoids inbreeding. Nature’s smart." ”The dominant stallion chases even off his male offspring when they’re two or three years old. It avoids inbreeding. Nature’s smart."No need to worry about confusing this one with National Velvet, Black Beauty or even War Horse. No girl-meets-horse, girl-tames-horse, girl-wins-race here. Roan Montgomery was practically born in a saddle. Daddy was a multiple Olympic gold-medalist rider, and he is determined to see that his legacy is carried on. Roan is fifteen and on the path to the Olympics as well. It is a challenging existence. There is almost no time for a social life. Her school days are curtailed so she can make it to practice. And it is not just practicing all the time. Being a rising star in the equestrian world is a business. There are endorsements to decide on, photo-shoots and interviews to fit in. Of course, Daddy takes care of those arrangements. He is her manager and trainer, and is, arguably, the best in the business. But she has to put on the well-crafted persona her father has constructed for her, do the interviews he tells her to do, and endorse the products he tells her to endorse. The family is quite well to do, with a property in Virginia that is easily large enough for working out the family’s horses. So they do not need the endorsement money, but having her picture in the media, in ads or profiles, helps when it comes to competing for a chance to be selected for national teams. In many ways she is a very lucky young lady, able to pursue dreams that few others could attempt. [image] Susan Mihalic - image from Levure Litteraire - Photo Copyright by Eric Swanson But all that nickers is not gold with the athletic, handsome Monty Montgomery. Despite his world-class accomplishments, expertise and training skills, he is a very controlling guy, keeping Roan on a very short rein. Not just controlling her professional advancement, and her very sense of self-worth, he has been sexually abusing her for many years. Mommy Sneerest hates her because Roan is the object of all Monty’s attention. But she keeps well away, between shopping, being blotto, and screwing around. How much is choice? By the mores of our world none of it. Roan may tell herself that she endures Monty because it is a price she has to pay to get what she wants, which is to be at the top of the equestrian world, an international gold medalist. And she has the talent and the work ethic to make that happen. But cross Monty and there will be a price to pay. [image] image from The Plaid Horse - Photo by Lauren Mauldin ThemToo The promo copy for the book mentions Room, and My Absolute Darling as comparables. There are two other books that might be put on the same shelf. Dark Horses bears a comparison, in part at least, with My Dark Vanessa. Both are about adolescent girls abused by much older men in positions of power over them. Vanessa can at least be seen as welcoming her dark adventure, and had the freedom to walk away whenever she wanted. Not so much Roan, although she comes to a sort of accommodation with it, a prisoner’s accommodation with a jailer. A closer comparison is with Ella Berman’s 2020 novel, The Comeback. In that one, a young actress is controlled and manipulated, away from her family, by a creep of a director. As with Roan’s concern for her riding career, Grace Hyde knows that if she stepped away at any point, her career, her dreams, would have been over, thanks to that powerful and poisonous director. Both young women were right. Where is the breaking point, if there even is one? Even were these characters old enough to make adult decisions, can any dream be worth the cost of such ongoing abuse? [image] Image from Stroud Show Horses What differentiates Dark Horses from the MeToo novels noted above is the element of incest. Vanessa was hit on by a teacher. Grace Hyde was victimized by her director/manager. Ma was kidnapped by Old Nick and kept in the room of the book’s title. It is in having a psycho, abusive Daddy that Roan meets Turtle of My Absolute Darling. Turtle’s father, Martin, keeps her off the grid and away from any potential competition. He is not above using physical violence to enforce his will. Monty can control Roan with threats alone, although he does get very physically forceful with her at times. The threat of deprivation or physical harm is ever present. In both novels, controlling fathers train their daughters to be strong, tough, training them in skills they need, or want. Another similarity between Horses and Darling (and with only a gazillion coming-of-age novels, as well) is that when the lead-character girl sees an alternative, a chance, the stable, corrupt world in which she has been living begins to come apart. And the young person faces the challenge that will drive her to grow beyond her youth, or fail trying. [image] Image from US Equestrian - Photo: Howard Schatzberg Life gets complicated as Roan’s sixteenth birthday nears. The usual sort. She meets a boy. He is seen as a bad boy but she gets to know him in stolen hours, and he is a pretty laudable specimen of the coltish teen boy species. Roan is drawn not just to the boy himself, but the vivacious (sane) family life he has, so much warmer and richer than the sere, straight (prison-bar-like) lines of her life. He sees her for herself, and not as an externalization of his own ego. Roan begins to rebel in ways small and then larger. The tension of the novel is not knowing what the future holds. Will she be able to become her own person? Will she rat out her unspeakable father, thus hobbling her own career, or better, escape him somehow? Will she ever have a chance at the career she dreamed of, and can she have something with the boy? [image] Horse in Acadia - from the WB archives Roan is a victim, straight up. But that is not all she is. It is the diversity of her characterization that gives this book its strength. We are granted a victim’s-eye view to ongoing sexual and psychological assault. But while we are in there we can hear the wheels inside Roan’s head spinning, trying to figure out how to keep the good things she has, while surviving the horrendous one. She is tough as nails, strong, a serious athlete, but still a girl, with the needs and desires of any other teenager. One thing Daddy has taught her well is the importance of staying in control on the field of competition. The lesson has carried over outside the course. You do not want to mess with Roan, as her enemies at school soon discover. One gripe I had was the absence of a compelling back story to explain how Monty had become such a monster. Yes, he grew up under a domineering father, but, even though Mihalic’s portrayal of him is persuasive and chilling, that one piece could have used a bit more. Roan’s love interest is a delight of a young man, but I came close to eye-rolling at times as he seemed a wee bit too perfect. The rest of the cast is a professional crew, carrying out their supporting roles efficiently, even offering moments of warmth and human connection, greasing the wheels for the plot’s forward momentum. [image] Image from Horse Rookie One nice element of the novel is introducing readers to a world most of us have never encountered. Dressage always sounded to me like a French fashion magazine or an equestrian competition designed by The Ministry of Silly Walks. My exposure to horses is minimal. I touched a beauty of a chestnut mare in Prospect Park many years back and my allergies took at least a minute to speed from eye-itch through a massive nasal drip before achieving escape velocity with me gasping for air. But, while that conversation with a lovely rider was cut dramatically short, my admiration for the beauty of the beast was unaltered by my body’s panicked reaction. For readers such as I, admirers of equine beauty, while innocent of any meaningful knowledge about them, it was a treat to learn a bit about the rigors of training and competitions, gain an appreciation for what an all-consuming enterprise such training and its business end entail, and be introduced to a range of equine personalities. [image] Image from Kentucky Horse Shows Mostly, the story, particularly once we are clued in to the underlying dynamic, maintains a strong, and quickening pace until we are in full gallop by the end, fully engaged in rooting for Roan to win her battle with dark forces and finally be unharnessed. There is no certainty that she will. Definitely page-turner territory, and it doesn’t take much horse-sense to know that it is worth ponying up a few shekels for a look-see. Dark Horses is a sure winner. Bet on it. In this moment I controlled what happened next. If he could use my body, I could too. Review posted – February 12, 2021 Publication dates ----------February 16, 2021 - hard cover ----------October 12, 2021 - trade paperback I received an ARE of Dark Horses from Scout Press through a promotion on Lithub. No animals were harmed in the writing of this review . =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s Instagram, Twitter and Pinterest pages ThemToo -----My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell -----Room by Emma Donohue -----The Comeback by Ella Berman -----My Absolute Darling - Gabriel Tallent Items of Interest -----Equestrian Queensland - What is a Show Horse -----Equisearch - Glossary Of Horse Terminology -----The Ministry of Silly Walks ----- How to Ride & Show Horses Without a Trust Fund by Shelby Dennis ...more |
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it was amazing
| Good mothers were rarities, the center of everything.Sometimes the beauty of the written word can make you stop, pause, sigh deeply, and appreciat Good mothers were rarities, the center of everything.Sometimes the beauty of the written word can make you stop, pause, sigh deeply, and appreciate the moment. I am fortunate to have been able to read and report on many top tier works of fiction. It remains a singular joy to come across written passages that bring me near to tears with their sheer power and beauty. Here is the beginning of the novel, the beginning of what brought on my overwrought response: When Polly was a child, and thought like a child, the world was a fluid place. People came and went and never looked the same from month to month, or year to year. They shifted bodies and voices—a family friend shaved a beard, a great-aunt shriveled into illness, a doctor grew taller—and it would take time to find them, to recognize them. Polly studied faces, she wondered, she undid the disguise. But sometimes people she loved disappeared entirely, curling off like smoke. Her father, Merle, told her that her mind was like a forest, and the trees inside were her people, each leaf or needle a memory. Her mother, Jane, said that memories were the way a person tried to turn a life into a story, and Papa, Polly’s great-grandfather, said that there was a story about everything. He would tell them something long and strange to explain the existence of tigers or caves or trees, but then he’d say, Well, the Greeks said the same thing, or the Finns; the Athabascans, the Etruscans, the Utes, Days were an Aztec snake swallowing its tail, water came from a Celtic goddess’s eyes, thunder was a deadly fart from a Bantu in the sky.See what I mean? The issues noted in the passage presage the stories and memory issues to come. The way a child thinks? Check. People looking different from one time to another? Check. Needing time to recognize faces beneath disguises? Check. People disappearing? Sadly, check. Memory as a way of turning lived experience into story? Check. Cultures, and people coming up with tales to explain observed events? Check. [image] Jamie Harrison - image from her site We meet Polly Berrigan (nee Schuster) as an adult, 42, having recently suffered a serious injury, hit by a car while bike-riding. She has a considerable scar on her skull from the needed repairs. The damage to her brain has left her something other than what she had been up until then. She has become forgetful, can drift off sometimes while with other people, but mostly she now has issues with memory. With her great-aunt Maude coming to town to celebrate her 90th birthday, there is a flurry of preparations (stories told, photographs and artifacts of earlier times unearthed) that summon memories for Polly. But can she rely on those recollections? What we have here is an unwillingly unreliable narrator. The novel is told in (mostly) two times, the present (2002) in Montana, and 1968, when Polly was eight years old and her family lived on Long Island, with dramatic events in 1968 leading up to what she calls “The End of the World” and “The Beginning of the World,” in that order. The 2002 world is ordered by Maude’s arrival, but also by an alarming event. Water here is less the usual symbol of rebirth than of death. Two boating incidents a lifetime apart. Were they accidents, or something else? This being Montana, a river runs through the story. Ariel, a young woman the Schusters had hired as a sitter for their two children, has gone missing, kayaking on the Yellowstone River too early in the season, (The Yellowstone runs rough this time of year. Someone dying on the river was not unusual. It was easier when it was a tourist, but far too often it was a local, like Ariel.) she has vanished. Her riverine companion, Graham, a person of questionable character and veracity, survived. He is widely suspected of having a hand in Ariel’s fate, whatever that turns out to be. Was she the victim of simple misfortune, or something worse? Where is she? What about the man Polly had found dead on the beach back in 1968? What was the deal with that? There are other incidents involving water, including a woman who drowns, trapped underwater after an accident, a plane crashing into a lake, another body found on a beach, and a woman attempts suicide by walking into the sea. Polly’s great-grandmother Dee told her once that there were three kinds of dreams—not the passing filaments, the sorted trash from the day, but the ones that came back, over and over—about three kinds of things: wishes or desires, loss or being lost, and fear. All her life, Polly thought these categories felt true, and lately, they came to her in combination.What are memories, but the distilled media and emotional resonance of events we have experienced? Yet, our abilities as children to understand what those events are, or mean is far from complete, our ability to form coherent, accurate recollections remains incomplete. Thus, magical thinking. Three-year-old Polly believed that when people died they went somewhere else, disguised. So, when Jane and Merle moved to NYC she thought they were looking for her late grandfather and aunt. Four-year-old Helen, Polly’s daughter in 2002, looks under rocks for the missing Ariel, fearing she may have melted. Seven and eight-year-old Polly tries to make some sense of the bodies found on Long Island beaches in successive summers. Then tries to remember, from adulthood, with a damaged brain, what it was that had actually happened. There are plenty of identifiable links to the author’s life. Here are a few. Living in Montana is the most obvious. But other residences noted in the novel reflect Harrison’s experience as well. Her parents lived in Long Island when she was small, as did Polly’s. Both Harrison and her husband, and Polly and Ned moved from New York to Montana. When Harrison moved, she and her husband lived with well-known painter and writer, Russell Chatham, thus, perhaps a bit of inspiration for the painter character, Rita. Although, I expect her exposure to Chatham was a lot l less dramatic than Polly’s is to Rita. Born in the same year as Polly, Harrison grew up in an accomplished, artistic family. Her father, Jim Harrison, was the author of Legends of the Fall, among other works. A-list writers were part of her growing up experience. Papa reflects this, renowned for his study of story and culture, a Joseph Campbell sort. Livingston, MT, where Harrison lives, is, notoriously, home, at least part-time, to a host of Hollywood A-listers. Notorious because the wealthy Californians did an excellent job of bidding up the price of local land and housing, to the point that many locals who might want to stick around have been priced out. The western invaders are represented, at least somewhat, by Drake Aasgard, an actor of note, who employs Polly to screen scripts for him. Those good mothers, noted in the quote at the top, and the title of the book, are far from ubiquitous, and so, are special when they turn up. But it seemed to me that the title could, as easily, be referring to family, or even memory, as the center of everything. My only gripe about the book is that the mysteries seemed at times to drift maybe a bit too far back from the amazing description of the concrete lives of the central characters. Tap, tap, tap. This is all very interesting, but I want to know what happened to… There are mysteries to be solved, sans PI. Polly drifts out of reality at times, struggling to discern what is, or was real. The story is told both from adult Polly’s perspective and from her as a child. This is pulled off quite well, believable in both cases. Polly continues to struggle throughout. Some mysteries are resolved. Some questions remain, but the greatest strength of the novel, in addition to her celestial command of language, is Harrison’s vivid, detailed portrayal of an extended family, a community of the related and connected. Polly may be the lead, but this is an ensemble cast, with many interesting characters, who gain our attention in different ways. The rich detail Harrison offers gives very real texture to the characters’ lives. Both time settings are given close looks and we can see what the characters see, feel what they feel. There are characters aplenty striding through, many of whom would merit their own full-length tales. Papa and Dee’s household in the 60s was warm, raucous, and exciting. These people will certainly grab and hold your interest. There is magic aplenty in this book, and not in a fantasy way, although Polly does have some experiences that could easily have gone there. The Center of Everything is a triumph, evocative writing, wonderful characters, smart consideration of how story functions in the world, as well as in literature, a 3D-immersive portrayal of a family, and a few mysteries as well. This novel should be at the center of your reading plans this winter, if you can remember. Childhood is a green knot, hiding places and suspended time. It is the speed she can run through grass, the heat of the air, the fear of pissing her pants on the school bus, the difficulty of returning someone’s gaze, a bright object in the sand, the way a good moment can slide to bad. Review posted – January 29, 2021 Publication dates ----------January 12, 2021 - hardcover ----------January 18, 2022 - trade paperback [image] [image] [image] [image] I received a copy of this book from Counterpoint in exchange for an honest review. At least I think that was the deal. I can’t quite seem to recall. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, GR and FB pages Interviews -----Lithub - Jamie Harrison on Finding Her Way to the Writer’s Life in the American West by Thomas McGuane (an old family friend) -----David Abrams Books - My First Time: Jamie Harrison - for The Widow Nash, but some materials here are relevant Items of Interest -----Lapham’s Quarterly - Once Upon Time - the four oldest Fairy Tales [image] An image of it - Jamie says, in a facebook posting of this, “This is fun; I played around with these shifts in my new book.” One of the characters studies how stories change over eons, culture to culture. -----Wiki on Jim Harrison, Jaime’s father, renowned poet, and author of Legends of the Fall - he was a professor at Stony Brook University on Long Island in 1965-66 ...more |
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it was amazing
| “You sure you should be working around kids?” Jade asks. “Or even around, you know, living people?” “You sure you should be working around kids?” Jade asks. “Or even around, you know, living people?”-------------------------------------- “Can’t I just like horror because it’s great? Does there have to be some big explanation?”Before you sit down to read Stephen Graham Jones’s most recent novel (well, this week, anyway. The man produces King-ian, Asimov-ian volumes of work), My Heart is a Chainsaw, you might want to prepare a large bowl of popcorn, not that microwave crap, actual popcorn, kernels from a jar or bag into a pot with pre-heated oil, and a lid ready to pop over the top, to keep your kitchen floor from getting covered with flying bits. If you’re like me, there will be a second burner dedicated to melting a slab of butter. Once the popping stops, pour some or all of this heavenly treat into a large bowl. (Well it does not have to be too large as you are probably reading alone.) then drip the melted butter across the top, mix it up a bit. Open up a shaker of popcorn salt and apply. This calls for an oversize cold-drink for help in washing it down. It really should be a Friday or Saturday night. And why go to all this trouble for a book? Because Stephen Graham Jones is taking you to the movies. [image] Cutting edge author, Stephen Graham Jones, on his way to work – image from 5280 Magazine - Photo by Aaron Colussi You may or may not have been around in the 1970s, 80s, 90s, or some of the other decades noted here, but videos of the films made back then have been available for a long time and formed a major part of Jones’s cinematic education as a young person. His life was considerably enriched from seeing a lot of horror movies, slasher films in particular. He loves them. [image] Adrienne King as Alice Hardy in Friday the 13th – image from movieactors.com In this book, SGJ offers up an introductory class on the genre, or sub-genre. (Can’t say how closely it might mimic the course he taught on the subject in his day gig as a college professor. But I would love to see the syllabus for that.) in the form of chapters titled Slasher 101. These remind us, for example, that the slasher is always driven by revenge. His rage is not mindless. That there is usually a significant gap between the commission of the crime that is being avenged and the execution of that mission. That there is always a “final girl,” the purest of heart, who ultimately (usually) either escapes or bests the baddie, for the moment, anyway. In his 2015 novel, Aquarium, David Vann does something similar, calling attention to the structural girders being put in place as he places them, in his case for the literary novel form. Reads like these are always extra fun. [image] Courtney Cox as Gale Weathers - in Scream - image from Den of Geek As Jones walks us through the stages in a slasher film, he echoes the tropes in the novel through his lead, Jade Daniels, a damaged seventeen-year-old Native girl who has seen and caused a huge amount of trouble. She seems to be in conflict with the world more or less constantly, but she is not a bad kid. She does janitorial work for the county. She is smart, resourceful, and a huge fan of horror, particularly slasher films, toting with her Jones’s encyclopedic knowledge of the genre. She is maybe a bit too obsessed with this stuff. I mean, if your only tool is a hammer, every challenge begins to look like a nail. But what if you have, by pure chance, made yourself the perfect tool for this very prominent, thin piece of metal sticking straight up out of your town. A bloated tourist body floats to the top of the lake and blood starts flowing like the elevator at the Overlook. Jade knows, or at least thinks she knows, what’s coming. [image] JLC at Laurie Strode in Halloween - you don’t get to choose your family - image from Den of Geek She writes reports (the twelve Slasher 101 chapters) for a favorite teacher, one Mister Holmes (Grady, (which reminded me of Delbert Grady of The Shining fame) not Sherlock), each one explaining one or more of the tropes of horror films. Each trope is summoned into being in the real world, of course, making this very meta. Metafiction is a form of fiction which emphasises its own constructedness in a way that continually reminds the audience to be aware they are reading or viewing a fictional work. - definition from WikiJade lives in Proofrock, Idaho, proud possessor of several of the elements native to slasher flicks. Teenagers, of course. A lake (Indian Lake) with its own historical spook, Stacey Graves, bent on avenging wrongs done to her family, Stacey Stacey Stacey Gravesa camp on the lake with its own sanguinary history, and LOL name, Camp Blood, as least that’s what everyone in town calls it. Fifty years ago it earned that designation with extreme prejudice. [image] Robert Englund as Freddie Krueger – from Nightmare 3 - What a Rush! - image from Screen Rant There is not a lot going on in Proofrock, (which MUST BE a reference to T.S. Eliot’s first published poem, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which, according to Wiki, is a dramatic interior monologue of an urban man, stricken with feelings of isolation and an incapability for decisive action that is said "to epitomize frustration and impotence of the modern individual" and "represent thwarted desires and modern disillusionment.") Jade provides that inner take here. She certainly experiences isolation, and endures frustration and impotence, not to mention personal abuse. Jade is both wishing for the slasher to be real and for him not to be real. Great, if it is. You were right all along. Take a bow. On the other hand, you are likely to be killed. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. She is actually eager for the inevitable bloodbath to begin, finding this strangely exciting. Well, maybe not so strange for a kid with suicidal impulses. She’s got her reasons. [image] Jane Levy (yes, that Zoe) as Mia Allen in Evil Dead 2013 - Image from Screenrant Jade is a Cassandra (another slasher film trope) trying to tell everyone that dire days lie ahead, but no one believes her. The new wrinkle in Proofrock, Idaho is the arrival of The Founders, a group of billionaire families who managed to have some of the national forest on the other side of the lake made un-national, and have begun building an enclave, Terra Nova. Yachts and smuggler boats have begun to appear on the lake, homes are being erected. And the daughter of the alpha male of that crowd befriends Jade. Letha Mondragon (are we meant to think or Arthur Pendragon here?) fits right in with Jade’s narrative. She is the supreme final girl. In case you are unfamiliar with the term, it was coined by Carol J. Clover in 1992. The original meaning of "final girl", as described by Clover in 1992, is quite narrow. Clover studied slasher films from the 1970s and 1980s (which is considered the golden age of the genre) and defined the final girl as a female who is the sole survivor of the group of people (usually youths) who are chased by a villain, and who gets a final confrontation with the villain (whether she kills him herself or she is saved at the last minute by someone else, such as a police officer), and who has such a "privilege" because of her implied moral superiority (for example, she is the only one who refuses sex, drugs, or other such behaviors, unlike her friends). - from WikiThink Alice Hardy in Friday the 13th, Laurie Strode in Halloween, Nancy Thompson in A Nightmare on Elm Street and on and on and on. [image] Sigourney as Ripley in Alien – Get away from her, you bitch! - image from Yahoo! Entertainment The good-girl element of the final girl trope eased over time, offering more kick-ass than kiss-ass, with final girls like Ripley in the Alien series, or Jamie Lee Curtis sticking it to Jason in Halloween. Jade spots Letha as the final girl of the upcoming carnival of blood. She is a really good person, and an actual model, with unbelievable skin. She is athletic, morally strong, and seems to have been sent over from central casting. She is also unbelievably hot, and Jade has a bit of a crush on her. Nevertheless, Jade determines to do everything in her power to see to it that Letha has the weapons and knowledge she needs to go to battle in the inevitable final bloodbath, aka The Body Dump. [image] Marilyn Burns as Sally Hardesty in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - image from BitchMedia But we know, or at least suspect, since the slasher film story is usually told from the perspective of the final girl, that maybe Letha is not the one. I wanted to push back against the notion of the final girl being a supermodel, valedictorian, or babysitter. Since the 1970s, they’ve all been Jennifer Love Hewitt types. For many girls and women, that’s an impossible ideal. The book’s main character, Jade, has dealt with feelings of inadequacy her whole life. Also, most of the victims are rich and entitled white guys, not 17-year-old cheerleaders. - from the 5280 interviewThe mystery is who (or what) is perpetrating mayhem, and why. That satisfies the need, or, certainly, a desire, for a mystery. Slasher movie bloodlettings are acts of revenge. Ok. So, what is it that is being revenged, why, and by whom? The how is where movie directors and novelists get to come up with creative ways to pare back, sometimes waaaaay back, the character list. [image] Heather Langengkamp as Nancy Thompson in Friday the 13th - image from StopButton Jones always keeps an eye on social content, payload that arrives with the story. It, or at least some of it, usually has to do with Native people and their relationship with the white world in which they are embedded. Very real-world stuff. No Magic Indians need apply. The presenting issue here is gentrification, an invasion by the Uber-rich into a very working class area, upsetting everything, taking public land for private use, trying to buy their way into acceptance, while toting along a significant shortage of moral concern. There is also the existence of racist elements in the town and the Native people getting the lesser end of things economically. When people in Proofrock can direct their binoculars across the water to see how the rich and famous live, that’s only going to make them suddenly aware of how they’re not living, with their swayed-in fences, their roofs that should have been re-shingled two winters ago, their packed-dirt driveways, their last decade’s hemlines and shoulder pads, because fashion takes a while to make the climb to eight thousand feet.Secondary characters run a gamut. Some are cannon fodder, of course, but there is a nice collection of understandable town characters. Jade’s teacher, Holmes, is wonderfully understanding, and has plenty of quirk (and anger) to support it. The town sheriff is a remarkably sympatico sort, with a soft spot for Jade. He may not understand, or accept what she tells him (she is a Cassandra, after all, and there is the very real possibility that he might be hiding something) but he seems to be quite well-intentioned. Her father is a horror, and his bff may be even worse. There is sympathy for Jade in surprising places. They know something we do not. The Founders are mostly cardboard cutouts, which is fine. And then there is Letha (last name not Weapon). While presented as impossibly perfect, she is the one member of that clan given a closer look. Is she or isn’t she what Jade sees her to be, a paragon of final girlhood? [image] Jennifer Love Hewitt as Julie James in I Know What You Did Last Summer - image from ScreenRant Throughout the novel, there is a pervasive sense of humor. The quote at the top of the review is a prime example of that. There is more. Not sayin’ you’re gonna shoot your beverage of choice out your nose, but there is plenty here that will make you smile. ...if you don't have those staged resets, those laughs, then horror just becomes the flat screech, and that's no fun. - from the GQ interviewGRIPES Not much. The deus was messing with his ex, machina, a bit too much for my taste. I could not fathom why Jade was not more curious when a stranger’s cell phone falls into her hands. And I was not entirely thrilled with the last bit of the ending. But these are minor concerns. My Heart is a Chainsaw is both a jaw-dropping, brilliant homage to the slasher genre, and a bonafide member of the club. [image] Sharni Vinson as Erin Harson in You’re Next – image from Wicked Horror So, when you read this, takes notes, consider all that is going on. There will be a test. Pass/Fail. Pass, and you gain three college credits toward your degree. Fail? Well, trust me, you really, really do not want to fail. She’s everything Jade always wished she could have been, had she not grown up where she did, how she did, with who she did. Review first posted – August 27, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - August 31, 2021 ----------Trade paperback - March 29, 2022 I received an eARE of My Heart is a Chainsaw from Saga Press of Simon & Schuster in return for a fair review and some extra-strength fishing-hooks. Thanks to S&S, and to NetGalley for facilitating. [image] [image] [image] [image] ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I usually move it to the comments section directly below. [image] BUT, tonight, August 27, 2021, there has been another no-notice change made to GR posting rules, showing massive disrespect to those of us who post reviews. It would have been nice to have been heard on this before it was implemented. External links will no longer be allowed in comments. Are you kidding me? The main reason I have to use the comments section at all is that GR, also with zero notice, as noted above, reduced the allowable review text by 25%. Are they trying to drive out people like me? It sure feels like it. Doing this with no notice is extremely poor form. Color me bloody livid! Now, where's my chainsaw? It looks like we have found a solution to the ever-tightening GR restrictions. I have posted the entire review on my much-neglected personal site, Coot's Reviews. It has been dragged up out of the lake and is still, remarkably, ALIVE!!! ...more |
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| Junie rested her hiccuping head against Grandpa’s bony back as he pedaled on the bumpy road, wobbling and clanking. Across the thin fabric of his s Junie rested her hiccuping head against Grandpa’s bony back as he pedaled on the bumpy road, wobbling and clanking. Across the thin fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt and against Junie’s cheek, his ribs rose and fell with his breathing. She recognized that moment as the beginning and the end of something—though she was too young to say exactly what that something was. But she knew, without really knowing she did, that the gossamer threads we put out into the world turned into filaments, and filaments into tendrils, and that what people called destiny was really the outward contours of billions of these tendrils, as they exerted their tug on each of us.Swimming Back to Trout River is a story of connection and separation, of love and loss, of yearning and disappointment, of growing, striving, succeeding and failing. It is a story of enduring the worst of times, surviving an unquiet heart and a world in upheaval. We follow several characters as they cope with lives severely impacted by their experiences coming of age in China during the Cultural Revolution, a traumatic period that left as many as twenty million dead, and ruined millions more lives and careers. [image] Linda Rui Feng - image from her site Dawn was introduced to music early, when her grandfather received a piano from a Russian conductor, (a long-term loan) before Sino-Soviet relations soured. She wanted to be of use in the world, but her heart sought a different form of creativity. Her most vivid childhood memories were about music, and although they commanded attention, in the end they led nowhere. She remembered crouching on the floor under the piano as her grandfather played it above her. She was five, it was the year before her parents died…In her mind, she wasn’t just under the piano; it was more like she was wearing it as a cloak. Its vibrations enveloped her, echoed in her chest, and emanated down to her toes, claiming her, and she hugged her knees tight just to keep herself in place.There are further steps forward in her musical journey but when she is accepted to university, it is her intention to be an architect, do something practical, build things for the country. However, a chance to be in a school orchestra rekindles her musical flame. It is while she is at university that she becomes friends with Momo. He is smitten with her and is more than happy to have her teach him how to play the violin. But he is practical, an engineering student, seeing the world through the lens of math and physics. While they do not fully connect, there is a connection, a seed planted, and despite his eagerness to be a good party man, Momo continues to feel the need for music in him. Of course, the Red Guard was not happy with people having a love of music outside the sanctioned state product, at a time when enjoying any other music was considered very un-woke, and did their best to destroy alternate perspectives. After college, Momo is working as an engineer at a factory in northeast China when he meets Cassia, who is working as a dental assistant. A year later they are married. It is not long before they have a child, Junie, an otherwise healthy girl who is born with truncated lower limbs. We follow Momo from tales of his childhood in the 1940s and 50s, through university, from his fealty to the Party Line and belief in science to the exclusion of all else into a broader view of the world. We see his interest in music from his introduction by Dawn to his fanboy appreciation of a young virtuoso, long after and far away. We watch his affections, from his connection to Dawn through his love of Cassia to his love for his daughter, and growth as a parent. The story takes us into the mid-1980s, when Junie will turn twelve. We only get to see Junie as a child, being raised by her grandparents, not an unusual situation in 1980s China, managing her physical challenge, a curious, bright girl. It is one of the few disappointments of the book that we do not get more time with her, as she appears primarily at the beginning and a bit near the end of the story. She is a vibrant presence who deserved more pages. It is she who offers the most direct consideration of our attachment to place. Junie scooted over toward him on her knees, reached into the well-worn tub where his feet were planted, and poked at the gnarled sinews and bones in them.She also offers motivation for Momo, trying to weave his family back together again, and is a source of considerable emotional conflict for Cassia. In a way, it is the ties to Junie, direct or otherwise, that impel the other main characters to want to swim back to Trout River. Both of Junie’s parents pursue opportunities in the United States, Cassia working in San Francisco, Momo pursuing a doctorate somewhere in the middle of the country. Momo writes home to tell Junie that he plans for them to all be together for her 12th birthday, in a year and half. But he does not tell her that he and Cassia have become estranged. So, a high bar. In addition to the moving stories of the main characters, there is much thematic content in this book. Feng offers a notion of connectivity that morphs into something larger. The filaments, the tendrils of the passage quoted at the top of this review form a mat of destiny. There are plenty more, some a bit dark: …because of what happened to her the previous year in Beijing, Cassia understood that what set human events in motion were the most ethereal of tendrils, a kind of machinery no less powerful for its lack of discernible shape.There is much on water as well, serving diverse needs, including as a connecting, unifying medium. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she mumbled between spasms of breath. “I want to stay here with you and Grandma, even when you are old, forever and ever—”Cassia reacts to the Bay area climate as a source of comfort, maybe a way to stay hidden. To Cassia the fog had an inviting, tactile quality. Being in its midst must be like being embraced by the most benign form of water, because you could be immersed in it without drowning.In the Pen America interview Feng says: Though I didn’t always grow up near bodies of water, in my writing I find myself drawn to rivers and coasts, probably because they gesture toward circulation and connectivity, and yet also have unique moods when observed on the time scale of days, years, decades, and even centuries.In an interview with LitHub, asked to summarize her book, Feng replied, How to improvise a life. The fluidity of where we call home. The resilience of the imagination. How the titanic forces of history precipitate in smaller, more recessive lives. She offers a vibrant look at what it means to be a Chinese immigrant in the USA, whether in an above-board visa-holding status, or as a defector, a student, or a menial laborer. What I hope to show with characters like Momo is that the experience of emigration, however hopeful, involves a kind of sundering, a giving up of people and things that otherwise sustain them. And because much of what they give up—the fabric of an extended family, rootedness to a place, an honest narrative of one’s own past—are wholly invisible, they often find it hard to articulate the shapes of these more wayward forms of grief. - from the Pen America interviewGripes are few for this one. More screen time for Junie is the largest. There is a twist near the end that I thought was unnecessary. Those who have read the book will know what I am referring to. This is a beautiful, lyrical novel. There is a richness of language here that will reward patient, gently-paced reading. It will surprise no one, given the artistry of language and the power of imagery in the novel, that Linda Rui Feng is, in addition to being a novelist, a published poet. She is a writer of short fiction as well. A cultural historian, teaching undergraduate and graduate students at the University of Toronto, she offers a look at personal ways in which the Cultural Revolution impacts her characters. In Swimming Back to Trout River, Feng has given us characters who have been shaped by the tumultuous era in which they came of age. They struggle with issues of love, of career, of terrible loss, grief, and of a desire for roots while being uprooted. Their stories are moving, and the trials to which some of them have been subjected are enraging. Thankfully, you will not have to paddle upstream to give this one a look. Swimming Back to Trout River is a dip worth taking. …this morning, while driving the last stretch of road with a storm gathering, I thought: Is it possible that grief too is like music? Maybe once grief begins, you cannot simply cut it off. Rather you have to let it run its course the way an aria comes to its last note. You cannot stop grief in its tracks any more than you can cut off the aria at just any point you deem convenient. Review first posted – May 14, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hardcover – May 11, 2021 ----------Trade paperback - May 17, 2022 I received an e-galley from Simon & Schuster via NetGalley in return for an honest review. =============================EXTRA STUFF The author’s personal and GR pages Interviews -----Pen America - The PEN Ten: An Interview with Linda Rui Feng by Viviane Eng – definitely check this one out -----Literary Hub - Lit Hub Asks: 5 Authors, 7 Questions, No Wrong Answers Items of Interest -----A list of Feng’s publications -----Wiki on China’s Cultural Revolution Songs/Music ----- André Rieu plays Shostakovich - Gadfly Violin Concerto -----Maria Callasa singing Puccini - O mio babbino caro -----USSR Symphony Orchestra – conducted byt Yevgeny Svetlanov - Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov - Scheherazade: The Sea and Sinbad's Ship [Part 1/4] ...more |
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| “When we arrested her, she was covered in blood—it was all over her body, in her hair—so when you come to the station, you should bring a change of “When we arrested her, she was covered in blood—it was all over her body, in her hair—so when you come to the station, you should bring a change of clothes.…there are no visible wounds on Penny. But the victim was found deceased at the scene, and we believe it’s the victim’s blood on your daughter’s body.”It certainly is. A bucket of ammonia, boats and water, a book with a blue cover. What do they all mean? The clues keep popping up, from different voices throughout the novel. Of course, the voices, however diverse they may be, all reside inside one body. Penny Francone is afflicted (or is it protected?) by a mental health condition now known as DID, or Dissociative Identity Disorder, what we used to call Multiple Personality Disorder. People with this are seen today as a single, splintered personality, rather than separate entire personalities vying for literal face time. [image] DJ Palmer, or Daniel Palmer or son of Michael Palmer - From Judith D. Collins Consulting We are presented straight away with a particularly tough scenario. It was sixteen-year-old Penny’s birth mother, Rachel, a woman with a checkered past, who was brutally murdered. Penny had been found, unaccompanied, in a city park when she was four years old. Birth mother and daughter had recently reestablished contact, and Penny had gone to b-mom’s place to meet. Penny was found next to the body, covered in blood, holding the murder weapon. Did Penny kill her mother? Looks pretty open and shut. But perhaps it was one of her alters, Eve, maybe, or Ruby, or Chloe, or even some other, as yet undiscovered, alter. But the question remains. Is Penny a supremely gifted liar, fooling everyone, and truly guilty of slaughtering the woman who had cruelly abandoned her, or is there something else going on? Grace Francone is terrified for her child. DID is not a fully recognized condition, and there is a strong likelihood that her teenager will spend the rest of her life in prison, for a crime she apparently cannot recall committing. She is currently being held in a less than cushy state institution, largely a grim custodial service for the criminally insane. Penny’s eighteen-year-old brother, Jack, serving the needs of exposition, is planning to make a documentary about his sister. We get his intermittent second-person commentary, as if he is telling Penny about his plans. Your shrink at Edgewater was a guy named Dr. Dennis Palumbo, who we all despised. Well, maybe all but Ryan, because Palumbo thought the same thing he did: that you didn’t have DID. According to Palumbo, DID wasn’t even a real condition, and didn’t belong in the DSM…It’s thought that DID is just a variant of a borderline personality disorder, or in your case an antisocial personality disorder, and that the appearance of your alters is akin to fantasy play rather than a verifiable neurological state. In short, Palumbo thought you were an expert liar.Thankfully, Palumbo (The name of this character, BTW, was sold at auction to raise money for The Evelyn Swierczynski Foundation. There is a real-world writer/psychologist named Dr. Dennis Palumbo out there.) is replaced with a different shrink, someone with a more open mind, Dr. Mitchell Hughes, a guy with issues of his own, (does there exist a shrink with none?) but an eagerness to learn the truth about his patient. In order for Penny to avoid becoming a permanent resident of a penal institution, she will need support for her not-guilty-by-reason-of-insanity plea with an official DID diagnosis. Doc Mitch is skeptical, but willing to look at the facts. He and Grace form a team trying to ferret out the truth, and give Penny at least a fighting chance. Most mysteries entail sleuthing in the concrete world, and there is plenty of that here, for sure, but this Doctor Holmes and Ms. Watson must do a lot of their work inside the world of Penny’s personalities. It is far from elementary. This was a bit of a change for DJ Palmer. This was the hardest book I’ve ever attempted. There were so many moving parts and for my first ever mystery (mostly I do crawl out from a hole thrillers, not murder mysteries with clues peppered throughout). - from the Judith D. Collins interviewAnd nicely done too. It is the author’s third novel under this name. Saving Meghan came out in 2019 and The New Husband was published in 2020. But DJ Palmer is an alter, of a sort, for Daniel Palmer. He is the son of physician and noted author of medical thrillers, Michael Palmer. Daniel even wrote some books that were published under Michael’s name (“with Daniel Palmer”) after his father died. His books as Daniel tended toward the technological thriller sort, building on his years working in the tech industry, while those written as DJ tend more towards the familial and medical. Saving Meghan, for example, is about Munchausen’s by Proxy. When I switched from writing as Daniel Palmer to writing as DJ Palmer, my themes changed along with my name. The DJ books delve more into family drama and psychological suspense. - from The Nerd Daily interviewAs such, DJ can step back from the ready-set-flee that permeates so many thrillers and look at the family dynamics at play. Loyalty, for example, comes in for some attention. Grace is fiercely loyal to and protective of Penny, and her brother, Jack, is on her side as well, but big brother Ryan is more hostile than helpful. A question is raised as to where Penny’s loyalties lie regarding her birth mother. The story is presented through several non-DID points of view. We see most through Grace, as she girds for battle, and enters the fray. Jack offers some exposition in his once-removed take, as he addresses Penny, as if writing letters to her. Finally, there is Doctor Mitch, who offers us medical expertise, and the step-by-step of exploring a very strange terrain. Palmer offers not just a medical take on DID, but shows how it impacts in personal, family, legal, and medical ways, and how easily it can be misdiagnosed. He does a great job of showing how DID affects not only how her family relates to Penny, but how the world does. There are serious legal implications for her if the people in a position to decide her future deny the existence of the DID diagnosis entirely. In that case, it is off to jail forever. Life over. In addition, Grace having to take on the out-of-pocket legal costs and spend her time working on the case instead of at the family business (a pizzeria based on Palmer’s experience with owning a small restaurant) has serious implications for the family’s financial welfare, and stress level. It certainly turns on its head the supposed legal presupposition of innocent until proven guilty and shows how families of the accused are punished along with those charged with a crime. A dismissive diagnosis can destroy a life, but also cause collateral damage to all those connected to it. One of Palmer’s aims in the book was to dispel myths about the DID condition. He certainly changed my perception. The action continues apace, as clues are found, investigated and incorporated or dismissed. This is a very readable, engaging thriller-mystery. But every now and then there are passages that made me break out into smiles. On that bleak afternoon, Lucky Dog looked anything but. The dark interior had the ambience of a power outage… Four of the nine stools at the dark varnished wood bar were occupied by beefy men, who put the dive in dive bar… Behind the bar stood stacks of bottles that looked sticky even from a distance. The air reeked of booze and cleaners, overlaid by a whiff of desperation.Just gotta love that. DJ Palmer has integrated multiple elements, of medical mystery, suspense, family drama, and high-tension-watch-your-back thriller, into an engaging, white-knuckle read. Polly-Eve-Chloe-Ruby Francone may not be the ideal progeny, but The Perfect Daughter is a perfectly fabulous read. Set aside as many hours as it takes. You owe it to your self. “Dr. Cross, who gave us the DID diagnosis, said that we all start out with multiple personalities when we’re young. Is that something you believe?” Review posted – April 30, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - April 20, 2021 ----------Trade paperback - April 5, 2022 [image] [image] [image] [image] This review has been cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, other personal, Twitter, Instagram and FB pages Interviews -----The Nerd Daily - Q&A: D.J. Palmer, Author of ‘The New Husband’ -----Three Good Things - D.J. Palmer and Lisa Unger - chatty, offers a feel for the author, but is not particularly informative -----The Poisoned Pen Bookstore - DJ Palmer in Conversation with Lee Child - This is a really good one -----Judith D. Collins Consulting - Q & A with D. J. Palmer - there is a fair bit here Items of Interest -----The Perfect Daughter Discussion Guide -----American Psychiatric Association - What Are Dissociative Disorders? ----- American Documentary - Busy Inside - the film is a documentary about people with Dissociative Identity Disorder – this link takes you to the film’s site, but not to the film itself The following emerged from some inner rhymester CLUES Boats and water figure large, a book with a blue cover, A bucket of ammonia, And meanings to discover Ruby, Chloe, Eve, and Penny, We’re not sure, in truth, how many, Did an alter kill her mother Or could it be it’s someone other? Tough to question any one So quickly are they here and gone. But answers lie behind those screens All is rarely what it seems. ...more |
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| A town like this feels so safe and apart from the outside world. You start to wonder if it’s dangerous.” A town like this feels so safe and apart from the outside world. You start to wonder if it’s dangerous.”-------------------------------------- “These are my obsessions,” Paula McLain said. “How do we survive the unsurvivable? How do we climb off the table as a victim? How did we get there in the first place?” - from the NY Times Personal articleSan Francisco Detective Anna Louise Hart has problems of her own. Something terrible has happened to her child. Her husband is not eager to see her. Needing to get away, she heads north to a place she sees as a refuge of sorts, Mendocino, the place where, after a succession of bad experiences, she had finally been taken in as a foster by a warm, supportive couple. Memories abound, marked by the presence of an enigmatic sculpture in the middle of town. Above the roofline of the Masonic Hall and against a gauzy sky, the figures of Time and the Maiden stand sharp and white, the most iconic thing in the village. A bearded, elderly figure with wings and a scythe, braiding the hair of a girl standing before him. Her head bowed over a book resting on a broken column, an acacia branch in one of her hands, an urn in the other, and an hourglass near her feet—each object an enigmatic symbol in a larger puzzle. The whole carving like a mystery in plain sight. [image] Time and the Maiden - image from Serendipity Patchwork Almost immediately I knew the story had to be set in Mendocino—a small coastal town in Northern California where I spent time in my twenties—and that the time frame of the narrative had to be pre-DNA, pre-cellphone, before the Internet had exploded and CSI had lay people thinking they could solve a murder with their laptop. - from the Author’s NoteHart’s work in San Francisco had centered on finding lost children. She was in a special unit for this. It’s the sort of work that leads one to sacrifice other aspects of one’s life. I pictured a missing persons expert obsessed with trying to save a missing girl and also struggling to make peace with her past. And straight away, after renting an off-the-grid cabin several miles outside of town, reconnecting with an old friend who is now the sheriff, saying Hi to some other folks and places from her days there as a kid, a local girl, the daughter of a famous actress, vanishes. Having some expertise in the field, Anna offers to help, and the game is afoot. [image] Paula McLain - image from Writers Write …when she started digging into the research, she realized that there had been real-life abductions in California at that time — including the kidnapping of 12-year-old Polly Klaas from her Petaluma bedroom. McLain weaves Klaas’s tragic story into the novel, reminding the reader of yet another young woman who never had a chance to shine. - from the NY Times Personal interviewIn addition to Polly, McLain incorporated into her story several real-world disappeared girls, as points of reference. She does not go into their characters much beyond rough descriptions. But this does let us know that the fictional tale she presents has a very real flesh-and-blood basis, the time she portrays presenting more peril than usual. And she does not stop there in paralleling the real and the created. Sexual abuse of children is a focus, as is coping with being in the foster care system. These are experiences with which McLain is painfully familiar. In the Times article noted in EXTRA STUFF, Why I Took a Vow of Celibacy, she writes about her abuse as a foster kid. Some nights nothing happened. Other nights I would wake to a shape in the doorway, the husband’s inky silhouette. And then I would disappear inside myself, barely breathing, frozen. I vanished so expertly that I wasn’t actually in my body any longer as he peeled me away from my sister. I didn’t make a sound.It would have been easy to make this a total downer of a story, but McLain points out some of the bright sides as well. Anna recalls with great love the supportive foster family she had lived with in Mendocino, and shows how a community can come together to try to help each other, in this case reflecting the real-world effort made to find Polly Klaas when she was abducted. McLain’s descriptions border on the transcendental at times, both lyrically beautiful, and evocative of underlying story content. They reminded me of the poetic magnificence (as well as the issues taken on) of Rene Denfeld. So, it seemed fitting that in the acknowledgments, Denfeld is listed among authors whose work inspired her. Above the cloud line, an eerie yellow sphere is rising. It’s the moon, gigantic and overstuffed, the color of lemonade. I can’t stop watching it roll higher and higher, saturated with brightness, like a wound. Or like a door lit entirely by pain.Uh oh. The eeriness of the environment resonates throughout the novel, but it is also clear that Anna has an appreciation for nature, a feeling of connection, gaining a sense of comfort from it, even though it can seem very dark at times. Firs and pines and Sitka spruce thicken around me, pushing in from all directions, black-tipped fairy-tale trees that knit shadows out of nothing, night out of day—as if they’ve stolen all the light and hidden it somewhere. God, but I’ve missed them.And building on nature’s challenge, she sees hope in people’s ability to contend with extreme and persistent difficulties. “Krummholz” is the word for this kind of vegetation I remember from one of Hap’s [her beloved foster father] lessons, a German term that means “bent wood.” Over many decades, hard weather has sculpted the trees into grotesque shapes. The salt-rich north wind kills the tips of the branches, forcing them to dip and twist, swooping toward the ground instead of the sky. They’re a living diagram of adaptation, of nature’s intelligence and resilience. They shouldn’t be able to keep growing this way, and yet they do.She adds some lovely noir content and cadences, the sort one might expect from a female continental op, substituting a chemical solution for the usual flask, or lower desk drawer fifth. I zipped myself into a dress I couldn’t feel, so high on Ativan it could have been made of knives. Fairy tales come in for several mentions, not in a comforting way. There be monsters here. [image] Maps from the book The story is intriguing and keeps one eager to read more. What happened with Cameron, the primary missing girl, an adoptee? Was she abducted? Had she been lured away? Had she been abused? Given the number of girls gone missing, is there a serial killer working the area? Clues are followed, each bit leading to new suspicions, whether dead-ending or propelling the investigation. There is tension between the investigating partners, as one might expect. The book clicks along at a good pace, and delivers the goods. There were some elements that interfered at times, though. Anna comes on a seemingly stray pooch who becomes a valued ally. Except it seemed that the dog was in and out, here, then not here, as if the notion of a canine companion appealed (the dog is given the name of McLain’s real-life furry friend), but did not seem fully integrated into the story. More a device than a character. In another instance Anna is going about the business of investigating a possible abduction or worse, with several local suspects, and this San Francisco detective is NOT PACKING! This is like the monster movie scene in which the small child runs back toward the room where the creature was last seen to retrieve a cherished stuffy. Really? If you’re gonna do that, at least offer up a satisfactory preparatory explanation. Did I miss this somewhere? A flashlight goes dark at a critical moment – puh-leez! And a character appears at a particularly opportune moment to offer crucial assistance. Sure, whatever. But don’t let the occasional eye-roll distract from the overall wonderfulness of the book. In addition to keeping your blood pressure at an unhealthy level, McLain offers up some real-world payload in educating us about the plague of sexual abuse of children, particularly the potential perils of foster care, and how the afflicted are damaged in more than just physical ways. She points out the sometimes complex nature of abductions, and how pain can travel down through generations. You will never think of the bat signal the same way again. The stars may certainly go dark for those on the receiving end of these societal horrors, but in both keeping us entranced and filling us with new intel and perspectives, Paula McLain shines very brightly indeed. You know, we don’t always understand what we’re living inside of, or how it will matter. We can guess all we want and prepare, too, but we never know how it’s going to turn out. Review posted – April 9, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - April 13, 2021 ----------Trade paperback - April 5, 2022 I received a digital ARE from Ballantine Books through NetGalley in return for an honest review. [image] [image] [image] [image] This review has been cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, FB, and Instagram pages From the bio on McLain’s site: Paula McLain was born in Fresno, California in 1965. After being abandoned by both parents, she and her two sisters became wards of the California Court System, moving in and out of various foster homes for the next fourteen years. When she aged out of the system, she supported herself by working as a nurses aid in a convalescent hospital, a pizza delivery girl, an auto-plant worker, a cocktail waitress–before discovering she could (and very much wanted to) write. She received her MFA in poetry from the University of Michigan in 1996. She is the author of The Paris Wife…an international bestseller…She is also the author of two collections of poetry; a memoir, Like Family, Growing up in Other People’s Houses; and a first novel, A Ticket to Ride. She lives with her family in Cleveland.Interview -----NY Times – April 3, 2021 - Paula McLain Wrote a Thriller — and This Time, It’s Personal by Elisabeth Egan Items of Interest from the author ----- There is a list of links to other writing on her site -----NY Times – 3/12/2021 - Why I Took a Vow of Celibacy Items of Interest -----Book Club Kit -----Rainer Maria Rilke - I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone - A line from this poem turns up in Chapter 22 -----The Reid Technique - of police interrogation -noted in Chapter 24 -----The Polly Klaas Foundation Songs/Music -----Bob Seger - Against the Wind - In chapter 34, Anna hears this on her car radio -----The Little Mermaid - Under the Sea referenced in chapter 46 ...more |
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| Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Ha Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell out with one another. - the opening of The Iliad by Homer------------------------------------ I’m not sure I could have made it more obvious, but he hasn’t understood at all. I’m not offering him the story of one woman during the Trojan War, I’m offering him the story of all the women in the war. Well, most of them (I haven’t decided about Helen yet. She gets on my nerves.).Calliope, Homer’s presumed muse, keeps trying to get him to tell the broader tale, not just the one about the men and their battles and intrigues. But he insists on a singular, male-oriented view of the Troy story (Ilios is Greek for Troy). That is the only one we have gotten, well, from him, anyway. Other classical writers have offered some different perspectives, Euripedes in particular. [image] Natalie Haynes - Image from her site - photo credit: Dan Mersh We have all read it, (you did do the assigned reading in school right?) or certainly at least heard about it. The Iliad, by Homer, is the most widely read epic poem ever. The action centers on the leaders and the combatants, with a healthy dose of less-than-divine gods and goddesses, and adventure aplenty. It is rather light, though, on the stories about the impact of this lengthy war on women. Whudduwe? Chopped livah? So, Natalie Haynes offers a retelling of the story of Troy from the perspective of its female characters, the story she imagines Calliope might have been pressing on her reluctant client. And the Odyssey as well, as we trail Odysseus through some of his dodgy travails. The drama of war is not always found on the battlefield. It’s in the build-up, the aftermath, the margins. Where the women are waiting. - Haynes – from The Observer articleBeware Greeks bearing gifts. [image] Trojan Horse - image from ThoughtCo.com Just like today, the lives of regular people in Greek mythology are made miserable by the feckless, selfish, ignorant actions of the people in charge. And those on high are not shy about using others, other gods, lower-level gods, demi-gods, and mere mortals to implement their dark desires. For example, Gaia, mother of Titans (take that, Daenerys) is maybe a bit more like Joan Crawford (Earth-Mommy dearest?) in this telling, or a very unhappy landlady. (banging on the ceiling with a broom handle?) Mankind was just so impossibly heavy. There were so many of them and they showed no sign of halting their endless reproduction. Stop, she wanted to cry out, please stop. You cannot all fit on the space between the oceans…you must stop, so that I can rest beneath your ever-increasing weight.Zeusy, Sweetie, can you help me out here? And what better way to take off a bit of excess earthly poundage than a lengthy and particularly bloody war. Sure, Gai, no prob. And thus, with the eager assistance of a cast of the greedy, prideful, bloodthirsty, short-sighted, dumb, and just plain foolish, we get a decade-long war, short on forward movement but long on casualties, and stories. [image] Cassandra in front of the burning city of Troy - by Evelyn De Morgan – from Wikimedia We follow a cast of mostly female characters as they endure or succumb to the horrors of war, politics and religion. Hecabe, Priam’s widow is a central core among the captive wives and daughters of the defeated Trojans, holding the group together as they ponder and plan for their fates in the hands of their captors. They cope with their treatment by the Greek victors. Some names will be familiar. Others, less so. You have probably heard of Cassandra. And certainly you know of Hector, but not his widow Andromache. They face moral choices no less than their y-chromosome counterparts. When and how to resist, when and how to go along. Finding ways to seek justice, revenge, or freedom. Banding together. Even the hated Helen is given a turn. Their lives, and deaths are no less heroic, despite a lower body count. [image] Penthesilea - image from Total War Saga: Troy Non-Trojan women get a perspective as well. You may have heard of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, but maybe not of Penthesilea, an amazing Amazonian character, Xena, or Wonder Woman, sans the tech. Leading her force into battle, looking to take on Achilles himself. You go, girl. Clytemnestra, wife of Agamemnon, gets some recognition for the atrocities she has endured, not just the one for which she has received a dark reputation. [image] Penelope - image from The Arts Desk – painting by John William Waterhouse Penelope tells Odysseus’s story via letters, having heard of his doings from local bards, who clearly get great reception on their muse-links. So, Ody, the war’s over, dinner is getting cold, your son would like to meet you, what time do you think you’ll be home? There are several Penelope chapters, written as letters to her MIA hubs. Pretty funny stuff, looking at the adventures of Odysseus from the perspective of the ones left behind. Oh, so after you poked out the Polyphemus’s one eye and were sailing off into the distance, you felt it necessary to tell him your real name? Just what the hell is wrong with you? You knew that Poseidon was his father, right? Hope you enjoy that curse he dumped on you. Well, no wonder you got blown off course. How old are you?…Really, you took a side trip to Hades? What were you thinking? Shacked up with Circe for a year and that Orygian home-wrecker Calypso for seven FU@#ING YEARS!!! My patience is running a wee bit thin, husband. Her exasperation really comes through. You were wedded to fame more than you were ever wedded to me. And certainly, your relationship with your own glory has been unceasing.The men do not come off well, overall, Achilles is not just the greatest warrior who ever lived, but a feckless murder machine who sees no difference between taking on Trojan warriors on the battlefield and mowing down unarmed old men, women, and children from his horse. His bf, Patroclus, thinks a high body count is all that matters, regardless of type. Agamemnon, nominal leader of the Greek coalition army, is venal, pathetic, entitled and cowardly. Can he be impeached? Really, you are willing to slaughter one of your kids to get a fair wind for your ships just because some priest tells you so? Really? Dude, you deserve what you get. What kind of man wore a bronze breastplate and a plumed helmet to return home? One who believed that his power was seated in his costume, she supposed. The red leather of his scabbard was very fine, studded with gold flecks. She did not recognize it, and realized this must be part of his share of the fabled wealth of Troy. To have killed her child for a decorated bit of animal skin. She could feel the contempt shaping her mouth into a sneer, and stopped herself. Now was not the time to lose control. That would happen later.The gods are portrayed as their usual awful selves, which is no surprise. Power corrupts, and, apparently, makes you really stupid, too. While most of the women come to a bad end. This is not a spoiler, because you read the book, right? But some get in a few licks of their own, and a few even escape. [image] Detail of painting The Muses Urania and Calliope by Simon Vouet, in which she holds a copy of the Odyssey - image from Wikimedia There are many lessons from The Iliad that still pertain thousands of years after its writing. Antenor telling those in charge that the Trojan horse might, just possibly, be a ploy, and Cassandra cursed with knowing what lies ahead but never being acknowledged might, just possibly, remind some of the Trump administration’s response to the Covid crisis. And a Trojan willing to open the gates for an invading horde might certainly resonate with corrupt American legislators offering tours and even directions to a Capitol-invading mob in 2021. The classics are classic for a reason [image] Clytemnestra and Agamemnon - Pierre-Narcisse Guerin (1774-1833) - Image from Greek Legends and Myths To see or hear Haynes speak is to be instantly charmed, and better, educated and entertained. She is a gifted lecturer, bringing to her talks all the effervescence, delight, and enthusiasm she clearly brings to her fiction. She is an amazing writer, bringing the ancients to life for us in the 21st century. And her decade-plus career as a stand-up comedian clearly informs her work. While not LOL-funny here, her portrayal of Penelope’s remarkable forbearance certainly has a sharp comedic edge. Overall, Haynes has given voice to a side of the Trojan War that has been much overlooked. A Thousand Ships deserves to get millions of readers. It’s smart, entertaining take on a classic story is a new classic, all its own. A war does not ignore the lives of half the people it touches. So why do we? Review posted – January 22, 2021 Publication dates ---------- May 2nd 2019 by Mantle (UK) -----------January 26, 2021 – Harper (USA) =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and Instagram pages Interviews -----NPR - The Trojan Women — And Many More — Speak Up In 'A Thousand Ships' by Lulu Garcia-Navarro -----Books on the Go - Ep 78: Interview with Natalie Haynes, 'A Thousand Ships' - with Anna Bailliekaras - audio – 36:43 -----The Guardian - Standups on why they quit comedy: 'I have nightmares about having to do it again' by Brian Logan – Haynes is one of several stand up comedians who talk about why they got out -----Salon London - In conversation with ‘the Nation’s Great Muse’: Natalie Haynes - video – 1:04:13 -----Harrogate Literature Festival – mostly on Pandora’s Jar rather than A Thousand Ships, but wonderfully entertaining, and some outstanding and surprising information about Helen -----The Guardian - Standups on why they quit comedy: 'I have nightmares about having to do it again' by Brian Logan – Haynes is one of several stand-up comedians who talk about why they got out Items of Interest - by the author -----Natalie Haynes: Troy Story - A. G. Leventis WCN Ancient Worlds Study Day 2019 You must watch this. You will not be sorry -----Natalie Haynes Stands Up for the Classics - BBC Radio 4 - A lecture series by Haynes - audio -----The Observer - Helen of Troy: the Greek epics are not just about war – they’re about women -----Decline and fall: what Donald Trump can learn from the Roman emperors -----Troy Story - Heroes Gods and Amazons! Items of Interest ----- Where Does the Phrase "Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts" Come From? By N.S. Gill -----wiki on Calliope -----wiki on Clytemnestra -----Homer (no, wiseguy, not the one from The Simpsons) - The Iliad - full-text from Gutenberg ...more |
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| …a few minutes later in the car, he found the first of the messages. It had been forwarded from the contact form on his own author website (Thanks …a few minutes later in the car, he found the first of the messages. It had been forwarded from the contact form on his own author website (Thanks for visiting my page! Have a question or a comment about my work? Please use the form!) just around the time as he was about to go on the air with local Seattle institution Randy Johnson, and it had already been sitting there in his own email in-box for about ninety radioactive minutes. Reading it now made every good thing of that morning, not to speak of the last year of Jake’s life, instantly fall from him and land in a horrible, reverberating crack. Its horrifying email address was TalentedTom@gmail.com, and though the message was brevity itself at a mere four words, it still managed to get its point across. You are a thief, it said.Buckle up. Jacob Finch Bonner (Jake) had some early success as a writer. His novel, The Invention of Wonder, received critical acclaim, the New York Times including it in its list of New and Noteworthy books. But it has been a while since that critical (if not commercial) triumph. A story collection was largely ignored and then there was, well, nada. Jake teaches at Ripley University in northern Vermont. It is not writer’s block Jake suffers, it is more like Writer’s-Great-Wall-of-China. He teaches creative writing, endures the continual delights of academia politics, and lives, literally, on Poverty Lane. But then Evan Parker happens. [image] Jean Hanff Korelitz - image from her site - Photo: Michael Avedon An incoming student, Evan is convinced that he has a perfect plot for a novel. He is insufferable, arrogant, condescending, and clearly thinks that Jake cannot really teach him anything. He does not want to tell anyone the specifics of his work, just get a degree, educational cred, and some connections, figuring that is all he will need. But a time comes when he does share with Jake the arc and some detail of his novel. Turns out Evan was right. A few years later Ripley has down-sized, and Jake is working at a proprietary artist colony. All he had ever wanted was to tell—in the best possible words, arranged in the best possible order—the stories inside him. He had been more than willing to do the apprenticeship and the work. He had been humble with his teachers and respectful of his peers. He had acceded to the editorial notes of his agent (when he’d had one) and bowed to the red pencil of his editor (when he’d had one) without complaint. He had supported the other writers he’d known and admired (even the ones he hadn’t particularly admired) by attending their readings and actually purchasing their books (in hardcover! at independent bookstores!) and he had acquitted himself as the best teacher, mentor, cheerleader, and editor that he’d known how to be, despite the (to be frank) utter hopelessness of most of the writing he was given to work with. And where had he arrived, for all of that? He was a deck attendant on the Titanic, moving the chairs around with fifteen ungifted prose writers while somehow persuading them that additional work would help them improve.But when Jake learns that Evan Parker has died, and that his magnum opus appears to have never been published, he makes a decision, backing it up with large volumes of excuse-making and a cyclotronic level of self-justifying spin. Three years later he is on his long-dreamed-of book tour, promoting his hugely successful novel, Crib. He still carries guilt and paranoia about being found out. The guilt he manages (Mr. Bonner, when it pops up, take two excuses in a large glass of entitlement and call me in the morning), but I guess you can’t be too paranoid. Then the message. This is where the book kicks into high gear. Who is #Talented Tom, how much does he know, what can he prove, what does he want, and what will he do? Is this blackmail? I was reminded of a classic story of guilt and crime. ...at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound –much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. from Edgar Allen Poe’s The Tell-Tale HeartAn e-mailed threat was not the only thing he left Seattle with. Anna Williams, a fan, the producer at the Randy Johnson show at KBIK, who had arranged for Jake to do the interview, chats him up afterwards. They have a coffee, stay in touch even when he returns to New York, and their connection soon become a thing. The messages do not stop. but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore!- EAPWe ride along as Jake deals with his publisher, his agent, his fans, and his peers. There is a lot of support for him in the community, as most presume it is just a nutter harassing him in search of a lawyer-enhanced payday. But Jake knows this is no gold-digging faker. Yet he still feels it necessary to keep this from Anna for a long time, even after they are living together. Just how dangerous is TalentedTom? I seem to be attracted to sociopathic male antagonists. I also appear to like college campuses. - from the Scoundrel Time interviewThe engine shifts into overdrive when Jake decides to stop playing defense and begins doing some serious research to identify his tormentor, and learns that his may not be the only theft related to Evan’s plot. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! - EAPIn addition to Poe, I was reminded of another book-stealing novel of recent vintage, A Ladder to the Sky, with a much more flagrant, and feckless thief. In this one Korelitz drives us through Jake’s excuses and makes us consider just where fair use ends and theft begins. As one might expect there is a lot in here about writing. Where do you get your ideas? an eternal question, the struggle to create. Coping with a book tour, difficult questions, redundant questions, ignorant interviewers. As this is Korelitz’s seventh published novel, and I am sure she has motored the book tour circuit a time or six, I expect this is the product of experience. As is her take on campus life, coping with students, and the horrors of faculty politics. Not to mention a writer’s inner turmoil. The Plot may seem a little hard on writers, but that shouldn’t surprise anyone; we’re hard on ourselves. In fact, you couldn’t hope to meet a more self-flagellating bunch of creatives anywhere. At the end of the day, though, we are the lucky ones. First, because we get to work with language, and language is thrilling. Second, because we love stories and we get to frolic in them. Begged, borrowed, adapted, embroidered … perhaps even stolen: it’s all a part of a grand conversation. - from AcknowledgementsThe only place I had issues was with the baddie’s final explanations. I cannot really go into details as it would require significant spoilage, but the motivation for what comes at the end seems thin. A name change might have raised questions at an institution. And one might have expected a greater bit of interest on the part of the authorities after one death, particularly in tracing back a specific person’s real-world movements, and someone else’s on-line activity. That said, keep your BP meds handy. This is a tension-filled journey, page-turning wonderfulness, leaving you panting to know what happens next, and unable to turn out the light and go to sleep before you get through some serious white-knuckle twists and turns to arrive at The Plot’s destination. I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! - EAP Review first posted – January 15, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hard cover – May 11, 2021 ----------Trade paperback - May 3, 2022 I received an early e-look through MacMillan's Reading Insiders Club. While reluctant at first, they came around after I used a pitch written by a friend. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter – for insulting morons, Twitter #2 – for book promo and FB pages Her FB page is inaccessible at present. I am not sure if she has shut it down permanently, or if access is merely limited. This is Korelitz’s 7th published novel Her book You Should Have Known was adapted to the recent TV miniseries, The Undoing Interview -----Scoundrel Time - Into that Dark Room Where the Fiction Gets Made: An Interview with Novelist Jean Hanff Korelitz Items of Interest -----The Poe Museum - The Tell-Tale Heart -----My review of John Boyne’s 2018 novel, A Ladder to the Sky -----Sidebar Saturdays - Plots, Prose And Plagiarism In Fiction – Four Things Every Writer Should Know About Literary Theft by Matt Knight -----Catapult - Reading Group Guide ...more |
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| …how many stories like theirs, Arden thought.I am no angel …how many stories like theirs, Arden thought.I am no angel. I can be bought. I guess that is how this review came to be. I spotted an ad in my daily feed of Literary Hub. The come-on was a chance to win an iPad. In return for filling out a form to enter, the sponsor would send a copy of a book that sounded, at least, readable. Sometime later the book arrived at my doorstep. Sadly, it was not accompanied by any digital devices. As most newly arriving books do, this one sat in a TBR piles awaiting its turn. I did not get to it until December. I confess that I felt an obligation to read it, after having entered the mini-lottery. I was also confronted with a bit of a logistical bind. The weeks leading up to Christmas have been filled with much more activity than normal. The cost of this was my during-the-day reading. A book that I should have finished reading within two weeks has extended to six, and is not yet fully read. Most weeks, I have a few read books sitting about awaiting their turn in the review queue. Not with the loss of my daytime reading. I needed a quick read, in order to keep alive my string of weeks posting a new review. I hate, really, really hate missing a week, and was willing to read and review this outlier just to be able to check that box. It does not make me a bad person, just a weak, and maybe borderline corrupt one. Thus, an actual review of a book I would normally have merely marked as read. [image] In a post-apocalyptic world, Arden had the misfortune to be born to the toiler class. He has the double-misfortune of working for a sadistic creep straight out of central casting. On coming to after a prolonged bout of beating and further suffering, Arden wakes covered by a tarp, bloody. [Ok, who put the tarp over him, or took him down from the place where he had been dangling and taking shots from the creep? While we may presume it to be workmates, it is never specified.] He’s been secretly building a boat to escape this awful place, which makes one wonder how he has been able to get away with such a project undetected. We do learn how he makes his way from his abode, his cell, to his boat-building place, but how is the place kept under wraps? It is while he is en route to his boat on waking up after his beating that he encounters Estra. Violent storms are all about. He sneaks Estra, a stranger to these parts, back to his cell for protection [really?] They are instantly smitten with each other [of course they are], she having recently fled a cloud-god named Ingis, who is the source of the local extreme inclemency. Seems he wants his companion back. They talk of a desire for freedom and love. [anyone? add justice for the tri-fecta?] Estra talks Arden into heading up into the clouds to get away from his toil-heavy existence on solid land. There is a bit on the idiocy of religion as the ground-dwellers seek to appease the gods of bad weather with the sacrifice of people. The way out is up, through straw-like tubes that descend from on high, [what causes these things to descend? Why do they descend here? Do they appear everywhere, or just in some places?] and which are filled with liquid. [A fleeting version of a space tether? A riff on a tornadic cone? Or beanstalks with a giant at the top?] Arden and Estra will be drawn up if they can get into one of these, but they have to imagine themselves lighter, which she does well and easily, but not so much Arden, who can now see through her skin. “What’s happening?”So, just imagine yourself lighter, that’s all. As only a gazillion diet programs down here on solid land can tell you, it ain’t that easy. I was reminded of the teaching methodology of the esteemed Professor Harold Hill, and the experience of one John Carter when he wished himself from an earthly cave to the plains of Barsoom. There is clearly a problem with the nature of the lofty existence portrayed here. When Estra tells Arden that he is graduating from solid to vapor, she is telling him that he has also changed from living person to a spirit, in a way. But if one can then return to that earthly existence, it makes of spirituality a temporary and thus much less meaningful level of existence. Even as a major transformation of the self, it becomes more of a vacation than a true metamorphosis. So these two become vaporous, literally, which I thought was fun. Try to imagine what life might be like if you could pass through things, or have them pass through you. Might come in handy if, say, high speed objects were hurtling your way. It did seem odd that Arden and Estra [sharing first syllables with the first couple is surely a coincidence, right?] are able to sit on vaporous seats and lie in vaporous beds without passing through. Shapero offers us a look at what sex might be like in such a state. Once aloft, an unoccupied cloud ship just happens by that they can control, which is stunningly convenient. And it turns out that clouds can eat smaller clouds, very much in a big-fish-eat-smaller-fish way. (“Every cloud has a primitive gut, Estra said. “for most, it remains dormant until they die.”) Are all clouds floating ships? With munchies? If not, what is it that makes one a potential mode of transportation and others lunch? The romantic couple carry on, and on, and on about their love for each other, but there is a problem. Her old bf, who is in charge of a gigantic cloud-ship with a massive face on the front, Ingishead, [As this is a particularly electrical, large, and dark vehicle, we presume Ingishead to be linguistically akin to thunderhead. Of course it could be, more simply, evidence of an over-inflated ego.] keeps getting bigger and more pissed, in his relentless pursuit of Estra. Is their love as real as it was quick to spark? Is it rock solid or as ephemeral as vapor? Are her motives pure? Are his? The story is billed as the power of love vs the love of power. Fair enough, there is very much a conflict between those two. There is a somewhat interesting turn as the desire for safety forces one to battle, but engaging in battle, and the preliminary requirement of bulking up to prepare for battle, changes the combatant. Does need for power necessarily become a love of power? As in order to be rid of the still growing Ingrishead, Arden and Estra need to make their ship large enough to engage in battle with him. In an interview on his site Shapero offers some his takes on the world, including this gem on the organization of human societies. Purposeful planning only happens smoothly when we shrink our numbers back to tribal size. A tribe with elders and a chief and a visionary or two can agree on change and affect a tribe’s fate. The leaders of most modern nations cannot. And the best corporations are run as dictatorships, where one person can overrule everyone else. Large numbers of people, each with a bit of power, can’t agree on anything.So, efficiency uber alles, I guess. In the same interview, he seems to take an opposite view. Most of the good things in life come from small. And most of the bad things come from big. Humans like growth, but we often lose sight of the fact that big means power…most of our atrocities come from the abuse of power; and from the big and powerful, we have gotten our worst atrocities.So, the battle between centralized and large versus “the good things” and small seems to be part of Shapero’s own personal world view contradiction, and a central source of the primary conflict in the novel. I found that, overall, this was not one of the better books I have ever read. The characterization was thin, the leaps of faith required to accept the things posited here might require that one have been born on Krpyton. The plot stuttered, interrupted with far too many instances of Arden and/or Estra waking up. One must be engaged with the characters to sustain interest, and I found I was not engaged with either of the two primaries. On the other side of things, I expect we have all looked up at the sky and tried to make sense of the things we have seen up there, clouds in the shape of faces, or familiar objects. This was used to great effect in the 2005 film War of the Worlds, in which alien invaders hid their craft inside clouds. Shapero clearly has had such thoughts himself. What if the things floating across the sky were ships instead of lightly organized collections of water vapor and dust? The ancients imagined lightning bolts being flung by gods from Olympus, why not from a god-like being riding a huge cloud instead? There is a wealth of imagination on display in this book, some interesting, some derivative, some just odd. Memory cleansing is not new to fiction, but the methodology used here is novel. Cranes as an externalization of one’s thoughts was interesting. But the method shown here for maintaining journal writings just seemed bizarre. Sometimes, I expect the author lost track of his own material. Estra reveals to Arden that their vapor form life expectancy would rival that of their life on Earth. Yet later in the book there is a line that implies that they can remain in that state forever. It’s not time we seek in eternity. It’s growth. This is in addition to it being an eye-roller of a line, which sounds like something Shapero might have used back when he was a venture capital guy in Silicon Valley. Sometimes it felt to me that things were maybe taken a step too far. There is a sex game that Arden and Estra engage in that was extremely off-putting. There is a series of video bits for the book on his site. Each explains a piece of the book. Some are quite interesting, and their application to the novel is quite clear. You should know some things about the author. As noted above, Shapero was a money guy in Silicon Valley and walked away from that with tens of millions of dollars, and the freedom to do with himself whatever the hell he wanted. He had it in mind to write the great American novel, and published his first try at this in 2004. He hired people to hand out copies at colleges across the country. Judging by the comments I have seen, it may be the literary equivalent of Plan 9 From Outer Space. I linked a couple of pieces about this in EXTRA STUFF. His subsequent books, distributed in like manner, received comparable responses. Shapero is also a musician, and has sought to merge his two interests, having formed companies to sell, or at least promote his material. One part of putting reviews together is to search the web for interviews with the author. There were none to be found, other than those on his own sites. I also look for author portraits other than the ones that authors want us to use. Again, pretty much scrubbed clean. I found all this a bit disconcerting. Bottom line is that while there is definitely creativity on display in Balcony of Fog, and an attempt to address some real underlying human issues, it was not a particularly good read. It felt unsatisfyingly thin, a vaporous book that would have benefited from a more solid foundation. “The past isn’t love,” Estra said. “Love is the future.”Whatever. Review posted – January 1, 2021 Publication date – January 15, 2020 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, Instagram, GR, and FB pages Items of Interest -----Idiotprogrammer - Wild Animus by Rich Shapero: a Modern Masterpiece? by Robert Nagle -----Free books on campus are a little suspicious By Mckenzie Moore - On an earlier work by Shapero Songs/Music -----Rolling Stones - Get off of My Cloud ...more |
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| “We’re less a ‘read between the lines’ family and more a ‘hallucinate something onto this blank sheet of paper’ family.”1972. The Prestons had liv “We’re less a ‘read between the lines’ family and more a ‘hallucinate something onto this blank sheet of paper’ family.”1972. The Prestons had lived for several years in Bangkok. The Viet Nam war was raging one country over. Robert was supposedly working for a private company on a dam project that was taking forever. Ummmm, not really. He was working for US intelligence re that nearby conflict. Genevieve was a hostess with the mostess, (She was beautiful, really perfect. A wife for other men to envy.) having earned a well-deserved reputation for entertaining impressively in their large residence. Beatrice was the oldest, responsible, looked after her younger sibs. Laura is a good kid, although she feels beset by Bea taking advantage of her sometimes, bossing her around. It is clear early on that she has an artistic gift. Phillip is the youngest. Studious. Not an athlete. Gets bullied at school. …how often he felt an onlooker in the company of other men, outside their easy bawdiness and filthy banter. Robert’s otherness had made school, that welter of vicious adolescent boys, a misery before athletics had rescued him, and it bred in his adulthood a certain isolation—men didn’t invite him along when they went to seedy places, or tell him about their adventures there.Robert sees the same otherness in Phillip, so decides to put him into a judo class to toughen him up, maybe give him better tools for defending himself against bigger kids, make him better able than his father to fit in with the males around him. But then, one day, neither parent shows up to bring him home from judo class, and Phillip vanishes. [image] Liese O’Halloran Schwartz - image from her site 2019. Laura Preston, now a professional painter, is contacted by a stranger in Thailand, claiming to be looking for relations of one Phillip Preston. There had been hoax attempts before. Bea, still the bossy one, discourages Laura from pursuing this, but, after seeing the man briefly, on screen, she has a feeling, and dashes off to Bangkok. Could this really be her, their, long-lost brother? Or was it a scam? But if it was him, then where had he been all these years? What had happened to him? Why was he emerging now? Why didn’t he get in touch sooner? The novel is set in (mostly) two times, 1972, when the disappearance occurs and 2019, when this possible Phillip appears. It is told, mostly, from Laura’s perspective. Noi, a young Thai woman who worked for the family in 1972, when she was 15, and who still works for Genevieve in Washington DC, tells some of the story, and the man purporting to be Phillip tells his tale at the end. Schwartz takes us behind the scenes filling in what was going on with Robert and Genevieve at the time. Not exactly the happiest marriage. Gen was having an affair with Robert’s boss. He was finding comfort in the company of a young Thai woman trapped in a demeaning job. Noi is witness to sundry dodginess on the part of the Preston household staff, and gets entangled with a man who is up to no good. Her boss is a bit of a dragon lady. The family returns to the states, although they continue to search for Phillip for quite some time. Schwartz shows us the relationships the characters have with each other. Robert with Genevieve, Genevieve with her lover, Robert with his young companion, Noi with Daeng, her boss in Thailand, Noi with Genevieve, the children, and her nogoodnik boyfriend. Laura’s relationship with Bea is given a lot of attention, and holds some surprises. And we see Laura’s relationship with her long-term boyfriend as an adult. What is, and has been missing is their relationship with Phillip, ever since he disappeared. How can you relate to a mystery? Even if this guy turns out to be Phillip can a few years of childhood build enough of a foundation, create enough of a core, that one could step back in and feel the same connection? “Why do we never, ever tell the truth to each other? Why do we keep so many secrets?”Who doesn’t have secrets? Usually they are small, but sometimes they can be huge. Secrets abound here. Robert’s work is, of course, all about secrets. Genevieve must keep her affair under cover. Bea keeps secrets from Laura, both as a child and as an adult. The children keep secrets from their mother. Laura as an adult is charged with keeping a very large secret that both her parents had kept for a long time. There is even an explanation of a Thai phrase that means someone’s secret was safe. Noi also totes a major secret for decades. The novel looks at the reasons why people keep secrets, which are complex, and diverse, and how secrecy impacts not just one-to-one relationships, but family and community bonds. This is a pretty much straight ahead novel, but there is a bit of magical realism in Noi’s time working in the Preston household, as she is visited by a welcome presence. In addition to the adventure of the story, the mystery, you may pick up a few nuggets of wisdom, such as the proper etiquette for checking for snakes in the toilet, and why it is important for women never to admit that they know how to make coffee. Also, I was hugely impressed by how Schwartz portrays dementia, offering a brilliant, yet very understandable image of how one might experience the loosening of ties to time and memory. One of the best elements of What Could Be Saved is that there are large questions that you will want answers to, and you will keep turning the pages hoping to get there. In a 2018 interview, Schwartz was asked about building suspense in a novel. That’s such a challenge; it is so difficult to know, as the writer, how a story unfolds to the eyes of a fresh reader. Suspense is not just whodunit, of course! It can be super subtle. It’s the element that keeps the reader interested and engaged, wanting to know what happens next. I remember something I heard from an NPR interview with a TV writer: the writer said, when discussing how to write a successful pilot: “Don’t explain ANYTHING at first” and after hearing that, I reviewed some stories that I considered to be very engaging (written and film/TV), and realized that they did that: in the beginning they explained almost nothing, opened up a lot of questions and answered very few. It was really useful advice. My own corollary would be: “When you answer the questions you have raised: answer some soon, some slowly, and some in surprising ways—and always raise new questions as you go.” The “questions” can be tiny or big, some can be answered in the same paragraph in which they are raised, or on the same page, or not be answered until the very end of the story; they all work to keep the reader caring about what’s coming and wanting to read on. - from the 26.org interviewShe knows of what she speaks and has worked that approach deftly to keep us on tenterhooks as she peels back layer after layer, and leaves you thinking. Great, now I know why this, but then why that? And on you speed. While I occasionally found the pace a bit slow, overall I would still categorize this as a page-turner. The major question of is-he-or-isn’t-he will keep you engaged, and the peeling back of the layers hiding the truth offers ongoing satisfaction, as well as a reason to keep reading. Laura is engaging, without being a goody-goody. Some characters undergo meaningful growth, and others are revealed to be more, or less, than they present to the world as their secrets are exposed. They sat for a while longer, two sisters up far past their bedtime, the old house creaking and sighing around them, always in the process of settling, never completely at rest. Review posted – 12/25/2020 Publication dates ----------1/12/2021 - hardcover ----------8/31/2021 - trade paperback I received an ARE of this book from Atria in return for an honest review. It really is me who wrote this review, not someone pretending to be me. Of course that is just what a copycat would say. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews -----26.org - The Possible World - re her second book Item of Interest from the author -----Metro - Books: All roads lead to the Rhode- a piece about Rhode Island, where the author did medical training, and the impact of the state’s history of offering sanctuary on her book The Possible World ...more |
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| Thirty years. I looked out at their little faces. In thirty years they’d all be in their early forties. They would bear the brunt of it all. And it Thirty years. I looked out at their little faces. In thirty years they’d all be in their early forties. They would bear the brunt of it all. And it wouldn’t be easy. These kids were going to grow up in an idyllic world and be thrown into an apocalyptic nightmare.-------------------------------------- Knock-knock-knock.At least Mark Watney was in the same solar system. At least Mark Watney had a rescue ship that might, at least, have been on the way. At least the sun that was shining down on Watney’s potato garden was not being nibbled to bits by some intergalactic pestilence. At least life on Mark Watney’s home planet was not looking at an expiration date measured in decades. Pretty cushy situation next to the one in which our astronaut finds himself in this story. At least Mark Watney knew who he was. I slide one leg off over the edge of my bed, which makes it wobble. The robot arms rush toward me. I flinch, but they stop short and hover nearby. I think they’re ready to grab me if I fall.The astronaut struggles to find out not only who he is, but where he is, and how he got there. Part of that is a running joke in which he makes up names to tell the computer. It’s pretty adorable. After working on a pendulum to help with an experiment, for example, he answers the computer with I am Pendulus the philosopher. Incorrect. He does, eventually, remember his name. [image] Andy Weir - image from his Facebook pages The title of the book may seem opaque to some folks outside the US. Weir is referring, of course, to a last-ditch play to win or tie American football games. It is called the Hail Mary pass. Keep enough blockers back to protect the quarterback while all available receivers head for the end zone as the quarterback lofts a pass, usually of considerable distance, in the hope that one of the receivers can haul it in through an act of divine intercession. The play is named for the prayer of course. It’s caused a lot of headaches with the translators. Nobody outside the U.S. knows this phrase. Even English-speaking countries like the U.K. don't have that expression. In most of the language translations, they're changing the title. In one of them it’s just called The Astronaut or something like that. - from the GR interviewIn Andy Weir’s latest novel, the survival of life on planet Earth, and whatever other life might be swimming, flying, creeping, or otherwise meandering about in our solar system, is imperiled by an invasive species. (Not really a spoiler, more of an aside. (view spoiler)[OK, a pet peeve here. We have a few names for our home planet, and for the rest of the rocky and gaseous chunks floating about our particular star. So why has humanity been so singularly unable to come up with a decent name for our solar system? I mean calling our solar system “the solar system” is like slapping a label on a can that says “food.” (Yes, I know this was done in the movie Repo Man, but it was intended to be ironic. At least I hope it was.) I mean how generic and undescriptive can we be? There are billions of solar systems out there, and I bet there are plenty that have nifty names. So, I am gonna go for it and claim that from now on our solar system should be called the Will Byrnes Planetary System (WBPS). Recognizing that this is in no way deserved, I will happily cede it to a more reasonable name, one grounded in actual achievement or cultural significance…for a cup of coffee (20 oz at least) and a couple of doughnuts (one glazed, one jelly). Until then, it’s mine, all mine. (hide spoiler)] The nasty little buggers have a talent for converting energy to mass and mass to energy. Their little eyes (if they had eyes) light up in the presence of an active power source the way some of us feel compelled by the sight of pastries in a shop window. Which would make our sun a doughnut shop with a few quadrillion hungry customers beating down the door. Not a wonderful situation for the shop. A more apt, if somewhat less entertaining image, is that of a vast swarm of locusts denuding a landscape. Hoping for an act of god might be worth a shot. His ship, and the project that spawned it, are named for the prayer, even though by way of a sport. Hail Mary full of…um…Ryland? Well, Ryland Grace. It remains to be seen whether or not the Lord is with him, or his ship. But he is not alone, although, after finding that his crew-mates did not travel well, it seems like he would be. Luckily for Ry, Earth is not the only populated planet imperiled by this galactic pain in the neck. He encounters another, and thus begins a beautiful friendship. I won’t bother with describing Rocky, other than to say that Rocky is not at all humanoid. Through engineering ingenuity and commonality of purpose the two find a way to communicate with and help each other in their mission to save their respective planets. There is a child-like quality to Rocky, as well as a very creative brain, and a universal decency, that will make you care about him/her/it/whatever. There is no one better than Weir at writing adorable. Weir, the Ted Lasso of science fiction writing, has been trying to work on his character-writing skillset. He is amazed that so many people loved The Martian, despite the fact that his hero goes through absolutely no change during his ordeal. He had given Watney his best personal characteristics, on steroids. Then had a go at a less idealistic character in his novel, Artemis, using what he saw as some of his lesser personal characteristics to inform his lead. Ryland Grace was my first attempt to make a protagonist not to be based on me. He's a unique character I'm creating from whole cloth, and so I'm not limited by my own personality or experiences. - from the GR interviewI am not sure he has succeeded. The special energy that powered astronaut Watney was a combination of superior technical skills, a wonderful, wise-ass sense of humor, a can-do attitude, and a deeply ingrained optimism. Mark Watney could have been on the Hail Mary in place of Ryland Grace and I am not sure most of us would have noticed, well, except for a couple of personal downsides. The sense of humor is pretty much the same. Ditto for the technical talent and scientific problem-solving predisposition. He may be a tick down from Watney on the optimism chart, but you will get the same satisfaction from watching Grace as you did his Martian predecessor. But while Weir’s character development skills might still be…um…under development, his story-telling skills remain excellent. The stakes are high, global extermination, multiple global exterminations actually, and the future of life as we know it, and some life we know very little about at all, is dependent on two creatures working together to solve the biggest problem of all time. No pressure. So, a buddy story. A tale of friendship far from home. The narration alternates between two timeframes. In the contemporary one, Ry uses his special scientific-method powers plus base of knowledge to figure out the situation he is in, and come up with serial solutions to serial challenges. This is totally like The Martian, although this guy is maybe a bit less funny. I’m a smartass myself, so smartass comments come naturally to me. For me, humor is like the secret weapon of exposition. If you make exposition funny, the reader will forgive any amount of it. And in science fiction—especially with my self-imposed restriction that I want to be as scientifically accurate as possible—you end up spending a lot of time doing exposition. - from the Publishers Weekly interviewThe other is the history of how he came to be there. This will also remind one of the back and forth of the on-Mars and Earth-politics alternating streams of Weir’s mega best seller. Although his writing is out of this world, Weir’s process ain’t exactly rocket science. Like his characters, he uses available parts, plus a base of knowledge, to build what needs to be built. He had a few lying about in his shop. After The Martian, I had this idea for this massive space epic—a traditional sci-fi pilot with aliens, faster-than-light travel, and telepathy and a war and, yeah, a ten-book series and everything. I worked on it for about a year; it was going to be called Zhek. I got 70,000 words in, and…I realized that it sucked…But there are a few nuggets in Zhek that were solid. There was one interesting character who was this absolutely no-nonsense woman with a ruthless drive to get what she needs to get done and a tremendous amount of secret authority. And she became Stratt in Project Hail Mary. The other thing is, in Zhek there was this substance called black matter, which was a technology invented by aliens that would absorb all electromagnetic waves, all light, and turn it into mass and then turn it back into light…if humanity got ahold of some of that, it would be neat, but it would suck if we accidentally let any of that get into the sun—that would be a disaster. I'm like, “Wait a minute, that would be a disaster! That's where books come from!” - from the Goodreads interviewAnd divorce lawyer billables. Love his evident excitement at this EUREKA moment. There is a decided innocence to it, and a natural-born optimist’s way of seeing the bright side of life, a characteristic with which Weir very successfully endows his leads, well, some of them anyway. I quite enjoyed The Martian, despite Watney’s immutable self. And I liked Artemis as well, with its more nuanced lead. This one feels like more of a throwback to his earlier work. If you loved The Martian you are gonna love this one. Tough situation, far from home, charming, brilliant, smartass lead, with an adorable, brilliant, very non-human mensch of a pal, lots of mostly accessible science, and some fabulously interesting concepts. For a book that is pretty down to earth in many ways, Project Hail Mary is absolutely out of this world. Science teachers know a lot of random facts. Review first posted – May 7, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - May 4, 2021 ----------Trade Paperback - October 4, 2022 Thanks to Ballantine books for an early look at Project Hail Mary and to MC (you know who you are) for interceding on my behalf to make that happen. You have been an answer to my prayers. ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section directly below. [image] ...more |
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Sorry, no two-thousand-word review planned. A rare thing, I know, but I do read a few books every year that are just for reading pleasure. No note-tak
Sorry, no two-thousand-word review planned. A rare thing, I know, but I do read a few books every year that are just for reading pleasure. No note-taking. No looks at themes or motifs, imagery, or how it related to me personally. No lists of interviews, summaries of each of the contained stories, no links to interviews with the author talking about the book, no list of links to other reviews I have written of the author's work. No list of characters in the stories who might have appeared before in King family fiction. No corny jokes. No author photo. But just in case you want to know, I have been having a crap week with sleep, which is a major factor in why I was unable to post an actual new review this week. Head hits pillow, maybe I get to sleep maybe I don’t. If I do, I am awake in anywhere from ten to ninety minutes, off to the loo, then back to bed. If I am very lucky I get back to sleep tout de suite. Not so much this week. Even with taking something pharmaceutical to help. So, if sleep will not come, even after putting on music or a podcast and trying to drift off for twenty minutes, I read. A good signal of being ready to try again is when the words on the page devolve to squiggles, eyes beginning to close on their own. So, try again. Maybe I get back to sleep, maybe not. Maybe it will be another brief nap, or a full ninety-minute sleep-cycle. Been like this for the last five days or so. But having a book at hand that I can read without taking notes, just reading, is a necessary tool in my list of things to try in this quest for rest. My failure to be able to get back to sleep has been epic this week, thus I knocked off in one week a 447 page book that normally would have taken me anywhere from 15 to 25 days of chipping away, 20-40 pps at a time. Oh, said I wasn’t gonna write about personal stuff, sorry. But just in case you need to know, I quite enjoyed it, and very much appreciated seeing Holly Gibney in the spotlight in her first solo case, and the thematic commentary King makes on the media in that title story, and his Pinter-esque reverse-chronology of The Life of Chuck. I'd better stop there. Four long-short stories, a fast, fun satisfying read. Vintage King. Guess now I have to pick another bedside book to help me through the seemingly relentless sleep dep. God knows I have enough of them lying around. Publication dates ==========April 21, 2020 - hardcover ==========June 1, 2021 - trade paperback Non-review first posted - November 13, 2020 ...more |
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| …the way Una thought about it, without folklore and traditions, surely Ireland didn’t really exist? Surely it might just as well be England or Fran …the way Una thought about it, without folklore and traditions, surely Ireland didn’t really exist? Surely it might just as well be England or France or anywhere else (give or take an endless soak of rain)? So just as there were those who preserved the country’s mother tongue and those who saved up all the country’s native stories, there were those like her father who devoted their lives to maintaining the country’s old beliefs.-------------------------------------- …these days you heard less and less about those ancient superstitions, and all the old tales cast aside for future progress.The story opens in 2018. A photographer is about to have a long sought solo show in New York City. We get a look at the shot that could define his career, of a clothed dead man hanging upside down from hooks that pierce his feet in a small Irish farm building. It is called The Butcher. He took it twenty-two years earlier. Sooooo, what happened? Who is this person, and how did he wind up in such a position? We will return to 2018 in three interludes and a resolution. But the story takes place back around the time this outrage occurred. [image] Ruth Gilligan - image from The Irish Times 1996. Ireland. A time of change. The old being replaced by the new. The border between Ireland and it’s northern, UK portion, despite both nations being members of the EEU, remains a fraught line. The arrival of Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy (aka BSE and Mad Cow Disease) in the UK has put Ireland into an enviable position, as Irish cows have not been found to be suffering from this, yet. The result is a boost in demand, great for any in the meat business, and not half bad for the economy overall. But will greed spoil the boon? Some are looking to make even more money by smuggling Northern Irish cows and meat south, and selling them as Irish, endangering the entire Irish meat industry. The Celtic Tiger boom of the ‘90s into the aughts was in full roar. A backwater economy was becoming one of the wealthier ones in Europe, as Ireland engaged more and more with the world beyond. But there were still remnants of the ancient, the lore and story of the land, and there were still people who were committed to old ways, birthed by legend, but still practiced in the real world. She explained how a farmer’s wife had lost her entire family a way back in some ancient war, so in her devastation she had placed a curse which dictated certain rules around killing cattle.People called The Believers continue the ancient tradition. The Butchers of the title consist of a group of eight men who travel to farms owned by other Believers, to slaughter their cattle in a prescribed ritual, traveling much of the year to ply their trade. We follow four characters, flicking back and forth between County Cavan and County Monaghan both bordering Northern Ireland. In the first, Una’s father, Cuch, is setting off for his lengthy tour of the nation as one of the team of Butchers, leaving his wife and 12-year-old daughter for eleven months of the year. Una is new to regular school, having been home-schooled until recently. Her family’s old-time religion makes her an oddball, so she endures the sort of social hazing one expects of creatures that age. But she dreams of becoming a Butcher herself, and practices, using trapped mice and lego men. Gra, 41, is Una’s mother and is plenty tired of having her husband gone for so much of the year, not just for herself, but for the fathering their daughter is missing. She is changing from acceptance of an unsustainable existence to wanting to define her own life, eager to pursue her own interests Fionn McReady, in County Monaghan, a “small-holder” now, has reduced the size of his farm, is semi-retired, but still keeps some livestock. His wife, Eileen, has been diagnosed with a tumor, and the usual treatments are ineffective. He learns, though, of a new experimental, and thus not covered by insurance, treatment, available in Dublin. But, dear God, the cost. Fionn had engaged in a bit of criminality as a youth, with his father, and now the only way he can hope to cover the expense of treating Eileen is to step back over the line to illegality, with the obvious risks, and not just from the Garda. The fellow he would ultimately be working for is known to have a short temper and zero tolerance for failure. But what other options are there, really, to have a shot at saving his beloved wife? Davey is Fionn’s disappointment of a son. Not exactly farmer material, Davey is fascinated by classics. The story of the minotaur is far more interesting to him than the livestock out back. He tends to see life through the lens of classic mythology. He is about to take his final exams, which will determine his future, and he is counting on testing well enough to earn a spot in college in Dublin. He is desperate to go. The odds are good. Davey and Una are both going through coming of age adventures, complete with forms of sexual awakening, finding their strengths, defining their edges and forward directions. Gra is going through her own burst of self-confidence and actualization. Together these reflect the changes in Ireland itself, becoming more involved with the world, for good or ill, expanding their sense of self, trying new things, experimenting, taking chances, becoming more. Fionn’s journey is less about personal transformation than it is about a willingness to cross the line to fill a need. It is not a big leap to see in this the overreach, the greed and corruption that helped skin The Celtic Tiger, leading Ireland to a major recession. The central tension of the book is between the old and the new, the old being not just the social norms, but the lore of Ireland, and by inference all societies. Homosexuality, for example, had recently been decriminalized. Legalization of divorce had been approved in a referendum and was soon to be signed into law. How jarring this must be to rural communities that have long been wedded to ancient tradition. How we define ourselves, as individuals and as a people, a nation, is tied up in the stories we tell about ancestors, our past. Davey’s interest in the classics offers a look at how Greek, and thus western culture, has a rich history, an iconographic lens through which we understand common human experience. He applies Greek mythology to his contemporary Irish life. Gilligan offers a passel of examples of local lore. These are delicious. There is a superstition of lame cows giving the sweetest milk. An old woman down in Carrickmacross…was said to have “The Cure”—the ancient Irish gift for healing. Naming your dog Blackfoot would somehow offer extra protection to your cows. Locals…still believed rowan berries kept you safe from being captured by the fairies. And if you were thinking of checking the google machine for the historical Butchers, don’t bother. In an interview with The Irish Examiner: Gilligan admits to having made it all up. “The butchers themselves, as an idea, they are a conglomerate of loads of different kind of traditions and superstitions and myths about cattle that I just found in my research, and I just brought them all together and formed the butchers.” Part of the fun of it, I suppose is that like, it kind of could be real. It’s as real as any other set of the many, many traditions and superstitions that we still hold on to.”The triumph of this book is that Ruth Gilligan has incorporated into a set of coming-of-age stories, that already carry the payload of looking at the changes in Ireland during a period of great upheaval, a wonderful mystery. Who is the dead man hanging by his feet? How did he come to be there? And who is responsible? The Butchers is a prime, choice cut of a read, a whodunit, who-am-I, what-are-we, where-are-we-going literary feast that is as satisfying as it is delicious. Trust me on this one. I wouldn’t steer you wrong. (view spoiler)[And you’ll loin something too. Sorry. (hide spoiler)] There were days Ireland felt modern, and days it felt anything but. Review posted – November 27, 2020 Publication dates ----------November 10, 2020 - hardcover ----------November 16, 2021 - trade paperback I received an ARE of this book from the American publisher, Tin House Books, in return for an honest review and a boneless ribeye roast. It was published by Atlantic Books across the pond on January 2, 2020, as The Butchers Thanks also to MC, who did not have a steak in its being reviewed, for pointing me to this. You know who you are. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, FB, and Twitter pages Interviews -----The Irish Times - Ruth Gilligan Q&A: ‘the tension between modern and ancient Ireland fascinates me’ -----Irish Examiner - Ruth Gilligan's new novel timely published during Covid-19 crisis by Eoghan O’Sullivan -----Narrative 4 - Ruth Gilligan and the Butchers Songs/Music -----Eimar Quinn - The Voice - mentioned in Chapter 6 – Ireland’s winning entry in the 1996 Eurovision contest ----- Underworld - Born Slippy Items of Interest – by the author -----Gilligan on the sources of her ideas for the novel - 13:34 -----On writing body language - 3:49 – video -----On writing dialogue - 4:30 -----Short story on Bansheelit - The Night of the Big Wind Items of Interest -----Contagion Biopolitics and Cultural Memory - Mad Cows and Eco-Pandemic Irish Literature -----The Butcher Boy - Gra gives this book to Ronan during the time she is helping him with his photo project ...more |
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| I know this is denial.True crime seems to I know this is denial.True crime seems to be the flavor of the month of late, in books, on TV, in movies, in blogs. The podcast Serial made a huge splash. I’ll Be Gone in the Dark was a huge best-seller in 2018, and an amazing documentary in 2020. Multiple TV shows have been based on true-crime bloggers, and recently, We Keep the Dead Close (review coming) tracked a fifty-year-old unsolved murder at Harvard and looked at whether Harvard was complicit in covering it up. They can serve a good purpose, find truth, free the innocent, implicate the guilty. But what if the person in charge of the True Crime investigation is on the wrong course? What if they go after an innocent person? [image] Katie Lowe - image from her site Ten years ago, Hannah McLelland (then Catton’s) creepy husband, Graham Catton, was murdered, leaving her a widow and a single mother. A small-time criminal was convicted of the crime. Hannah has moved on, literally, leaving London to live in rural Hawkwood. She has been in a stable relationship with a good, but sparks-free man for a long time. He wants to marry her. But a popular true crime podcast, Convictions, has turned up some new evidence that makes it look like it was Hannah who had done the crime, and week after week, episode after episode, more and more questions are raised. After having buried (and fled) this event in the past it is rising up and very publicly ruining her life. You have to be ok with being angry. This book will keep you in a rage for its entirety, as it flips back and forth between the present, in which Hannah is increasingly beset, and the past, leading up to the killing, in which Hannah is increasingly beset. She must have a piece of paper on her back that says TORMENT ME in bold, brightly colored letters, maybe flashing neon. We see her with her awful husband back before his death, having to cope with a lecherous father-in-law, an abuser-enabling mother-in-law, her husband’s unspeakable bff, and a hostile press. We see her today succumbing to the increasing pressure of being publicly called a murderer, and enduring the sort of mindless hatred usually reserved for electoral public servants who have counted all the votes and publicly spoken an unpopular truth. It does not help Hannah, herself a psychiatrist, that there are mental health issues in her family, that her grandmother lived most of her life in an asylum, and that Hannah is unable to remember details of the night of the murder. Can we believe anything she describes? Is she an honest reporter, or an unreliable narrator? Is she mentally ill? Can she tell the difference between reality and unreality? Is she doomed to eternal victimhood? Or…did she whack her husband? We Hannah hears things. Possessive, Graham says. I can hear the smile on his lips.Hannah remembers some things, like Graham delivering a lecture. I can see him, in my mind. His hands gripping the lectern, glancing down at his notes. Dressed the part—clean-cut, pushing his hair back from his face each time he made a point he wasn’t quite sure of.But which is which? If she is hearing voices now, can her memories be seen as reliable? Hannah’s life is complicated further when a woman she had worked with in a mental health setting before everything got crazy, Darcy, turns up. She is interested in restoring the very derelict building, Hawkwood House, where Hannah’s grandmother had spent most of her life after the murder of her husband. The woman wants Hannah to partner with her in this project, which offers Hannah a chance to leave a job she no longer loves and maybe do some digging into her grandmother’s case. The building seems to amplify voices that may or may not actually be there. Uh oh. I can relate to this book, or at least one element of it, in maybe too personal a way. Feel free to skip past this paragraph if it is of no interest. I will not feel offended. It is not really a (view spoiler)[My wife and had been married for 18 years when we went looking for a house. And after several months we found one we both loved, Park Slope, park block, a beautiful brownstone with minimal need for repair, considerably modernized. A find. Relatively reasonable. One sad element was that the people selling the place were an older couple who were in the process of getting a divorce. Within 27 months of buying the house my wife and I had separated. I cannot say that there was a spectral presence in the house of any sort that I ever detected, no dark vibe from the building itself, but it did occur to me to wonder on occasion whether it might have been more than mere coincidence that two couples in long marriages split up after being in that house for a relatively brief period, in sequence. I never looked into the history of the place, to see if our two crash sequence was an anomaly or part of a larger pattern, but this book makes me wonder if my shaky marriage had maybe been given a bit of a push. (No one was killed) (hide spoiler)] Many good novels incorporate into their sinews passages about writing. Possession offers the following: “A good story,” Graham says, all echoes and reverberations, the ancient tape wavering. “A good story has a life of its own. It’s a thing that lives and breathes. A thing that comes to life in a kind of agreement between the teller and the listener—a shared fantasy, that makes even the wildest illusions real. They make us complicit, when we believe in them. They make us say, ‘Yes, I agree—I accept it. It exists for me.’”And the viability of story is at the core of Possession. Hannah has a story about the night of the killing. The podcast has a different story. Which story is true? Are either of them true? Maybe partially? Is there maybe a third story? Which one would you believe? We are usually invited to sympathize with the narrator in a novel, to believe her story, but her story is incomplete, jumbled. She hears voices and might be nuts. The tension of not knowing is what keeps us flipping the pages. Secrets permeate. Hannah has plenty. Her late husband had oodles. In fact, it seems that everyone in this book is hiding something. This is, at heart, a Gothic novel. There are many elements of that form that pertain here. Usually a gothic story is set in a castle or an old mansion. A derelict asylum fits that bill nicely here. An atmosphere of mystery or suspense? Check. The question of whether Hannah is a murderer permeates, and she certainly seems to be in personal danger. Ancient prophecy or legend? – well, not so much directly. But if family history is portent, Granny’s being sent to an asylum for murder could very much be seen as a prophecy. A good gothic has omens, portents, or visions. Hearing dead hubs counts for sure. Supernatural or other inexplicable events. If hearing Graham is not enough she also sees the ghost of a dead client. High, overwrought emotion – yep, start to finish. Women in distress - Well, one in particular. Women threatened by a powerful, tyrannical male - Hannah was certainly dominated by Graham. So, in ticking off the shelves where Possession mighty fit in, be sure to add Gothic novel to the list. I found myself eager to return to reading Possession when I had been away. We do not have to love Hannah to see that she has been dealt some bad cards. We can also see that she is not the most straightforward, innocent person in the world. Can you be a victim, but also secretive and dishonest, yet still earn our sympathy? Apparently. Lowe keeps us guessing about whether the things Hannah experiences are manifestations of spectral presence or projections of her own guilt. So, bottom line is that I enjoyed the book, even while having some reservations. Murder, suspense, some back-stabbing, a bit of madness and ghostly presences? What’s not to like? People say motherhood brings it out in you: a need to protect your child that verges on madness. Review posted – December 11, 2020 Publication dates ----------January 26, 2021 (USA) - hardcover ----------April 15, 2021 (UK) hardcover under the title The Murder of Graham Catton I am supposed to put here “I received a free ARC of Possession by Katie Lowe from Macmillan in an exchange for an honest review.”But doesn’t that feel off, (wait, stop telling me what to write, ok) somehow? I mean thanks, and all. I am grateful, but (and no, you may not take control of my fingers, for any amount of time. Go, shoo, bugger off, get out of my head!) I am quite capable of producing a fair (sometimes even a poor) review without being inhabited by someone, or something else, ok. Now beat it! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, GR, Instagram, and FB pages Items of Interest -----An excerpt -----You might check out my review of While You Sleep for a list of gothic novel characteristics, or even the site where I found them, Virtual Salt -----55 Eltisley by Ted Hughes. This is the poem Graham is giving a lecture on in a quote cited in the review. The full text of the poem, not really a (view spoiler)[ 55 Eltisley Our first home has forgotten us. I saw when I drove past it How slight our lives had been To have left not a trace. When we first moved in there I looked for omens. Vacated by a widow gathered to her family All it told me was: ‘Her life is over.’ She had left the last blood of her husband Staining a pillow. Their whole story Hung- a miasma – round that stain. Senility’s odour. It had condensed Like a grease on the cutlery. It confirmed Your idea of England: part Nursing home, part morgue For something partly dying, partly dead. Just so the grease-grimed shelves, the tacky, dark walls Of the hutch of a kitchen revolted you Into a fury of scouring. I studied the blood. Was it mouth-blood, or ear-blood. Of the blood of a heal-wound, after some fall? I took possession before Anything of ours had reconditioned That crypt of old griefs and its stale gas Of a dead husband. I claimed our first home Alone and slept in it alone, Only trying not to inhale the ghost That clung on in the breath of the bed. His death and her bereavement Were the sole guests at our house-warming. We splurged ten pounds on a sumptuous Chesterfield Of Prussian blue velvet. Our emergency Kit of kitchen gadgets adapted That rented, abandoned, used-up grubbiness To the shipyard and ritual launching Of our expedition. One mirage Of the world as it is and has to be Seemed no worse than another. Already We were beyond the Albatross. You yourself were a whole Antarctic sea Between me and your girl-friends. You were pack-ice Between me and any possible mention Of my might-have-beens. I had accepted The meteorological phenomena That kept your compass steady. Like polar apparitions only Wendy And Dorothea, by being visionary Fairy godmothers, were forgiven their faces. I pitied your delirium of suspicion. Through the rainbow darkness I plodded, Following a clue of Patanjali Hand in hand we plodded. For me, that home Was our first camp, our first winter, Where I was happy to stare at a candle. For you, it was igloo comfort. Your Bell Jar centrally heated By a stupefying paraffin heater. But you were happy too, warming your hands At the crystal ball Of your heirloom paperweight. Inside it, There, in miniature, was your New England Christmas, A Mummy and a Daddy, still together Under the whirling snow, and our future. by Ted Hughes (hide spoiler)] ...more |
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| What was it about these steep, western, water-locked cities, Seattle, Spokane, San Francisco? All three I’d visited, and in all three, the money fl What was it about these steep, western, water-locked cities, Seattle, Spokane, San Francisco? All three I’d visited, and in all three, the money flowed straight uphill. It made me think of something I’d heard about the Orient, that water drained the opposite way there. Who wanted to live in a place where water spun backward or money flowed uphill. These towns that had no business being towns, straddling islands and bays and cliffs and canyons and waterfalls.--------------------------------------- It’s quite a thing when the world is upside down to hear someone say it don’t have to be—that a man could be paid enough to feed and house himself.The Cold Millions is a rollicking historical novel that focuses on the Free Speech Fight in Spokane, Washington, in 1909. We follow two brothers through this portrait of a seminal moment in the nation’s history, one that resonates with our world today. Gig (Gregory), 21, and Rye (Ryan) Dolan, 16, newly parentless itinerant laborers, are part of a wave of workers who travel to where the work is, following a recession that started with bank failures in the Panic of 1907. They woke on a ball field—bums, tramps, hobos, stiffs. Two dozen of them spread out on bedrolls and baskets in a narrow floodplain just below the skid, past taverns, tanners, and tents, shotgun shacks hung like hounds tongues over the Spokane River. Seasonal work over, they floated in from mines and farms and log camps, filled every flop and boardinghouse, slept in parks and alleys and the pavilions of traveling preachers, and, on the night just past, this abandoned ball field, its infield littered with itinerants, vagrants, floaters, Americans.Spokane was one of the boom towns of the era. Workers from across the country headed there looking for work of any sort, in logging, mining, and agriculture. The city was a portal to the West with multiple train lines passing through on their routes to Seattle and other points west. Of course, wherever there is opportunity there is also exploitation. Getting any of those jobs required workers to go through “job sharks.” Many businesses offered job leads in return for a dollar. The sharks would split the fee with foremen, and workers would be let go a few weeks later, then have to pay again for another short-term job. They also had to pay for their own food, housing, and medical treatment should they be injured on the job. Work days extended to 12, even 15 hours. It was insane. [image] Jess Walter - image from PBS The local police, headed by Acting Police Chief John T. Sullivan, (a historical person from the time) made a regular practice of chasing out of town folks who had come there just looking for work, regarding them as undesirables. Thus the Wobblies, the International Workers of the World, the IWW. It was a growing union, eager to change working conditions for working people. The muckety-mucks in town and their tools in city government were none too happy about this, so had laws passed making any assembly of more than three people for public speaking or organizing illegal, with, of course, dispensation for churches and approved gatherings. The Wobblies decided to challenge this, staging the first of their Free Speech Fights. They would flood the city with union members. As soon as one soapbox speaker would be arrested, another would take his place. The idea was to overwhelm the city’s capacity, and negotiate for an end to the job sharks, and improved working conditions for the stiffs. [image] This postcard of a 1911 Spokane street helped inspire the novel - Image from Inlander Magazine Gig and Rye get caught up in (well, Gig was actually a union member and active participant in the operation, so not really caught up, so much as involved in) the impending class warfare mayhem. Gig also gets caught up with Ursula the Great, a vaudeville performer whose act includes a live cougar, and her in a state of undress. She offers more than mere physical assets, though. Ursula is one smart and tough cookie. Rye finds himself smitten with a woman of a very different sort. Elizabeth Gurley Flynn gets a considerable amount of screen time. A real historical figure, Gurley is one of several Walter incorporates into the story. We get a good look at her personal history and a strong sense of what a force of nature she was. A labor organizer with the IWW, Gurley was a gifted orator with a talent for speaking to working people. A hardened veteran by the time she arrives in Spokane, she is 19 years old, married and pregnant. The battle is engaged. Owners versus workers, free speech versus police oppression, non-violence versus beatings and murder, a prego firebrand and crowd favorite on the spot. Enough drama for ya? [image] Elizabeth Gurley Flynn – image from DrShute.com In addition to Ursula and Gurley, Walter has filled the tale with a remarkable supporting cast. An oily billionaire sort, Lemuel Brand, weaves his webs, seeking to manipulate where possible, control where he can, a Mister Potter with a slicker façade. Del Dalveaux, an erstwhile Pinkerton, a Scot, and an alcoholic with a colorful vocabulary, using words unlikely to be heard on this side of the Atlantic all that much, is now contracting as a hit man. As I was doing research into Pinkertons, I came across James McPartland, who was probably the most famous Pinkerton detective of all time. Reading how many of these were from England and Scotland sent me on this sort of trail of creating a character who would speak in these sort of late 19th century, early 20th century British detectivisms. So I was reading about detective fiction and things and coming across the most wonderful phrases and Del announces himself, arriving in Spokane by train, saying “Spokane gave me the morbs,“ morbs being a morbid feeling, a sense of unease… Some of the things that Del said were some of my favorite things to write in the book. - from the Northwest Passages interviewWalter sees Del as a missing link between cowboy fiction and detective fiction, between the western and the noir. He is a pretty dark sort, and is great fun to read. [image] Scene in a Municipal courtroom at arraignment of IWW Free Speech “rioters” - Image from libcom.org Another colorful sort is Early Reston who falls in with Gig and Rye, and engages in some violence on their behalf when they are set upon by a mob while sleeping in a ball field. ”…while I appreciate what you did back there, as long as you’re traveling with us I ask that you abide the I.W.W.’s code of nonviolence.”Early is an interesting, if somewhat opaque character, leaving us always wondering what is really going on with him. [image] Acting Police chief John T. Sullivan – image from DrShute.com There is resonance from the situation in 1909 with today and with the sixties. Walter uses a 100-year frame for his tale, looking back from 1909, and forward to still living characters in 1964. The youth and passion of his leads is mirrored in the youth and passion of the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s, and is echoed again in the Black Lives Matter movement of today. I did know from the beginning that I was writing about something that bedevils our culture right now, which is the massive gap between the wealthiest and the poorest. Billionaires in America made two trillion dollars during the pandemic. You’re living in a broken economic system when that happens. In 1909 the economic system was horribly broken… When I realized my characters were named Ryan and Gregory, I gave them the nicknames Gig and Rye, which to me was a wry nod at the gig economy that we live in now. The idea that driving for Lyft or delivering and being your own boss, having no health care, in many ways we have created an economy that mirrors 1909. We’re not climbing on trains and jumping off them to find work. But we still aren’t providing basic needs for a lot of people who are slipping further and further. - from the Northern Passages interviewWalter enjoys planting in his books references to other works. Jack London gets a brief shoutout, while War and Peace permeates. The brothers both spend time reading it. The structure of this book matches the structure of that one, with four sections and an epilogue. It mirrors as well a warts-and-all look at both the uppers and lowers. Lemuel Brand, as one might expect, comes in for an expected harsh look, but the labor leaders and more supportable lesser sorts are seen through a critical lens as well. Weaknesses are shown. Difficult moral choices are made. [image] Lower Spokane Falls – c 1909 - image from CousinSamBlogspot.com While the underlying social commentary may be clear, it would not be effectively delivered if the plot were leaden or the characters unrelatable. Suffice it to say that as he shows us the details of the time, the tail end of the Gilded Age, Walter keeps things moving along quite nicely. There is violence aplenty here, enough to satisfy fans of westerns, intrigue, mystery (this centers around a murder that takes place in the prologue) betrayals, bravery, high ideals, low character, and heroics. I did not find Rye, the main character, particularly dynamic. He is the eyes through which we witness events. He seems to stumble through the story, pushed and pulled by the forces around him, although he does find himself in a troubling moral quandary. He is relatable for being a good person forced to make difficult choices. He is also relatable for his embrace of the opportunity to learn. There is a wonderful scene in which Rye walks into the Carnegie library, and has an experience like Dorothy opening the door of her house once it has touched down in Oz. He learns also some of what the world is really about when he get a first-hand look at how the one percent live. He flushed with sadness, as if every moment of his life were occurring all at once—his sister dying in childbirth, his mother squirming in that one room flop, poor Danny [his late brother] sliding between wet logs, Gig in jail, and [a fellow worker] dead—and how many more? All people, except this rich cream, living and scraping and fighting and dying, and for what, nothing, the cold millions with no chance in this world.Gig is an idealist, but with some significant personal issues. Also a good person, Gig is brave and steadfast in opposing the dark side. A very working-class guy, but with intellectual curiosity, an autodidact, comfortable discussing Rousseau and Tolstoy, as well as more mundane concerns. But the sparks really fly when the secondary characters take the stage. Del Dalveaux, Ursula the Great, Early Reston, Gurley, Lem. One of the main characters is Spokane, Walter’s home, a boom town trying to define itself, rich with opportunity and corruption, containing great wealth and vast deprivation. Details of the town at the time make it come alive, both as a place that was physically dangerous yet artistically exciting. And on top of all that, there is a fair bit of humor sprinkled in, some of the LOL variety. Much needed and appreciated in this tale of a dark time. Jess Walter is a writer in the top tier of American letters. The Cold Millions, his ninth novel, is a worthy addition to his oeuvre, engaging, moving, action-packed, informative, fun, and with a 3D depth that is ever so satisfying to take in. One can only hope that millions get to read this outstanding book. Those who miss it will very certainly be left out in the cold. A bum wanders and drinks Review first posted – November 6, 2020 Publication dates ----------October 3, 2020 - hardcover ----------September 28, 2021 - trade paperback ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved the EXTRA STUFF segment of the review to the comments section directly below. [image] ...more |
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| You expect a glove in a melting snow mound. Three days later we realized it was a hand. - The Barrow Wight The human fang is unique in that we use it t You expect a glove in a melting snow mound. Three days later we realized it was a hand. - The Barrow Wight The human fang is unique in that we use it to bite not only one another but ourselves. - Joy, and Other Poisons There’s plenty of ways to manipulate the man you love, and most of them you learn by watching. - Carbon FootprintSo, really, what are the sources of nightmares, small or large? Well, the big ones are fairly obvious, war, plague, violence against one’s person, violence against one’s loved ones, death, serious illness, serious pain, loss of functionality, or body parts, being cut off from those we love, being cut off from everyone, the loss of freedom, the loss of hope, being unable to communicate, and plenty more. We do not really need immortal serial killers, witches, zombie apocalypses, hungry great-white sharks or dark-hearted supernatural or alien creatures to give us the chills. In stories, they often stand in, though, for the horrors we face (or assiduously avoid) in real life. Like Invasion of the Body Snatchers as a metaphor for the dread of Communism, for example, in the 1950s. There is plenty of that here. [image] Editor Lincoln Michel - image from his site Still, there is a generic element that tends to frighten, the unnatural. We are used to a world that operates by certain rules, that fulfills general expectations, that usually sticks to certain norms. Up is up. Down is down. The sun rises and sets. You know, normal. The creepiness of the unnatural is a frequent element in horror stories. (as well as in the real-world unnaturalness of our current political reality). [image] Editor Nadxieli Nieto - image from House of Speakeasy I always thought a sleeping nightmare only counted as such if one was startled to wakefulness by the dream. Turns out, not so much, at least according to the definition below. What level of fear is required for a dream to cross over to nightmare from simply, scary? This from Lexico.com 1) a frightening or unpleasant dreamTurns out it is a fairly common experience. A nightmare is simply something that sucks, which puts many of us afloat in a sea of suckitude. Which would be a really awful way to talk about this collection, which most definitely does not suck. [image] The Nightmare - by John Henry Fuseli – 1781 – image from Wikipedia There are some stories in which the protagonist has unpleasant, or at least decidedly strange, experiences while asleep. But most are awake for their adventures. “Terrifying or very unpleasant experience” definitely covers many of the stories here. Some very definitely have to do with people who are difficult to deal with. Tiny Nightmares, with forty-two stories of 1500 words or less, offers a wide swath of tale types from which to choose. They take place in a range of locales, from bars to shops at sea, from the oceanfront to the desert, from a police station to a museum, from other planets to other dimensions, to horrible places where one might flee to escape the even greater horror of reality. There are plenty of the monsters here that one might expect to unsettle our rest, shape-changers, witches, a demon, a many-mouthed reptilian, a vampire, werewolf, and ghosts, among others, as well as situations or environments that are decidedly unnatural. But most are of the very human sort. Pogo famously said, “We have met the enemy and he is us.” It might as easily be said that we have seen the face of true horror, staring back at us from a mirror. There are many stories among the forty-two that reflect real-world, reality based-fears. In what is perhaps the most chilling, a trio of cops lead us to recall incredible deaths of prisoners in custody. A potential rapist lets his potential victim know just how vulnerable she is. A potential murderer lets his next victim, a gay man, know he is coming for him, and knows his secrets. A killer leaves parts to be found, and leads us to wonder if one was enough. Eco-terrorists practice a dark (and particularly inefficient) form of population control. There are many stories in here in which we are presented with a situation, and offered no resolution. If you are looking for beginning-middle-end narratives with wrapped up endings, you might find a few here, but there are many more that present wonderful concepts, scary concepts. The short story is often just a delivery mechanism for an idea or an image. In longer pieces we have a much greater opportunity to develop a feeling for a character or characters, and it is that relationship, the ability to see ourselves in a character’s situation, that usually makes a dark outcome scary. That is very tough to accomplish with stories that allow only up to 1500 words in which to create, and connect readers with, a made-up person while also presenting the notion. So ideas rule here. There is O-Henryian irony, biting social criticism, some really bad parenting, less than wonderful marriages, and of course, there are a few stories for which you might do a Lewis Black jowl-shake finishing with a “huh?” Overall, though, this is a fascinating collection. Not, for me, all that frightening, but, if you have read my previous reviews of horror books, you know that I have a particularly high bar for scary. I even wonder sometimes if maybe I am missing one of the usual DNA bits that encourages one to keep the lights on overnight after a masterfully terrifying read. Maybe. Dunno. But that said, a few in here did give me chills, the images having planted themselves into my dodgy memory. If you are a fan of the genre, Tiny Nightmares should do quite nicely. And if you are a fan of flash fiction (presuming the 1500 word count limit qualifies. I know for some it is 1000) it is a double win. So, if you are a reader with the eeeeeeek!!!!! genes I lack, you can probably look forward to some large nightmares, just in time for Halloween. Review first posted – October 23, 2020 Publication date – October 13, 2020 I received a copy of Tiny Nightmares from Catapult in return for a fear-free review. [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to editor Lincoln Michel’s personal, Twitter, Instagram and FB pages Links to Nadxieli Nieto’s’s Twitter and GR pages In the STORIES section below, in Comment #1, there are links to almost all the authors, and you will find a few of the stories linked as well, so you can take in a small sample of the product. I would not want to a miss this obvious opportunity for a bit of self-promotion, so offer the following horror stories by moi for your consideration. -----The Hand - definitely of flash length, coming in under 500 words -----Page Turner is a wee bit longer coming in at around 9K Oops - in 2022, GR discontinued hosting its stories section, so these items are no longer available on line. Maybe by next Halloween I will have found a suitable host for them. ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. 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| This was the contradiction that would define me for years, my attempt to secure undiluted solitude and my swift betrayal of this effort once in the This was the contradiction that would define me for years, my attempt to secure undiluted solitude and my swift betrayal of this effort once in the spotlight of an interested man. I was pretending not to worry about the consequences of my isolation. But whenever I talked to anyone, I found myself overcompensating for the atrophy of my social muscles.Edie is mostly alone in the world. A 23 year-old black orphan trying to be seen, to be found, while trying to find herself as well. She may not be going about this in the best way possible, sleeping with far too many of her workmates, for example. …I have not had too much success with men. This is not a statement of self-pity. This is just a statement of the facts. Here’s a fact: I have great breasts, which have warped my spine. More facts: my salary is very low. I have trouble making friends, and men lose interest in me when I talk…Eric is different.In several ways, in fact, not just that he recognizes the clitoris as more than a fictional body part, that he attends to Edie like an actual person and not merely as a sperm receptacle. He shares his personal history with her, and inquires into hers. What else? Oh, he is white, exactly twice her age, and in an open marriage. (Does that mean nicely ventilated or full of holes?) [image] Raven Leilani - image from Interview Magazine One of the appeals here is how Edie talks about the world she sees around her like Margaret Mead in Samoa, describing the mating habits of the contemporary office worker. It does get numbing a bit as the body count continues to grow. But her observations of the wider world have a sharp comedic edge. To sex up the brand, they invited a popular chef, known for his radical liquid nitrogen ice cream, to write a cookbook. Except then his wife went missing and someone found her frozen foot.While the bike onslaught was not part of the scene when I was driving a yellow cab in Manhattan, (before dedicated lanes) Leilani captures the terror and the energy of midtown traffic, from personal experience: ...the bike lanes in Manhattan already terrifying at 11:00 am, filled with delivery boys and girls who jet into traffic with fried rice and no reason to live.It can be a bit of a problem, though, when you look at the world and your own life as if having an out of body experience, hovering at the ceiling, watching the goings on, while not really experiencing the feelings your own body skin and bones are having down there. Here’s a fact: Her lively social life at work results in her having to find another job. Margaret Mead is back on the case, describing the apocalypse that is the job market for twenty-somethings in New York City, hell, in the NY metro area, and probably the rest of the world too. There are some dark LOL visions to be had here. Try applying for a job at a clown school. Delivering food and miscellaneous by bike in Manhattan. Sometimes pretty funny, but also offering a taste of the desperation Edie is going through, a sample of millennial work life for young black women, even when the work one is seeking is purely of the work-to-live, rather than the live-to-work sort. Toiling to get by so you can do what you really want after hours, in Edie’s case, painting. That was important to me. Don't get me wrong; I have a real soft spot for books that are just about relationships. I love that. But there's always a different kind of engagement and love I feel for writing that involves the dimension of work. That's actually what we spend most of our lives doing. I wanted to talk about how work and art have a symbiotic, but also adversarial relationship. You need money to live and eat, and then to make art, but the job you have can become the thing making it so that you cannot do any living, because you've spent that bandwidth trying to live. I’ve felt that so deeply in my own life, and in the lives of so many women I know. - from Esquire interviewEdie truly being an artist reflects the author's life, as she intended to be a visual artist, but concluded that she was just not quite good enough to make it in that field, so shifted to other things. And then she meets Eric’s wife, Rebecca, in Eric’s home, in suburban New Jersey. To add to the mix, Edie is, at this point evicted, out of work, and desperate for a place to live. Rebecca invites her to move in. And if that is not complication enough, this open-relationship-minded couple have adopted a black girl, Akila, and it is as if a black Mary Poppins has dropped in on the East Wind to offer some insight the white suburban parents are simply not equipped to provide. Spit spot. They bond over, among other things, concerns about being kicked out, neither being in a particularly secure situation. The opening of the book is jarring, as Edie is portrayed as sexually promiscuous, which is off-putting, for me certainly, although entertainingly depicted, but once past it, that particular cringe factor fades. The story shifts to the very strange dynamic between Edie and Rebecca, and the very warm dynamic between Edie and Akila, Eric fading into the background. Here’s a fact: Edie is not the nicest person. I almost lose a seat to a woman who gets on at Union Square, but luckily her pregnancy slows her down.The rawness of her character is a major feature. The filter is off. She is not pretending to us the readers that she is a paragon, in contrast to how she has to pretend, to adjust, maybe to manipulate in order to survive in the work world. There is also a feel for some atavistic superstition, She wasn’t simply unphotogenic. She was bare in a way that film betrayed so dramatically that she became grotesque.as if maybe the camera was capable of capturing the soul, but in contemporary America, not Samoa. Edie’s painting is an attempt to capture the life in which she finds herself, as well as a life she has left. Sometimes Luster is sad, I ask my customers to confirm my name, at times to be sure I have the right address, but mostly just to hear the sound.Edie’s loneliness is on display in an uncaring world. Being black and having to deal with police gets a brief look. Nothing unusual here. This is just the way it is. Are we done? Can I get up now? Can I go? Combined with a dose of despair. …the truth is that when the officer had his arm pressed into my neck, there was a part of me that felt like, all right. Like, fine. Because there will always be a part of me that is ready to die.One thing about this book is that if you are reading it like a normal human, and are not constantly stopping to look up references and taking copious notes, (or battling numerous cats for desk space) it is a pretty fast read. But it merits taking it slowly. There is so much going on in this content-rich short novel, a density likelier to be found in work by more experienced writers. Entertaining, eye-opening, penetrating, observant, and a display of considerable power. Here’s a fact: A screaming loud entry of a major new voice in the literary landscape, Luster is no gentle sheen, but a dazzling, sparkling rookie triumph, and Raven Leilani is a heavenly flower of a new writer. Review posted – October 16, 2020 Publication date – August 4, 2020 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and GR pages Interviews -----Interview Magazine - Raven Leilani Wants to Write About Sex in a Way “That’s Ugly” by Lauren Joseph -----Elle - Raven Leilani Is Your New Favorite Novelist by Roxanne Fequiere -----The Rumpus - Against Respectability: A Conversation with Raven Leilani by Monet Patrice Thomas -----Esquire - Portrait of the Artist as a Young Black Woman: A Conversation With Raven Leilani By Adrienne Westenfeld -----Bookpage - Raven Leilani On her stunning debut: ‘Desire and powerlessness create a combustible byproduct’ by Cat, Deputy Editor Items of Interest by the author -----Esquire - When I Left My Faith, I Went to Comic Con -----Cosmonauts Avenue - Hard Water ...more |
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It dripped gingerbread and confused the eye with its many gables and dormers. - from Sandcastles I felt an unexplained, strange vibe about this place, but couldn’t understand why. - from The Stumpville AffairOut in time for the holidays, Exhumed offers a baker’s dozen short stories of the horror persuasion, introduced by GR Hall-of-Famer, Jeffrey Keeten, at long last bringing in a few shekels for his top-tier writing skills. I included a link in EXTRA STUFF to a video of JK reading his intro. The stories range from scary monsters to scary humans, from ghosts to werewolves, covering many subjects familiar in horror; revenge, guilt, comeuppance, dark prophecy, inexplicable imprisonment by a faceless jailer, madness, magical objects, magical power, and possession. It all begins with a Yuletide tale. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, well, until, that is, the persistent whisperings began echoing down the flue every year, only to vanish on the 26th. I still enjoy reading The Polar Express to my [image] David Yurkovish - editor of the collection, looking like he just got away with something awful The collection features a handful of stories having to do with the beach, or aqueous locales, which summons to mind a bit of scariness of my own. When I found a body on the beach, while out walking my golden retriever, Bloch, just this summer past, there was a moment when I was uncertain. Did we just find him there, or had I put him there? That cut across the neck certainly did look like one of mine, although I do not usually engage in such antics so close to home. I will definitely have to check the cutlery at home, make sure everything is clean. One of the downsides of getting older. Some things just slip past, ya know? The sea certainly offers up some terrors of its own, like encroaching surf, restless dead, or relentless reminders of things we’d rather forget, for example. In Darkness, Lost brings us two brothers who are trapped by a seemingly seamless vessel on the beach, but have no idea what it is or how to get out. The Sandcastle offers a look at what can remain and A lifetime ago, I used to ride the PATH train between Manhattan and Newark, passing factories of unknown sort in the unpopulated marshland between. One factory, when all lit up, particularly at night, seemed to me a fascinating image of a post-apocalyptic hell. I can’t be sure what I saw--because, ya know, me a bit sleepy heading home from work, darkness, moving train, with a bit of bouncing, interior light reflecting off the windows--but I could have sworn at least one of the flames arcing out of that place took on a human form, and headed toward the tracks. It was only the one time. I never saw it again. I only worked in Newark for a year, so did not have much opportunity for a repeat. I’m sure it was nothing. I am sure you have had the experience of falling asleep on a bus, a train, or even as a passenger in a car, and waking up to find yourself seeing a strange sight, or maybe being in a strange place. In Violet’s Blossoms, Jessica emerges from an unpleasant dream on a bus to debark in Shadow Hills. The name of the town says it all. Yea, though I walk through the Valley of Shadow Hills, I will fear no evil. Well, maybe you should, and thanks for the flowers. I loved how the author used scent to convey the range of emotional content. Small towns and/or suburbs site several of the tales. Well, The Doggone Ghost, set in a department store, could be in a city, I suppose, but I picture it more in an older suburb. In addition to Violet’s Blossoms, noted above, The Stumpville Affair takes place in upstate New York. The locale in Teacher’s Pets seemed small townish and Mirror, Mirror takes place 30 miles outside Austin. The Seamstress is set in a “grimy mill town in western Pennsylvania.” No manifestations of urbophobia or polisophobia here. We all know small towns are much more terrifying than big cities. The only real touch of city is in The Stumpville Affair, in which the occult PIs are based in 1930s Manhattan, although the action takes place elsewhere. But that is not why this one is my favorite in the collection. I love the two lead characters, who are both special in different ways. They have class, style, and toss in cultural and historical references that give the story not only a temporal anchor but racial piquance. My first thought on finishing this one, just a few days past the Harvest Moon, was that it had the heft and the bones to be a fabulous series, when lo and behold, a quick google search revealed plenty more tales with these two. Toss in some physical mayhem of the ripped-to-bits sort, and some hostile locals, including a young thing with a wicked heater, and keep an eye out, particularly during that special time of month. You never know what might be staring at you with red eyes from the cover of darkness. You can find the author, James Goodridge, at Who Gives You the Write on Facebook. But forget sneaking up on him. I am sure his senses are much too sensitive to allow that. One nice touch in Exhumed is that all the authors are at least 40 years old, or as I might call them, whipper-snappers. Sorry, I did not get many chills, well, ok, maybe a few. That is par for the course for me. It is the rare piece of horror writing that can make the gray hairs on my arms, and far too many other places on my chia-pet body, stand and salute. Things political, and maybe involving ex-wives, are likelier to give me serious shivers. There were stories that were uplifting, that left me eager to read more from that author. Some made me smile. Is it ok for horror stories to do that, or does it say something about me? But really, who doesn’t enjoy some high-octane well-deserved come-uppance? Some offer excellent atmospherics and there are enough surprises to keep you reading. So, even if you do not leave the lights on after reading Exhumed, it remains an engaging, fun read, and, since you are not me, it might just scare the bejesus out of you. Exhumed is the first horror collection published by Gravelight Press, a new imprint of indie publisher Devil’s Party Press, based in Delaware. It was definitely a fun, season-appropriate read, and a quick one, too, at 154 pages. I hope they can dig up some more material and give it a jolt, with someone providing the mandatory scream of “It’s Alive!” Gravelight Press provided a review copy in return for a post mortem that did not assail them while they were sleeping. ============================THE STORIES …And All the Trimmings by J.C. Raye An everyman is remade into a stand-in for the big guy, and learns some things about Christmas he had never suspected. Violet’s Blossoms by Josephine Queen Definitely not Zuzu’s petals. A young woman gets off the bus at the wrong stop and finds herself in a mostly boarded up town, with one shop in particular that draws her in, and finds there unwanted reminders of a pain-filled past. The Doggone Ghost by Bernie Brown Payback’s a ghostly bitch for a suit salesman in a department store. Cleanup in Men’s clothing. The Stumpville Affair by James Goodridge Occult PIs on the job in upstate New York after one of the residents is ripped to bits by a werewolf. Howlingly good. Teacher’s Pets by Linda Rumney A dull-as-dishwater teacher is pursued by a divorcee who interests him not at all. He has a large secret, and prefers his privacy. In Darkness, Lost by Bayne Northern Reminiscent of Andy Weir’s Annie’s Day, two brothers, mysteriously trapped inside a large, seamless vessel while at the beach, try to find their way to freedom. Mirror, Mirror by Ellie Cooper A magic mirror found at an auction house outside Austin shows more than mere reflection. The Dark Augur by Elizabeth Vegvary A woman recalls a traumatic incident from her youth, one that included a dire prophecy. The Sandcastle by David W. Dutton A troubled family finds that even the most well-off lives can turn to sand. Waves by Robin Hill-Page Glanden Guilt over losing a child generates a lifetime of dark visions. Mr. Gibb’s Banner Year by Heidi J. Lobecker A nebbishy teacher is tasked with stepping in to coach the boys’ football team, but is haunted by the team’s erstwhile, and late, championship coach. The Sea Cemetery by Andrea Goyan A desperate refugee family face a hauntingly roiling sea as they struggle to reach Greece. The Seamstress by Russell Reece An abusive husband finds himself at the mercy of the woman he’d mistreated for decades. I was reminded of Olivia de Haviland in The Heiress, having learned so well from her afflicters. Review posted – October 9, 2020 Publication date – August 11, 2020 =============================EXTRA STUFF Items of Interest -----Jeff Keeten reads the Introduction -----Gravelight Press is an imprint of Devil’s Party Press ...more |
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