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| …she told about the coming resurrection, when our dead would rise from their graves and walk the Westside streets. …she told about the coming resurrection, when our dead would rise from their graves and walk the Westside streets.You can’t keep a good man down, or, apparently, a bad one. There seem to be some issues on the Westside around the dearly departed staying that way. Gilda Carr, the PI who found herself in some very strange sorts of peril in the 2019 release, Westside, that entailed a near civil war in the city, and a connection to a very strange place, is back for another go. The reimagined 1921 Westside of Manhattan from the first book remains extremely odd in 1922. Originally, Westside was imagined as a straight mystery, but as I found myself writing the early chapters, it occurred to me that the street scenes I was writing felt eerily empty. I wondered why that might be, and gradually (over the course of two or three very painful drafts) evolved the concept of a city where the Westside is desolate and isolated and the Eastside is vastly overcrowded. - from the Bidwell Hollow interviewIt still has a three story fence separating East from West, and some unusual characteristics that differ between the two sides. Things mechanical tend to fare poorly on the Western side, guns included, and the local flora tends to grow at an accelerated rate. Well, add one more touch of weirdness, as the Byrd family, long time cleric sorts, who spend considerable time and effort aiding the unfortunate, have been promising their parishioners, and any who will listen, that they will be holding a revivification lottery. Come on down to their place of worship, The Electric Church, buy a chance, and maybe your special passed-on-person can be brought back from the other side. Electric Resurrection they call it. Cash only. [image] W.M. Akers – image from Chapter16.org Gilda smells a rat. This is a bit much, even for the Westside, despite the strangeness she encountered first-hand in the first Westside book. As usual, she takes on a tiny case, looking for a very specific color for Enoch Byrd, a member of that clerical family, to which Byrd’s mother adds a search for the missing relic of a saint that was kept at their church. But Gilda’s small investigations tend to grow into epic life and death struggles, so of course… A notorious preacher has returned. Apparently, at about the same time, a woman has as well. A woman who somehow finds her way to Gilda’s home, looking for help, a woman who is all of twenty-one years of age, a woman with a keen wit and a driving, acerbic personality, a woman trying to find out what has happened to her boyfriend, who’d mysteriously disappeared, a woman who happens to be Gilda’s late mother, Mary Hall, nicely fitted out with amnesia and a wardrobe that seems a bit out of date. Insert Louis Black double take here, complete with bouncing jowls. So, where the first book in this series centered to a large degree around Gilda’s relationship with her father, this one focuses on her maternal lineage. There is a third book in the works. One wonders if more family members will be called on in that one. I can certainly imagine a successful Westside series volume some years down the line bringing in cousins once-removed. Gilda decides it is best to keep their future relationship under wraps for the moment, to better allow the two of them to work together. Well, working together may be putting it too kindly, as Mary keeps dragging Gilda about and complaining about her near total uselessness. How Gilda endures her returned mother, while trying to keep her from awareness of their relationship is a wonderful bit of fun. It is quite clear that Akers loves New York. But he is not exactly a native. I was born and raised in Nashville, Tenn. As early as six, I remember wanting to live in New York City—this probably had something to do with obsessive rewatching of Home Alone 2 and the fact that Eloise was one of my favorite childhood reads. Even after I learned that living in New York usually doesn’t mean life at the Plaza Hotel, I was infatuated with the city, where I moved for college in 2006… One of the many reasons why I’m thrilled to continue working on the Gilda Carr series is to give me a chance to hang out with my own imagined version of New York—where, coincidentally, the rent is very low. - from the Bidwell Hollow interviewLike many erstwhile New Yorkers, he was driven out by the excessive cost of living there, and now makes his home in Philadelphia, no doubt at a more brotherly rent. The visuals are great fun, as in volume one. One drinking establishment, Berk’s Third Floor, lacks electricity and heat, and operates in a building from which a considerable portion of the exterior structure has disappeared. Be careful where you step. It does, however, offer alcohol, a substance unavailable on the East side. Another, The Basement Club, operates underground, barely, offering a novel way to purchase the only drink in the house. I paid my nickel and cupped my hands under the hose, slurping up whatever didn’t run through my fingers. I wiped my hands on the patron to my left, who was glassy with drink, his mouth stained bloody by the beet red liquor.Local color abounds, tending toward the bluish, from the tiny mystery of Gilda trying to find a very specific shade of blue for a client, to an eldritch, and seemingly far too coherent, stream of crackling blue light that has peculiar qualities, to the color of one’s lips as winter takes its toll. That special bridge comes into play, as does the Roebling family, bridge builders of note, who might not be thrilled with their portrayal here. Unpleasant winter weather plays a role, as the tough winter at the beginning of the book takes a turn for the historical towards the end, in its level of cold, wind, snow, and misery. We get a further taste of the deep corruption that flows through the Westside, and a look at the source of some of that corruption, on the Eastside. [image] Brooklyn Bridge during a major blizzard – image from Wikipedia The cast of supporting characters is colorful and marvelous, as in Westside. Akers has succeeded in merging history, fantasy, and mystery, to concoct a wonderful take on old and imagined New York, and placing within it a compelling whodunit. There are very few saints in the Westside (any Westside without Zabar’s is decidedly unholy anyway), although there is one Cherub. Gilda will certainly not be offering herself for canonization, but you will enjoy hanging out with her. If you are fond of being transported (in a good way) to a strange but familiar place, crave a bit of mystery, and enjoy it all served with a chilled bowl of fantasy, you have come to the right place. Westside Saints is an infernally fun read. All I want is to help people—give them food, shelter, a midwife, a chance. But all that costs a hell of a lot of money, and crime is the only thing that pays. Review posted – May 8, 2020 Publication date – May 5, 2020 ----------May 5, 2020 - hardcover ----------April 13, 2021 - trade paperback =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and Twitter pages and to his very fun newsletter, Strange Times Interviews - came across very little pertaining specifically to book #2 -----Harper Voyager - Live with W.M. Akers on Westside - Angela Craft -----Bidwell Hollow - W.M. Akers Dives Into a Divided New York City in His Debut Novel by Nicholas Barron My review of the first book in the series, Westside Items of Interest -----New Yok Times – March 13, 1888 - In A Blizzard’s Grasp -----Akers produces a newsletter/site that explores the weirdest news of 1921, one day at a time - Strange Times - check it out -----Crimereads.com - Tiny Mysteries From the Files of the New York Times - an intro to the above by the author with some fun samples -----John A. Roebling - designer of the Brooklyn Bridge ----- There is a Roebling Museum, but it is located in neither Brooklyn nor Manhattan, where one might expect it, but in Roebling, NJ, about 70 miles (about a three hour drive) from the bridge that brought them global renown. Of course, the Roeblings were involved in the construction of many bridges, including the Golden Gate. ...more |
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| …we can never run with our lies indefinitely. Sooner or later we are forced to confront their darkness. We can choose the when not the if. And the …we can never run with our lies indefinitely. Sooner or later we are forced to confront their darkness. We can choose the when not the if. And the longer we wait, the more painful and uncertain it will be.This is a stunning work of surpassing beauty! [image] Tomasz Jedrowski - image from Interview Magazine Ludwik Glowaki did not fit in. Communist Poland in the 1980s. A period when the old regime was beginning to crumble. A time when being gay was a criminal offense. Ludwik, living in New York City, looks back at a life that is still young, remembers his first crush, on an older, more developed boy, one he came close to kissing, and certainly loved. But Beniek did not fit in either, for different reasons, and one day he mysteriously disappears. As a teen, Ludwik has a fleeting sexual experience. But when he is 22, he is sent to a typical communist re-education summer camp, to learn about peasant, farming life, riding with his schoolfriend Karolina. Over their four years in college she had introduced him to a variety of influences, Simone de Beauvoir. Milosz, Szymborska, Kapuscinski, and others. This is how I lived back then—through books. I locked myself into their stories, dreamt of their characters at night, pretended to be them. They were my armor against the hard edges of reality. I carried them with me wherever I went, like a talisman in my pocket, thinking of them as almost more real than the people around me, who spoke and lived in denial, destined, I thought, to never do anything worth recounting.Walking one day by the river near the camp, he sees a young man swimming, Janusz. They strike up a friendship, with Janusz encouraging Ludwik to step deeper and deeper into the water until he is swimming, in a clear sexual metaphor. Some people, some events, make you lose your head. They’re like guillotines, cutting your life in two, the dead and the alive, the before and after.While Janusz becomes Ludwik’s great love, they find themselves on opposite shores politically, as Janusz has made his peace with the existing power structure and wants to work his way up within it. Ludwik knows that he can never be himself in such a system and wants to pull Janusz away from what he sees as moral peril, but he is still living in a corrupt system, and sometimes compromise is unavoidable. A central literary element is James Baldwin’s groundbreaking novel, Giovanni’s Room. Ludwik gives it to Janusz to read, and it forms part of the bond between them, as they both relate to Baldwin’s protagonist, his struggles with sexual identity, and his ability to survive in a hostile society, with the freedom to be who he is, or without it. It felt as if the words and thoughts of the narrator—despite their agony, despite their pain—healed some of my agony and my pain, simply by existing.Freedom of diverse sorts is considered. It is clear that in this very corrupt society, the in-group, the party faithful, the party operatives, have much more freedom to do as they please than the rest of society. But this requires that they themselves become corrupt, (presuming they did not start out that way) overlook clear cases of governmental thievery or incompetence, taking excess material benefits for themselves, while others endure rationing and shortages. Questions of freedom extend to what subjects are considered politically appropriate for graduate school theses. Even the ability to get a seat in graduate school can be curtailed by a less-gifted student with a more powerful political connection. Freedom of movement can be constrained by corrupt officials in charge of granting passports. Everywhere you turn there are barriers to freedom, the freedom to love who you want, or the absence of it, obviously being central. My life was a tiny narrow corridor with no doors leading off it, a tunnel so narrow it bruised my elbows, with only one way to go. That or the void I told myself. That or leave.Jedrowski captures this beautifully, contrasting the stark differences between the decadence of those considered more equal than others, their access to materials and services, their condescension, with the meager existence of working people. Some people have little or no access to needed medical help, for example, while for others it is only a phone call away. Swimming and water imagery flows through this very brief novel, deepening when the two young men go on a post-camp holiday to a sylvan place that features a secluded lake. Throwing a fish back into a river later in the book taps the imagery to a different purpose. The oppressive gray, wintry, city is contrasted with the gentle, beautiful, blue-sky countryside, where love has a much freer rein, untrammeled by the heavy weight of urbanization. More contrasts present as workers organize and protest, but military forces beat them down. Freedom may be worth fighting for, but it will exact a heavy cost. Jedrowski captures the passion of young love, the intensity of growing into adulthood with its moral challenges and demands for compromise, and the struggle of coming to grips with a society that is both daunting and crumbling. The undercurrent of fear and oppression, and the prospect of imminent civil war is palpable. It rained for days on end. The drops drummed onto the rooftops and hammered the streets. Thunder growled like the anger of our forefathers. It felt like the city was under attack, like the city and its streets might begin to give way, dissolve, its life flowing into the Wisla and out into the cold depths of the sea.There have been many great books, great romances, set in times of political turmoil. Doctor Zhivago, on a far grander scale, comes to mind. But, while Swimming in the Dark is a much smaller book both in size and ambition, it captures that same sense of the earth crumbling beneath your feet. Similarly, it contrasts those who stay with those who go, showing their conflicts and motivations. I was reminded of The Unbearable Lightness of Being as well, for its portrayal of Eastern European oppression. It also summoned to mind great coming of age novels set in tumultuous times, like A Separate Peace. Tomasz Jedrowski’s first novel is a triumph. A tale of forbidden love in a time of conflict, a story of human warmth in a chilly age, a narrative that is written with exquisite sensitivity and great beauty and power. It is tender, moving, sensual, and engaging, while offering readers a close-up look at a turbulent time in a perilous place. Swimming in the Dark is an instant classic. Don’t miss it. We swam, fearless and free and invisible in the brilliant dark. Review posted – April 24, 2020 Publication dates ----------April 28, 2020 - hardcover ----------April 13, 2021 - trade paperback =============================EXTRA STUFF I did not turn up any digital links for the author. If you are aware of any, please send them along. Interviews ----- Interview Magazine - The Author Tomasz Jedrowski Keeps Coming Back to Giovanni’s Room by Christopher Bollen Frankly, there is not much out there at present re interviews with the author. I expect by the time he produces a second book that situation will be improved. We do know that he is 34, or so, lives outside Paris, and was born in Germany to Polish parents. The novel was based on the world his parents lived in when they were young, and was inspired, at least in part, by the first man he met who was out, a friend of his parents, as he wondered what life had been like for him back then. Items of Interest -----James Baldwin - Giovanni’s Room PDF -----Czesław Miłosz - Nobel-Prize-winning Polish poet -----Wisława Szymborska - Nobel-Prize-winning Polish poet and essayist -----Ryszard Kapuściński - Polish journalist, photographer, poet, and author -----Solidarność - aka Solidarity - the Polish Labor union that played a central role in ending Communist rule -----Quo Vadis - an 1895 historical novel by Polish author Henryk Sienkiewicz Songs -----Donna Summer – I Feel Love ----- Donna Summer – Bad Girls -----Blondie - Heart of Glass -----Everly Brothers - All I Have To Do Is Dream ...more |
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| Sometimes when he was dealing with people, he felt like he was operating one of those claw machines on a boardwalk, those shovel things where you t Sometimes when he was dealing with people, he felt like he was operating one of those claw machines on a boardwalk, those shovel things where you tried to scoop up a prize but the controls were too unwieldy and you worked at too great a remove.---------------------------------------- “Sometimes,” she said musingly, “you can think back on your life and almost believe it was laid out for you in advance, like this plain clear path you were destined to take even if it looked like nothing but brambles and stobs at the time. You know?”The Tech Hermit has a life. I guess you could call it that. Micah Mortimer, in his mid-forties, has a modest clientele, and almost makes a living from his house-call tech-support enterprise. In addition, he gets a free apartment in return for being the part-time superintendent in his Baltimore apartment building. He has a schedule he follows slavishly. Monday is floor-mopping day. Tuesday is trash day. Wednesday night he takes out the recycling bins, and dusts his apartment, strips the linens from the daybed and does his laundry. Fridays is vacuuming. He enjoys going out for a run every morning, before the streets become cluttered with people. (A preferred state. He even fantasizes about how great it would be if a neutron bomb left the landscape, but removed all those irritating humans.) He even has an undemanding girlfriend, Cass. Their get togethers are also scheduled. What is not scheduled is that she is suddenly facing eviction, and Micah is too cut off to think he should offer to let her stay with him. And then an eighteen-year-old boy shows up at his apartment, believing Micah to be his father. Definitely not on the schedule. [image] Anne Tyler - image from The Independent The Redhead by the Side of the Road is Micah’s story of being jarred out of a fear-based, inert, complacent existence, and realizing that his very structured existence has left him feeling empty, lonely, and wanting more. But there are reasons why he became the defended creature he is. You would be the same way if you’d been reared in a household where the cat slept in the roasting pan.Tyler’s look at family is always a delight, this one reminiscent of You Can’t Take It With You, or, likelier, many of her prior, award-winning novels. Maybe he was not the right person to be raised the only boy in the family, with several sisters, and a general aura of chaos. Micah always thought that of course his sisters would choose to be waitresses. Restaurants had the same atmosphere of catastrophe that prevailed in their own homes, with pots clanking and glassware clashing and people shouting “Coming through!” and “Watch you head!” and “Help! I’m in the weeds!” A battlefield atmosphere, basically.Not helpful was a bad experience he had in a startup business, the undertaking of which entailed him leaving college early. He has also suffered serial disappointments in his dealings with entities lacking chips. The relationships he got into with women always seemed to end with her leaving and him broken. It gets tough going out there again and again, when it seems that every time you extend a hand, someone cuts it off. Keeping the blinders on is a way of staying safe. Also, a way of staying in place. He hadn’t always thought marriage was messy. But each new girlfriend had been a kind of negative learning experience.Micah’s blinders may keep him from getting that Cass wants him to invite her to move in, and keep him oblivious to the flirtations from the 50-something dating machine in apartment 1B, and the invitations from a Tech Nerd client that have nothing to do with technical support. Jogging sans glasses, he even has trouble seeing clearly things that he passes on his run, a defective I/O system that is definitely in need of repair. I confess I relate to Micah a fair bit, not entirely, thankfully, but enough to matter. I have suffered from a considerable swath of the sort of blindness he experiences, not to say I am exactly all better now, but I was once much, much worse. A tech guy too, although never a super, I was much more comfortable with regularity and order. There was also a blind spot when it came to reading some social clues. When Micah provides tech support to a woman who is clearly flirting with him, it does not register at all. I remember, after my first marriage ended, small flirtations did not exactly register for me, either. A woman in a Pathmark held up two cantaloupes, chest-high, and asked for my help “picking out some melons.” Yes, really. Eye roll please. In a CVS with my daughters, a woman asked for help reaching something on a high shelf. Apparently there was more to the request than I perceived. My older daughter looked impressed, “Wow, that woman was sooo flirting with you. Way to go, Pop.” I had no idea. So, I relate to Micah for his social cluelessness. That obviously banged a gong for me, made me feel for the guy. As did his tech support outings. With the amount of humanity on display in Anne Tyler’s novels, you are always likely to find a place or two where you might be able to plug in as well. Speaking of which, Micah has written a book, First, Plug It In, the title of which warms my old techie heart. But while Micah is very well attuned to the challenges faced by his clients, and even some of the people he encounters, he does not seem able to apply that talent to himself. Micah’s tech outings, and his superintendent outings, for that matter, highlight things that are going on in his life. One client, for example, is hoping that Micah can fix his printer, but it is ancient and wants replacing entirely. As in a change is clearly needed here. In another he finds a solution to a client’s puzzle in poring through some old materials in her home. Maybe something else could use some re-examination? The writing is exquisite, of course, with Tyler offering details that tell us much about her characters. One that made me laugh out loud was when Micah is irked that one of the tenants had, yet again, not flattened out their cardboard refuse, as required by the local sanitation agency, his internal gripe ending with “some people; they just didn’t have a clue.” Sometimes plugging it in is not enough. Second, you also have to switch it on. The question in Redhead… is whether Micah will be able to manage both steps, allow himself to perceive his own painful feelings, then do something about it. He is an appealing character, and you will want to find out if he can manage the necessary repairs to his life. In an interview with Writers Digest, Tyler was asked about the endearing characters that populate her novels: Sometimes I don’t manage to keep them endearing, and if that happens, I ditch them. It takes me two or three years to write a novel. I certainly don’t want to spend all that time living with someone unlikable.One thing about that 24-36 month duration is that the author puts every one of those months to good use. This is a short book, coming in at a crisp 192 pages. Like many masters of her trade, Tyler is adept at honing her output down to only the necessary. She has been living in and writing about Baltimore and families for over fifty years. Redhead by the Side of the Road is her twenty-third novel. She is best known for Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant, her ninth, which was a finalist for both a Pulitzer and a Pen/Faulkner award. Ten times was the charm apparently, as her next one, The Accidental Tourist, won the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Ambassador Book Award, and was a finalist again for the Pulitzer. Number eleven, Breathing Lessons, finally netted her the Pulitzer. If you have read Tyler before, this one will fit like a USB plug into a USB socket. It is short, sweet, and moving. Fans of Matthew Quick will also find this book very appealing. This is one Redhead you will definitely want to pick up. Review first posted – April 3, 2020 Publication date – April 7, 2020 I received a pre-release e-book of this novel from Knopf Doubleday, but I was not entirely certain what they meant by letting me have it. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and FB pages Interviews -----Independent – July 6, 2018 - Anne Tyler interview: 'I had no intention of becoming a writer' by Charles McGrath -----The Guardian – July 14, 2018 - Anne Tyler: ‘Wuthering Heights strikes me as silly’ by Lisa O’Kelly -----BookBrowse – 1998 - An interview with Anne Tyler -----Writers Digest - Anne Tyler’s Tips on Writing Strong (yet Flawed) Characters by Jessica Strawser Items of Interest -----An excerpt -----Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Self-Reliance -----You Can’t Take It With You -----Read It Forward – 2016- Where to Start When Reading Anne Tyler by Martin Wilson In an interview in 1976, discussing Faulkner, Tyler said, “If it were possible to write like him I wouldn’t. I disagree with him. I want everyone to understand what I’m getting at.” As Katharine Whittemore wrote of Tyler in a superb essay in the Atlantic in 2001, “She never dazzles or blinds us with her prose. . . . Instead the quiet accretion of her insights hits one in the chest.”-----July 27, 2020 - Redhead is named to the longlist for the Booker Prize And thanks to MC ...more |
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| Comanche Chief Tosawi reputedly told [Union General Philip] Sheridan in 1869, "Tosawi, good Indian," to which Sheridan supposedly replied, "The only g Comanche Chief Tosawi reputedly told [Union General Philip] Sheridan in 1869, "Tosawi, good Indian," to which Sheridan supposedly replied, "The only good Indians I ever saw were dead." - Wikipedia---------------------------------------- Payback’s a bitch, with antlers.You hide in the herd. You wait. And you never forget. Lewis, a Blackfeet, has lived off the rez for a long time. In his 30s, he’s a postal worker, with a beautiful, athletic wife, Peta, friends, a home, a life. An intermittent spotlight seems to be popping on in the house and shining on their mantel. He climbs a tall ladder to check it out and sees on his living room floor the carcass of an elk doe he had killed ten years ago. He still has her hide. Losing his balance, Lewis is plunging straight toward a likely death by skull intersecting brick, when Peta saves the day, tackling him out of harm’s way at the last second. It was not the first close encounter suffered by the crew of childhood friends who had gone out hunting elk where they had no right. His late friend Ricky had already received a very harsh and pointed reception from a large dark elk in the parking lot of a bar. [image] Stephen Graham jones - Image from Fiction Unbound There were two other guys on that hunt, one in which they killed more elk than they could ever use, Gabriel Cross Guns and Cassidy. After following Lewis for a while, we track these men. Something else is tracking them, too. There was a particular element of that epic kill that created a monster, and vengeance is sought. I Know What You Did Last Decade. The POV shifts from third person when we are with Lewis, to that of the avenging elk when she is going after Gabe and Cass, then shifts back to third person for the big finale. This is a slasher book with a Native American touch. You’ll get enough gore to matter, but it is not the sort of viscera-fest favored by films with the words “saw” in their titles. But it does sustain the ethos, to the extent that there is one, of such entertainments, namely that the dark force coming after you is doing so in response to something you did. Yes, a vengeful she-elk monster is tracking down these Blackfeet guys for something they did, and her pursuit is relentless, in the same way that Jason, or Michael Myers, Jigsaw, Freddy Krueger, or Leatherface pursued the targets of their ire. Antlers and hooves can definitely do mortal damage, just as well as metal-based weaponry. She is as impervious to death as the above-named sorts, so just keeps on keepin’ on, regardless. It makes for some very scary scenes, particularly in an epic pursuit near the end. Definitely something to rev up the blood pressure. But there are other elements at work here as well. It is not merely a frightfest. Jones is giving us a look at Native life. Not a rosy, people-of-the-land idyllic vision. This is a world in which old trucks sit on cinder blocks in family yards, a world in which sweat lodges are small, three-person, makeshift tents, a world of orders of protection, and degraded expectations. There is guilt about having moved away from reservation life. Lewis has even married a Caucasian woman. The headline kicks up in Lewis’s head on automatic, straight out of the reservation: not the FULLBLOOD TO DILUTE BLOODLINE he’d always expected if he married white, that he’d been prepping to deal with, because who knows, but FULLBLOOD BETRAYS EVERY DEAD INDIAN BEFORE HIM. It’s the guilt of having some pristine Native swimmers…cocked and loaded but never pushing them downstream, meaning the few of his ancestors who made it through raids and plagues, massacres and genocide, diabetes and all the wobbly-tired cars the rest of America was done with, they may as well have just stood up into that big Gatling gun of history, yeah?As seen in the above quote, Lewis maintains a running wry commentary on his own actions with imagined self-deprecating newspaper headlines. INDIAN MAN HAS NO ROOTS, THINKS HE’S STILL INDIAN IF HE TALKS LIKE AN INDIAN. Not exactly ha-ha funny, but there is a vein of humor throughout. There is also recognition of Native American stereotypes, Really, Lewis imagines, he deserves some big Indian award for having made it to thirty-six without pulling into the drive-through for a burger and fries, easing away from diabetes and high blood pressure and leukemia. And he gets the rest of the trophies for having avoided all the car crashes and jail time and alcoholism on his cultural dance card. Or maybe the reward for lucking through all that—meth too, he guesses—is having been married ten years now to Peta, who doesn’t have to put up with motorcycle parts in the sink…Jones applies genre tropes, like (view spoiler)[killing a pet before going after its owner (hide spoiler)], or a young female taking on the beast. Where it breaks from the Jason/Mikey Myers physical form is in giving the monster the ability to shapeshift. The monster’s targets are not bad people. They are decent people who did a bad thing. And it is something that Lewis has suffered years of guilt over. It would have been an easy out to have written them all as dark-hearted souls. I particularly enjoyed a gem of a sporting contest, the biggest game of the year, (view spoiler)[that is a roundball version of The Devil Went Down to Georgia (hide spoiler)]. It is riveting! I had one particular issue with the book. Why the time differential? Ricky is killed a year after Lewis leaves the rez, but the rest of the onslaught takes place much later. There is an explanation in the book, but I found it unpersuasive. Other than that, I’m good. Minor aside: the book was originally titled Where the Old Ones Go. I can understand why it was skipped. Sounds like the latrine at the senior center. Next up was Elk-Head Woman, which is certainly descriptive, but might have been a bit too open to snarky intentional misinterpretations. FWIW, I am not sure the title they finally settled on is the best of all possible titles either, as the story is more about the misery that these Indians have brought on themselves than the misery inflicted on them by Eastern invaders. Not that I have anything better to offer. So, overall, this is a pretty good, substantive horror read, offering some spine tingles along with a portrait of a segment of Native American life. And some serious twists and gut-punches, as fear descends into madness, enough to generate out loud exclamations of “Oh, shoot!,” or something very like that. But no lost winks for me from this one, which is par for the course. But that is a very high bar, as it is exceedingly rare for horror books to keep me up. It’s the political ones that do that best. But for most humans this should be plenty scary. Death is too easy. Better to make every moment of the rest of a person’s life agony. Review posted – April 10, 2020 Publication date – April 7, 2020 (what is on the spine of my ARE) or maybe May 19, 2020 (What shows up on the GR page for the book), or, who knows? Maybe July 14, 2020 (on Edelweiss and in Simon & Schuster’s digital catalog) - Looks like the last one is for real. Many books got pushed in this year of the plague. ----------Trade Paperback -January 26, 2021 I received this book from the publisher in return for a reasonable review, but I wonder, if they disapprove of what I have written, whether some years hence I might be pursued to a dark end by a vengeance-crazed editor, armed with a sheath of sharpened colored pens. And thanks to MC =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews – The first two deal mostly with Mongrels, but are still interesting -----Muzzleland Press -CUT MY FINGERTIPS, THEY BLEED TEXAS: AN INTERVIEW WITH STEPHEN GRAHAM JONES ON HIS NEW NOVEL MONGRELS - by Jonathan R -----from Westword - With Mongrels, This Is Stephen Graham Jones's Time to Howl - by Jason Heller -----Ghoulish - December 15, 2019 - Slashers with Stephen Graham Jones! - Max Booth – audio – 28:20 -----Fiction Unbound – March 7, 2020 - Dead Dogs and Final Girls: An Interview with Stephen Graham Jones - by C.S. Peterson -----Los Angeles Review of Books – July 13, 2019 - Writing in the Shadow of “V”: Adventures in Speculative Fiction with Stephen Graham Jones by Billy J. Stratton -----More2Read - Interview: Stephen Graham Jones on Writing, The Only Good Indians, and inspirations by Lou Pendergrast My reviews of other Stephen Graham Jones books -----2016 - Mongrels -----2021 - My Heart is a Chainsaw Songs/Music -----The Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down to Georgia -----D.A.D - Trucker - from the Special album – SGJ listened to this a lot when he began writing this novel ----- D.A.D - Jonnie- ditto Items of Interest -----Electric Lit - November 27, 2019 - Being Indian Is Not a Superpower -----Philip Sheridan -----James Dickey - A Birth - one of the works that inspired SGJ -----Stephen Graham Jones - Crimereads - July 15, 2020 - Why Exposing Kids to Horror Might Actually Be Good for Them Particularly in the world today, we need to learn the lesson that, while there is certainly evil in the world, it is possible to overcome it. I have always had a fondness for horror. When I was seven years old, my mother took me to see The Crawling Eye, a cheesy sci-fi/horror flick that I loved. The Tingler came out when I was still seven, and I saw and loved that one too, maybe with my older brother. A few years later Mr Sardonicus. I can recall no trauma, although clearly I had mom’s DNA and enjoyment of horror films to support my interest. Jones makes a strong point about why it is important to stay the course while exposing your kids to these things. Well worth the reading.-----NY Times - 8/14/20 - ‘We’ve Already Survived an Apocalypse’: Indigenous Writers Are Changing Sci-Fi by Alexandra Alter -----You might want to check out Jeffrey Keeten's excellent review ...more |
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If you have not yet read The Golem and the Jinni, stop! Right now! Go back. Read that, then we can talk about the sequel. Read it already? Great. Not yet? Ok, I’ll wait, but not for a thousand years, like some. You’re back? Cool. Great book, right? So Chava, the golem of book #1 and Ahmad, the jinni of that tale, are a bit older, and a bit wiser. They are also a bit more rounded as characters. We’ll get to them in a bit. [image] Helene Wecker - image from Fantasy Book Cafe The story begins with an extremely devout rabbi, Lev Altschul (very old school) on the Lower East Side (not the guy from the earlier book) He has come across some ancient texts, books with arcane knowledge. He is not the greatest parent in the world, a widower, much more devoted to his studies than his daughter, Kreindel. She is taken care of by, essentially, a committee of congregation members. But she loves her pop and wants to learn, wants to study. Of course, girls were not welcome to imbibe the texts that Jewish boys were encouraged to learn. She spies on lessons and picks up what she can. As it happens there is a pogrom underway in one of the usual places in Eastern Europe. The rabbi, with the help of those old books, can now do something about it. He determines to send to a rabbi in Lithuania a weapon that can be used to defend oppressed Jews there. He works day and night to construct a golem for them. It does seem that Wecker’s golems always run into transit issues. Instead of heading across the Atlantic, as planned, this one, Yossele, remains in New York, due to an untimely building fire. He awaits only wakening. [image] Replicants from Blade Runner – image from NME Speaking of golems, Chava is trying her best to be as human as possible, given her natural limitations. Q: When you thought about writing a golem character, did you think about other legends and myths about people being created out of inanimate matter? Adam from earth? The famous Golem of Prague, the greek myth of Prometheus, or Pygmalion? Frankenstein’s monster? Or even the idea of creating a modern robot? Did you want to write from those traditions or come up with something completely different?Despite being a magical clay being conjured by a spell, Chava still feels the compulsion to help others. And being telepathic allows her to have a pretty good idea of what folks feel, and need. Shutting out the onslaught of telepathic noise remains a challenge, but a much reduced one, as she has learned how to block a lot of it out, and she tries to stay away from overcrowded places. Concerned about people noticing her agelessness, after so long a time at the bakery, where she has been working since she arrived, Chava decides it is wise to move on. After completing a course of study at Teacher’s College, she finds an excellent gig at a Jewish orphanage in Manhattan, teaching cooking. [image] Lt Commander Data of Star Trek NG – image from Wikipedia Speaking of hot things, in Book One, Ahmad was mostly an elemental character, all fire and immediate gratification. Book Two shows a bad boy who can still bring the heat, but who has gained considerably more awareness, of himself, and of the world around him. He has grown a sense of decency, personal responsibility, and a need for purpose. He remains in business with Arbeely, the man who had released him from his thousand-year imprisonment in a flask. He molds iron with his bare hands. Business is good, booming even, so they expand to grander quarters, where Ahmad’s smoldering creative ambitions ignite to full blast. Sleepless in Manhattan, Chava and Ahmad walk the streets and rooftops in the wee hours. They are best friends, committed to exclusivity with each other re the benefits of their connection. The young man enamored of Chava in Book One, her husband, is no more, killed off in that earlier tale. She is rightfully concerned about the downsides of having a husband or bf made of flesh and blood, and who might not live, ya know, forever, not to mention the risk of him discovering what she really is. Ahmad has sworn off humans, after the damage he did to Sophia Winston in the first book. And, speaking of damaged heiresses, Sophia has been promoted to a top-tier character. She struggles to cope with the affliction that resulted from her getting jiggi with a jinni. I guess you could call it an STD, but not the usual sort. (Even had penicillin been invented, it would not have done the trick.) She cannot get warm. Sophia is convinced that only place where there is any hope of succor is the Middle East. She travels to many ancient sites, in a constant search for local experts in pharmacology able to concoct potions that alleviate her perpetual chill. (I suppose one might see in Sophia’s inability to douse her inner flames a symbol of her carrying the torch for someone. I wouldn’t. But some might.) [image] Cleopatra’s Needle, was transported from Egypt and installed in Central Park in 1881 - image from Wikipedia In case there were not enough magical beings wandering about, Wecker balances the scales, tipped by the weighty presence of Yossele, by adding one more. As it happens, Sophia encounters in her travels yet another fire being, a jinniyeh, Dima. It appears that the iron-bound jinni (Ahmad) is a character of legend in the jinni world. This female jinni has something special about her too, (I mean, aside from being a jinni, and going about her business unimpeded by attire) and is hoping to meet up with the only other jinni she has heard of who is also an outsider in their particular circle. She stands in contrast to Ahmad, presenting as the self-centered ball of fire he used to be. Everybody wants something. Chava wants to be human; Ahmad wants a purpose; Sophia wants a cure; the jinniyeh wants a compatriot, maybe a partner. And in case that is not enough, Yossele wants to protect his master. Kreindel wants to study Hebrew and learn all that her father had learned. More? Remember Anna, a former workmate of Chava’s at the bakery? Chava had seriously put an end to Anna’s husband whaling on her, and subsequently helped Anna and her son, Toby. Anna is terrified of Chava and wants her to stay away. In this book, Toby is a fifteen-year-old Western Union messenger, who wants to know who his father is, and who that creep in his recurring dreams might be, and what the deal is with Chava and that Arab guy. Wecker has seriously kicked up her game for this novel. There was plenty going in in the first book in terms of discussions about serious questions of religion and morality. That is no less the case in this one, with the exception that these characters are better drawn, more complex, and more interesting. They struggle with ethical dilemmas, and are challenged to make difficult decisions. There are some lovely interactions among them that will make you smile, maybe even recognize similar tete-a-tetes from your own experience. [image] Pennsylvania Station - image from Traditional Building This is not a ha ha funny book, but there are some elements of humor here and there. In a way it is a running joke that Ahmad, while working on a large construction, has continual problems keep the over-sized glass panels he has designed from smashing. Given that the primary ingredient in glass is sand, it seems fair to ask if Ahmad might be trying to build a literal sand-castle. [image] Washington Square Park – circa 1907 – image from NY Public Library Speaking of palaces, not all are hidden. The newly opened Pennsylvania Station, a glorious structure, is seen as a kind of palatial caravansery, a roadside inn for travelers from all over, where information was exchanged and commerce was conducted. It is a favorite spot for Ahmad on his urban peregrinations. He does not tell Chava about it, however, which makes Penn Station a bit of a hidden palace for him. Enough, certainly to merit being shown on the cover of the book. The ancient city of Palmyra, which we visit in Sophia’s wanderings, had once been a center of trade, and had a caravansary, but was mostly a ruin at the time of her visit. Palatial buildings are not the only old-world structures that echo in early 20th century Manhattan. The famous arch in Washington Square Park, erected in 1895, which was featured on the cover of The Golem and the Jinni, is reminiscent of the famous arch of Palmyra. The Greenwich Village arch is encountered again in Book Two. Cleopatra’s Needle, a two-hundred-ton obelisk, originally built in Egypt in the 15th century, was transported to Central Park in 1881. Sophia’s father visits it often. [image] The arch in Palmyra - image from Wikipedia There are many historical touchstones, as the book begins in 1900 and ends with the approach of World War I. Wecker notes the completion of the Williamsburg Bridge in 1903, the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire of 1911, the 911 of its time, with mass casualties, and people jumping from the top three floors of the ten-story Asch building to keep from being burned alive. We hear news of the start of World War I in Europe, come across the sinking of the Lusitania in 1915 and see the Arab community in lower Manhattan’s Little Syria neighborhood beginning its move to Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn. We also see some of the anachronistic social and legal norms of the time. Kreindel is not allowed to study what Yeshiva boys can. Chava is not allowed to own property. Women walking alone at night are considered suspect. So the women in Wecker’s stories have to be extra strong. I don’t think I set out to deliberately showcase strong women, but I did consciously work to give every female character her due. I was very aware that I couldn’t be lazy about the women in my book, that the Victorian setting and the “fairytale” aspects might pull me toward more stereotypically weak or flat female characters if I wasn’t careful. At the same time, I couldn’t be anachronistic; I had to be true to the constraints that women lived with in that era. In the end, I became very interested in how they lived with those constraints, how they either chafed against them or found a (perhaps uneasy) peace and a certain amount of self-expression despite them. - from the Fantasy Literature interview in 2013Secrecy is a theme that permeates. Chava thinks Ahmad would prefer having a jinniyeh to her, but cannot bring herself to ask him. He is hiding from her what he has learned about a huge sacrifice Arbeely had made for him. Kreindel lies about her age, and is hiding the fact that there is a golem under her control in Manhattan. (For my money, Kreindel is the most intriguing character in the novel, a child with limited tools forced to cope with life and death decisions, in an often hostile environment. She generates both admiration for her tough-as-nails exterior and empathy for her suffering.) Sophia is hiding her need for a special potion. Dima hides from her kind what her special characteristic is. In addition to hiding from humans what she actually is, Chava keeps Riverside Park and the streets she walks by day secret from Ahmad, as he keeps Penn Station secret from her. Ahmad is working on a huge project in his building that he will not let anyone see. I suppose one might see each of these characters as their own walking, talking hidden palaces. [image] The Williamsburg Bridge under construction circa 1900-1906 - image from the Library of Congress via Untappedcities.com The whole Golem/Jinni duology (so far) might have gone in a very different direction. Wecker talks about how it all got started in a lovely interview with the blogger Lady Grey, who has, in fact, been a friend of Wecker’s since childhood. It was during her MFA program that Wecker ran into a problem. She had wanted to write a book of linked stories, family tales of cultural background and immigration. Wecker is Jewish and her husband is Arab-American. She was impressed by how similar their family stories were, and wanted to highlight that. You don’t pay all that money for them to be nice to you. They’re gonna tell you what they think. I was having this conversation with a friend of mine, Amanda, who was in my workshop with me. She gave me probably the best tough love conversation I’ve had in my life. She said, “Helene, can I ask you a question? Why are you writing like this?” I said “What do you mean, writing like what?” She said, “Ok, you’re doing these very Raymond Carver, very realist short stories. Very MFA model. But that’s not who you are. I’ve been to your apartment. I’ve seen your bookshelves. I know what a nerd you are. And you are always talking in class about injecting the genre into literature, and busting down the barriers and bringing magic into stories and that’s what you groove on. So why are you not doing that?” I honestly had never thought of that. She had taken my head and whipped it around to where I needed to be looking at. You know I’m still like “But that’s not…these stories…don’t…with the,…that, no.“ She said “ok, look. The next thing I see from you in the workshop, I want it to be about your family, but I want it to be magical.” I was like, “Ok…well that’s my marching orders. I’m going to do what she said. I went home and sat and thought about it. It was, literally, two hours later I had the rough outline for what would be The Golem and the Jinni.” - from the Lady Grey interviewIt has been eight years since The Golem and the Jinni was published. Why did it take so long to wrote Volume Two? When her first novel was published, Wecker had a one-year-old. That child is now nine and a second has joined the family. Go ahead, try writing a novel with a baby, then giving birth to another, then having small children to take care of, even if you are sharing the duties with your mate. Piece of cake, right? Her editor was pretty understanding, at one point even telling her that if she was not ok with what she had written so far, to take another YEAR! So, supportive beyond belief. I was lucky, and The Golem and the Jinni was successful enough that, before long, I could start thinking seriously about selling my next book. Readers seemed interested in a sequel; my publisher, too, liked the concept. I had a few vague ideas for other, non-Golem-and-Jinni books, but none of them were clamoring to be told. I was now mother to a two-year-old, with a baby on the way. I was turning forty, and I was tired. The first book had taken me seven years to write. I really, really didn’t want to do that again. Write a sequel, said my weary brain. It’s got to be easier than starting over from the beginning. - from the Fantasy Café interviewI guess that may have provided the needed direction, but her real -world constraints remained, and the work took much longer than hoped. I have seen no affirmation that a third Golem/Jinni book is planned. A third book is expected from Wecker, but there is no certainty that it will be another Golem/Jinni novel. In the interview with Lady Grey, Wecker talks about having a slew of material that was cut from this book. It sounded to me like she was contemplating a volume of stories that could accompany her two novels. But the ending of this one presents several hooks that could be developed into a third novel. I know which direction I hope she takes. ==========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 moved it to the comments section directly below. Then in 2021 GR further reduced our capacity for including external links in comments making it a challenge to update reviews posted before then. So for the rest of the review, updated June 2, 2022, and EXTRA STUFF, please head over to my site, Coot’s Reviews. [image] [image] [image] ...more |
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| I don’t trust narrators any more than I trust the actual people in my life. We never get the whole truth, not from anybody. When we first meet some I don’t trust narrators any more than I trust the actual people in my life. We never get the whole truth, not from anybody. When we first meet someone, before words are ever spoken, there are already lies and half-truths. The clothes we wear cover the truth of our bodies, but they also present who we want to be to the world. They are fabrications, figuratively and literally.Back in 2004, when he first started working at Old Devils, the mysteries-oriented bookstore that he now runs, Malcolm Kershaw was asked to write a blog post. Eight Perfect Murders was his list of the best, fool-proof murders committed in mystery fiction. He posted and promptly forgot about it. Now, many years later, a killer seems to be using his list as the basis for a series of murders. Is Malcolm a potential target? Or is Malcolm otherwise involved? Special Agent Gwen Mulvey, thirties, blonde, has taken an interest. Seems not only is Malcolm’s list in use by a fan of the genre, someone Malcolm knows is one of the victims. [image] Peter Swanson - image from the site Blood Type The blog piece that Malcolm wrote includes: The Red House Mystery – A.A. (Alan Alexander) Milne – 1922For fans of mysteries this is both a fun puzzle and a docent-led tour of some of the best suspense writing of all time. Be forewarned, if you have not read these already, or seen the films made of some, the book will spoil them for you. Caveat lector. The list of eight is only the beginning. More than any other book I can remember, Eight Perfect Murders offers a cornucopia of fun genre references with a stop or two outside the field as well. It gives you a chance to reacquaint with some of the true whodunit classics, each with unique ways of doing someone in, ways the killer is aping. Swanson has some fun with the list, questioning whether the murders were all that foolproof and whether this or that other book should have been included instead. It is a delightful element, and you can imagine the discussions that went on in selecting this or that and excluding some others. It will certainly provide considerable fodder for your already mountainous TBR lists. [image][image] We follow Kershaw as he tries to figure out who may be up to no good, with, and without Agent Mulvey, and tries to keep one step ahead of any official investigations. There is a bit of body heat developing between Krenshaw and Mulvey, but is that a natural result of boy meets hot special agent, or is the attraction a fatal sort, a manipulation, and if so, on whose part? There does seem to be something a bit off about the hot detective. I have not read all of Swanson’s books, but caught his first two, and there are common elements. Secrets abound. Not surprising for the genre, but Swanson’s leading men tend to hold significant intel back from the reader, to be revealed over the course of the book. There are also femmes fatale, dramatic women who hold the leading man in thrall, resulting in dark consequences. In this case, it is Kershaw’s wife, Claire, and I will say no more about that. One thing that is different this time is that we have a single narrator. Swanson usually likes multiple perspectives. Krenshaw’s bookstore is in Boston, being a familiar siting of Swanson stories. Beacon Hill being revisited is a familiar locale for readers of his oeuvre. Asked in a 2017 interview about this element in his work, Swanson said: It’s hugely important. I think Boston is a good location for a thriller, but I write mainly about Boston because that’s where I live. In Her Every Fear, [published in 2017] I wanted to write something that felt like a gothic thriller, and to me, a large apartment building in Beacon Hill just felt right. That section of Boston feels a little bit trapped in time. It has cobblestones, and narrow streets, and several of the buildings still have stable doors.He was going for something along those lines this time too, I expect, an old-timey specialty bookstore with familiar but infrequent customers, and scads of references to old books. This would have felt out of place in a Barnes & Noble on a large public square. [image][image] Early on, Krenshaw is reminded of another young fictional special agent. It was impossible for me not to think of Clarice Starling,…from Silence of the Lambs. It was where my mind almost always went, to books and movies. It had been that way since I first began to read, And Mulvey, like her fictional counterpart, seemed too tame for the job. It was hard to imagine her whipping a gun from a holster, or aggressively questioning a suspect. She did question a suspect, though. She questioned you.Mulvey keeps Kershaw involved, even if his motives might be less along the lines of providing a public service than they are keeping informed of her progress in order to better protect himself. But what is he protecting? Thus, the quote that opens this review. Is Mulvey a good actor, intent on seeing justice served, or is he Dr. Lecter, serving up bits of information to someone he likes and respects, in service of some other plan? [image][image] As for gripes I heard the ticking sound that meant Nero was coming toward us along the hardwood floor. Agent Mulvey, who heard it as well, turned and looked at the store cat.Hearing cat claws clicking on the floor is not a thing. My wife and I care for many cats, and have had many more over the years, none lacking claws, and never have we ever heard the click-clack that is described here. It is possible, I suppose, that there are cats that might provide such a sonic announcement of their arrival, but natural selection has seen to it, as Carl Sandburg can attest, that little cat feet are silent. A jarring item like this takes one out of the story, and I bet there are many readers in the target demo for this book, graced with feline presence, who might hack up a hairball on reading about such a cacophonous cat. A small, nerve-jarring bit. Swanson tosses in an impending storm, fills the streets with snow, but other than showing us a bit of Boston in winter, it did not seem that the weather motif added much, really, to the feel of the tale. [image][image] In addition, there will be unrelated eye-rolling. You may hear yourself saying things like “fuh realz?” or “No, no way,” or “You’re kidding me, right?” as a character does this, that, or something else, that seems just dramatically dumb. On the other hand, if you are willing to treat your eye-ball chafing with over the counter products, and use ear plugs to drown out the sound of your own complaining voice, this remains a pretty fun, engaging read. Krenshaw seems likable, and his love of books will make him sympathetic to, you know, readers. Mulvey is intriguing, as we wonder if she is a straight arrow, or up to something. Krenshaw’s wife is a damaged, over-the-top siren, someone I found a bit tough to relate to, which is hardly a crime. But then we are not looking for high lit in a mystery novel. The rest of the supporting cast were drawn lightly, but served their purposes well. Swanson’s clear love of and appreciation for the genre, as expressed in the multitude of references, both in written and cinematic form, is infectious. (a treatable infection, nothing deadly, I promise). Having a shop cat named Nero doesn’t hurt. While it may not be Swanson’s best work, there is no mystery about it. Eight Perfect Murders is a perfectly fun, engaging page-turner of a read, particularly for devotees of crime fiction. “I felt closer to Claire than I’ve ever felt to anyone before or since,” I said.” But sometimes I didn’t know her.” Review posted – March 6, 2020 Publication dates -----March 3, 2020 - Hardcover -----January 26, 2021 - Trade paperback =============================EXTRA STUFF The book was released as Rules for Perfect Murders in the UK on May 3, 2020 Links to the author’s Tumblr, Twitter and FB pages Swanson’s web site has a cornucopia of samples of his Hitchcock poems, other poetry, short fiction and non-fiction, and is well worth checking out. Armchair Audience is Swanson’s site for writing on “Books read. Movies seen. TV Watched” He makes a slight nod to himself by referencing in the book a site called The Armchair Spoiler Book references - the Eight perfect Murders…Plus -----The Red House Mystery by A.A. (Alan Alexander) Milne (a writer of very substantial brain on Gutenberg -----Malice Aforethought by Anthony Berkeley Cox - Part 1 of 8 - audiobook -----The ABC Murders by Agatha Christie - free text on Internet Archive -----The ABC Murders - free audio on Internet Archive -----Double Indemnity by James M. Cain - novel - wiki -----Double Indemnity - film - wiki -----Strangers on a Train by Patricia Highsmith – novel - wiki -----The Drowner - John D. Macdonald. novel - wiki ----- The Secret History by Donna Tartt – novel- wiki ==========Others, but not all – wiki links -----Shake Hands Forever by Ruth Rendell ----- Louise Penny novels -----We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson -----Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn -----Too Many Crooks by Rex Stout -----The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith – (really J.K. Rowling) -----James Crumley - Elaine Johnson’s (a character in 8PM) favorite author Poems -----Winter Nightfall by Sir John Collings Squire -----Black Rook in Rainy Weather by Sylvia Plath -----An Exequy by Peter Porter (About a dead wife) My reviews of other books by the author -----2015 - The Kind Worth Killing -----2014 - The Girl with a Clock for a Heart Songs/Music -----Max Richter - 24 Postcards in Full Colour -----The End of the Affair soundtrack by Michael Nyman Interviews -----Book Q&As with Deborah Kalb – 2017 - Q&A with Peter Swanson -----You might check out my 2014 interview of the author below my review of - The Girl with a Clock for a Heart ...more |
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| On August 1, 1953, the United States Congress announced House Concurrent Resolution 108, a bill to abrogate nation-to-nation treaties, which had been On August 1, 1953, the United States Congress announced House Concurrent Resolution 108, a bill to abrogate nation-to-nation treaties, which had been made with American Indian Nations for “as long as the grass grows and the rivers flow.” The announcement called for the eventual termination of five tribes, including the Turtle Mountain Band of Chipewa.The resolution was one of a series of like measures that sought to deny Native American tribes the benefits treaties with the U.S. government had conferred, things like the government providing medical care, schools, and food. More importantly, it made the tribes vulnerable to loss of their land, which was usually the purpose of such laws. In the case of the Turtle Mountain Band, it would mean, ultimately, forcing reservation residents to relocate to “the cities,” a place where sustaining traditional life would be impossible and living conditions were often appalling. The novel offers a payload of information about this legal abomination while keeping track of the watchman of the title on his nightly rounds at the plant, and in his dealings with his Chippewa community on a diversity of matters, personal and official. [image] Louise Erdrich - image from Citypages Thomas Wazhushk is the fictional representation of Erdrich’s real-life grandfather. We follow his route, from awareness of the proposal, to seeking advice from more knowledgeable tribe members, to organizing resistance, to recruiting expertise, to appearing before the Senate committee that was considering it. Patrice (Pixie) Paranteau is 19. She works at the Turtle Mountain Jewel Bearing Plant, (a real-world place) where gems and semi-precious stones are drilled for use in military ordnance, and Bulova watches, and which Thomas guards at night. The novel’s focus alternates between Patrice’s coming of age and Thomas’s representation of the tribe. Patrice faces many challenges. As a primary supporter of her family (pop being mostly an out-of-work alcoholic who steals rather than contributes, whenever he deigns to show up), Patrice must hang onto her job at all costs. Not a simple thing, as she is reliant on others for transportation to and from work, and lacking any sort of union protection, she can be let go on a whim. Asking for days off, for example, can be a fraught thing. But family comes first, and Patrice negotiates some time to go looking for her older sister, Vera, who has gone missing in Minneapolis. Vera’s absence certainly rings bells, given the ongoing travesty of Native American women and girls who continue to go missing year after year. She is also well aware of the relationship choices facing her. A white teacher (and boxing coach) is puppy-dog smitten with her, or at least with his idealized image of her. And a local young man, Wood Mountain, finds himself interested as well. Patrice seeks some sex-ed from a good, and experienced, friend before even considering pursuing such interests. She had seen how quickly girls who got married and had children were worn down before the age of twenty. Nothing happened to them but toil. Great things happened to other people. The married girls were lost…That wasn’t going to be her life.Speaking of things sexual, the atmosphere at the plant is challenging for some of the women, but defenses are craftily erected, and major misery is mostly avoided. Unrelated to the plant, Patrice faces an attempted assault, barely escaping. Erdrich offers a look at a very dark side of Minneapolis, where exploitation, the worst of which occurs offstage, is extreme, and very disturbing. The desire to experience the wider world comes in for a look. Patrice wants to see more of life than is possible on the rez, but has limited possibilities. Wood Mountain, on the other hand, feels deeply wedded to the land and would be more than happy to spend the rest of his days there. Sometimes he found small ocean shells while working in the fields. Some were whorled, others were tiny grooved scallops…Vera and Patrice’s experience with “the cities” would hardly seem an inducement, but another young native woman, a grad student, who was raised in the city, which was not a horrifying experience, has to study, on-site, the rez, a somewhat alien place to her, to get a fuller appreciation of her own roots. Overall, The Night Watchman offers a portrait of a community struggling to survive despite the onslaughts by forces official, religious and economic. Along the way, Erdrich offers a very deep and powerful look at life on the reservation, how Native Americans relate to each other, (living and dead) and interact with the wider non-native world beyond. The borders, however, are quite permeable. Many native women work at the Jewel Bearing Plant. The white world enters the reservation in person of Lloyd Barnes, a teacher and boxing coach. Two young Mormon missionaries stumble through the landscape as well. They are mostly there for comic relief. Mormonism comes in for a look beyond the two young men, as Thomas studies Mormon teaching as a way to better understand the Senator behind the House resolution, and has a vision that is very resonant with Mormon lore. Erdrich often shows in her books connections between religions, usually between native beliefs and Catholic or Protestant Christianity. This is of a cloth with that. She also devotes considerable attention to dark circumstances in native life. Her characters must often contend with poverty, unemployment, alcoholism, and domestic violence. There is plenty of that to go around here as well. But, while they are significant elements in the stories being told, they are not the focus. Thomas’s battle to save the community and Patrice’s growth toward finding her best road ahead are the lead narrative elements. Erdrich employs a rich palette of magical realism in most of her books, and this one is no exception. The lines between living and not-living are blurry. A member of the tribe allows himself to be occupied by a spirit to facilitate an out-of-body search for a missing person. Thomas sees the spirit of a young man at the plant during his nightly rounds, and sees beings of light descend from on high, as well. A golden beetle emerges from the husk of a nut. Someone has a conversation with a dog. An evil-doer is cursed with a physical deformity. One character is changed after sleeping near a hibernating bear. Where living ends and the spiritual begins, where the past ends and the present and even future emerges are more curtain-like crossings than hard barriers. This is always a wonderful feature in Erdrich’s books. One of my favorite elements of the novel was the transcendental experiences felt by some as they viscerally connect with the world in which they live. In one passage, Patrice is returning home, walking through woods when it begins to rain. Her hair, shoulders, and back grew damp. But moving kept her warm. She slowed to pick her way through places where water was seeping up through the mats of dying grass. Rain tapping through the brilliant leaves the only sound. She stopped. The sense of something there, with her, all around her, swirling and seething with energy. How intimately the trees seized the earth. How exquisitely she was included. Patrice closed her eyes and felt a tug. Her spirit poured into the air like song.In another, She could hear the humming rush of the tree drinking from the earth. She closed her eyes, went through the bark like water, and was sucked up off the bud tips into a cloud.We learn what happens with the Resolution, decisions are made about paths forward, characters find themselves, so there is much satisfaction to be had in the wrap up. And along the way we have picked up a payload of learning about native culture, about the relationship of the tribes to the government, a nugget or two about Mormonism, and been led on this journey by warm, relatable characters who are very easy to care about, through a landscape both harsh and ecstatic, to see realities pedestrian, brutal, and magical. What more could any reader want? Review posted – February 14, 2020 Publication date ----------March 3, 2020 (hardcover) ----------March 23, 2021 (trade paperback) June 11, 2021 - The Night Watchman wins the 2021 Pulitzer Prize for fiction. Well deserved. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and FB pages. Erdrich's personal site redirects to the site Birchbark Books. She owns the store. This is Erdrich’s sixteenth novel, among many other works. She has won the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and has been a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, among many other recognitions. Her familiarity with cultural mixing is personal, her mother being an Ojibwe tribal leader and her father being a German-American. Familiarity with both native spirituality and western religion also stems from her upbringing. She was raised Catholic. Other Louise Erdrich novels I have reviewed -----2017 - Future Home of the Living God -----2021 - The Sentence -----2017 - Future Home of the Living God -----2016 - LaRose -----2010 - Shadow Tag -----2012 - The Round House -----2008 - The Plague of Doves -----2005 - The Painted Drum Items of Interest -----Yump - ”In the Old Language”: A Glossary of Ojibwe Words, Phrases, and Sentences in Louise Erdrich’s Novels - by Peter G. Beidler -----Ojibwe People’s Dictionary -----Wiki on Lamanites -----Timeline.com - Upset with mistreatment, Puerto Rican radicals stormed the Capitol and started shooting in 1954 -----NY Times – December 25, 2019 - In Indian Country, a Crisis of Missing Women. And a New One When They’re Found. - By Jack Healy -----Emily Dickinson’s Success is counted sweetest - Patrice quotes from this Songs -----El Negro Zumbon -----Bill Haley and the Comets - Crazy, Man, Crazy -----Slim Whitman - My Heart is Broken in Three ...more |
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| Nature was a green battlefield where the weak were forever preyed on by the strong. Nature did not care, nor did the earth, which for all its beaut Nature was a green battlefield where the weak were forever preyed on by the strong. Nature did not care, nor did the earth, which for all its beauty was nonetheless a hard place, indifferent to its creatures. It was mind that mattered, mind that cared, mind that loved, the best works of the mind that changed this hard world for the better. Mind—and heart—had bonded people and dogs for tens of thousands of years. They had formed an alliance for survival and a covenant of affection against the darkness of the world.Dorothy Hummell smells of death. Kipp, her golden retriever for the last three years, knows. And when Dorothy finally crosses the rainbow bridge, Kipp follows his nose, well not his nose, exactly. He has been picking up an odd murmuring sound coming from the west by northwest, and is determined to check it out. It feels important. Kipp is not just a very, very good dog, he is a very, very special dog, and even he does not realize just how special he is, or what that specialness represents. [image] Dean Koontz with a special friend - image from his FB pages Lee Shacker is a very, very bad man. A young CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company, he has salted away enough money to live the rest of his life in luxury, in Costa Rica. Lee is on the run. Seems the lab he was in charge of went boom, but instead of going down with the ship, this captain of dodgy industry fled in his well-appointed lifeboat, a very flashy Dodge Demon. Lee is special too, and not in a good way. Always a malignant narcissist, at best, he picked up a little something extra in the lab explosion, and is finding that it is possible for him to become even worse. Of course, he believes he is getting better and better. He is determined, to rekindle a flame that was once lit only in his tiny mind, by force if need be. A woman he had briefly dated years before. Neither the law nor any code of morality constrains him, because he knows them to be fantasies of order. In truth, the only rule by which anyone can live successfully, either in the wilds or in civilization, is the sole mandate of cruel Nature: Prey shall submit, and predators shall reign supreme. [image] Lee’s ride. For a guy on the run he is not exactly going for a low profile - image from autoevolution.com Megan is a very good woman. Her husband, Jason, was killed years ago in a helicopter crash. She found the circumstances concerning enough that she keeps a gun in her home. Megan is mom to Woodrow Bookman, eleven. Woody is on the scale, has never spoken. Has not cried since he was four, when he began reading. He now reads at a college level and is an accomplished hacker. He has been looking into the circumstances surrounding his father’s death for some time, and has reached a conclusion. But has his poking around been noticed by people with things to hide? To Woody, the internet was a planet of its own, every site a village or a city with its neighborhoods and streets, a planet across which he traveled as if by magic, typing a brief incantation and, with a click, teleporting from one continent to another.There are a few more characters who figure significantly; Lee’s Bond-villain-evil boss, Dorian Purcell, a passel of hit-men, Dorothy’s good-as-gold caretaker, Rosa Leon, an honorable Medical Examiner, Carson Conroy, a white knight, Ben Hawkins, who is not only a retired SEAL but a writer of novels, and offers Koontz a chance to gripe about critics, and others; but Kipp, Megan, Woody, and Lee are the four pillars of the novel. This is a fast-paced page-burner of a thriller, offering characters that are not exactly deeply drawn, but who engage us nonetheless. The bad guys are really, really bad, the good guys are really, really good, and you will come away slightly out of breath, but very satisfied. The fun includes some sci-fi elements. Kipp can tune in on a special wavelength and pick up messages, or calls, or emanations, something, telepathically, and it is Woody’s unknowing distress call that sets Kipp off on his road trip. The implications of Kipp’s peculiar gift are considerable. Are there more like him? How did he come to have this ability? The science that was going on at Lee’s lab is of interest as well, both of the criminal/frankensteinian and potential-for-human-advancement sorts. Dean Koontz is nothing if not efficient. He is also predictable. I do not mean this as a criticism. When you pick up a Dean Koontz book, you know what you are getting. A thriller that may contain elements of horror, fantasy, and/or science fiction. I have read several, but that was before Goodreads, so retain only dim memories of them. The Nobel committee will not be poring through Koontz’s lifework. But that is like faulting an elephant for not being a gazelle. They are different creatures and do different things. Koontz cranks out a startling volume of work, and has since he began writing as a career in 1968, with over 105 novels to his credit, on top of novellas and collections of short stories. He has sold over 450 million copies of his sundry works. The guy’s gotta be doing something right. I was unable to confirm rumors that Koontz is actually an AI construct designed by some of the brighter lights at PARC, and that revenue from the resulting computer-generated novels funds ongoing research. On the other hand, he is a bit of a crank about things governmental and this took me out of the story at several points. A couple of examples: On Interstate 80, south of Colfax, they pulled into a rest stop that provided bathrooms as filthy as any in the state’s most deteriorated public schools.and As a citizen of the modern state, he had uncountable reasons to understand that a slight excess of power rapidly became a lethal excess, that when an agent of the state insisted he had come to help, there was at least a 70 percent chance that he had come to punish or pillage.There are more. Dude, please, switch off Rush and get back to the very engaging action. And it is one thing to show a recluse’s perception of a hostile government, but another to state that perspective as if it is a universally accepted fact. It’s the equivalent of a politician beginning some very partisan take on an issue with “Everybody knows that…” There are some shortcuts that are taken, which I cannot go into without being too spoilery, so I am putting those under a spoiler tag here (view spoiler)[How did The Mysterium get its name? How did the Wire get its name? Is Kipp’s fondness for audio books a plug for Amazon? Even humans need to be taught language skills. Who taught Kipp to spell? Or is that included in how Kipp gains his language skills? How does Kipp know that grizzlies do not live in California? (hide spoiler)] And then there are some really lovely motifs spread throughout the novel that let you know you are in the hands of a pro. The title is echoed throughout. It is not just Kipp who is devoted, to Dorothy, and later Woody. Rosa was also devoted to Dorothy, Megan is devoted to her son, Dorian Purcell is devoted to himself, Lee is devoted (or would that be obsessed?) to regaining what he sees as a lost love. Birds make frequent appearances. Ravens, for example, show up during at least two of Lee’s crimes. Birds are flapping about in a mall when Dorian is set to meet a contact. Dreaming is also featured. Woody is a dreamer of the highest order. Kipp dreams of his experiences. The most frequently used motif is wind, whipping up as events are coming to a climax. Koontz has a lot of fun with it. the wind howled down on the house, not a nature sound empty of meaning, but a shriek of blackest madnessAnd there are plenty more. I enjoyed the opposite paths taken by Lee and Woody, each touched by something alien, one becoming more human, the other becoming more bestial. I was also impressed with the concept that joined human and canine. In this, Koontz may have gone from notion to actualization in very quick steps, but this is why we have the lovely tool of suspension of disbelief. In short, you will certainly enjoy this very good book. And who knows? Maybe your dog will too. We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet; and amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us. - Maurice Maeterlinck Review first posted – February 7, 2020 Publication date – April 16, 2020 The publisher provided a review copy in return for a fair review. It was done in the usual way, no dogs or telepathy involved. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, Instagram and FB pages Items of Interest -----Special Agent Lewis Erskine -----How Dean Koontz Proved Anyone Can Be a Bestseller - by Travis McBee -----Wiki for the 1975 film A Boy and His Dog -----Wiki for the Harlen Ellison A Boy and His Dog stories on which the film was based -----Just a weeeeee bit fringy - Telepathic Animal Communication: What Is It? - by Mary J Getten – animal Communicator -----A wiki on The Magician’s Elephant by Kate DiCamillo -----From an Introduction to Nineteenth Century Art, on Goya’s painting, Saturn Devouring His Son Music -----Bridge Over Troubled Water -----Hopelessly Devoted to You -----Audrey Hepburn - Moon River - from the film Breakfast at Tiffany’s -----Boyz II Men - 4 Seasons Of Loneliness -----Daniel Baremnboim plays Pathetique, a Beethoven sonata ...more |
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| I found a way, I found a way to survive with them. Am I a great person? I don’t know. I don’t know. We’re all great people. Everyone has something in I found a way, I found a way to survive with them. Am I a great person? I don’t know. I don’t know. We’re all great people. Everyone has something in them that is wonderful. I’m just different and I love these bears enough to do it right. I’m edgy enough and I’m tough enough. But mostly I love these bears enough to survive and do it right. – from the video diary of Timothy Treadwell, self-proclaimed “Grizzly Man,” recorded right before he was eaten by a bear On April 1, 1969 the Board of Commissioners of Skamania County, Washington State, adopted an ordinance for the protection of sasquatch/bigfoot creatures (Ordinance No.69-01). Although it sounds like an April Fool's Day joke, it was an official ordinance. It was published in the local weekly newspaper, Skamania County Pioneer on April 4 and April 11, 1969. Because people did not take it seriously, the newspaper publisher had the article notarized on April 12, 1969, and printed both the ordinance and an Affidavit of Publication in a subsequent paper edition. - Courthouse Libraries- BCThere are several things going on in Max Brooks’s latest novel, Devolution. First and most obvious is the notion of Bigfoot. The conceit of the novel is that following Mount Rainier going full lava, a small community in Washington State is cut off from the world and is massacred by a troop of Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) or Sasquatch. This is a fun look at the real-world possibility of something being out there. Well, maybe not so fun for the victims. If there are yeti-type creatures tramping about in the woods, how did they get there? Where did they come from? Why did they come? Or did they originate here? [image] Max Brooks looks like he is prepared for a rough day (meeting with his agent, maybe?) - image from his site Second, there is a satirical look at a group of supposedly back-to-nature enthusiasts who have little appreciation of what nature is really all about, and that does not just mean the possible presence of a superpredator in the neighborhood. The story points out the downside of our reliance on the conveniences of the modern age without considering the need for backup in case something should interrupt, or end, many of the services we take for granted. Something that might ring a bell in this plague year. For example, in one of his talks for the military, Brooks points out how advanced communication technology has made it increasingly possible for soldiers in the field to sustain real-time contact with their commanders. But what if they are being hacked by a hostile force? In that case the advanced tech has become an unwarranted risk and the soldiers need to be able to proceed with their mission on their own. They have to be able to go electronically silent. They need to have the necessary equipment and training required to accomplish the intended goals on their own. In the case of Greenloop, WA, if you lose your communications and have only enough supplies to last for a relatively short time, how do you sustain yourself? And then there is that third element. [image] Image from NH1 in Vermont The need to recognize and prepare for real threats in the world. Well, the Greenloop folks might be forgiven for not heading to their exurban happy place, a small, planned community, expecting to be contending with incoming zombies, or whatever. (they clearly had not read Max’s earlier work) But they find themselves a bit light on death-dealing hardware when faced with fearsome furry foes. It’s great to live free of the other sheep until you hear the wolves howl. [image] These guys do not figure in the novel, although it would be pretty frightening if a herd of them descended on a small community en masse. But their band name, Devo, comes from the concept of 'de-evolution'—the idea that instead of continuing to evolve, mankind has actually begun to regress, as evidenced by the dysfunction and herd mentality of American society. (Like dressing the same?) Brooks has some experience planning for unpleasant possibilities. He is the author of, among other things, World War Z, and, most relevant here, The Zombie Survival Guide. One could reasonably expect a bit of overlap between preparing for a zombie apocalypse and Survival Sasquatch. He is also a Nonresident Fellow at the Modern War Institute at West Point, and Senior Resident Fellow at the Art of Future Warfare Project, at the Brent Scowcroft Center on International Security of the Atlantic Council. His expertise on how to contend with surprising enemies is taken pretty seriously by the United States military and a top tier international relations organization. The guy might be worth checking out. And I would heartily urge you to watch some of his presentations. [image] Image from Closet.fileswordpress.com – I know that look, bunions Part of the look at how unprepared we are has to do with a larger question of how those who are aware of impending problems (for example the CDC for disease-related threats, or the leadership of our national intelligence apparatus for the current cyber war Russia is waging on us) can engage the public. Most of the population tends to fall into one of two categories, denial (my children can’t possibly get measles or [insert your favorite not-quite extinct disease here], so there is no need for them to be inoculated) or panic (don’t go anywhere near a person with AIDS or you may become infected). Brooks plays those out in this scenario as well, while having a bit of fun at the expense of the frou-frou, and expressing some appreciation for those who can bring real-world experience of relatable challenges, and those who are able to apply their creativity to finding solutions to unthought-of problems. [image] Image from The Daily Beast The story is presented with a lightly drawn framing device. It will feel familiar to readers of World War Z. In this one, an unnamed narrator presents to us material about the Rainier Sasquatch Massacre from several sources. Prime among these is the journal kept by one Kate Holland, a resident of Greenloop, and first-hand witness. (One must wonder if Kate Holland’s name might be a nod to Ranae Holland of the Animal Planet show, Finding Bigfoot). Her descriptions show how the social dynamics of the tiny community change in adapting to their newly perilous circumstances. Who rises, who fails. It makes for a very entertaining version of a Big (No, I mean really, seriously BIG) Brother type scheme. There will be heroes and villains. We get to see how the threats arrive, are seen, and how responses evolve as well. [image] Image from Closet.fileswordpress.com – Maybe upset because it is so tough to get a pair of decently fitting shoes? Other intel sources include bits of interviews with Ranger Josephine Schell, and with Frank McCray, brother to one of the Greenloop residents. There are occasional one-off bits from other sources as well. These offer exposition about what was going on in the world around the time of the massacre, and historical and scientific insight. Each chapter is introduced with a quote. These are from very diverse sources, like JJ Rousseau, Teddy Roosevelt, Jane Goodall, Frans de Waal, Cicero, Cato, Aesop and more. These are fun, often informative and/or thought-provoking, some grounding the more fantastical elements in a base of reality. One of the things that I enjoyed most about this book was the trial and error approach the Greenloop residents went through in trying to find ways to contend with their new situation. Really makes you wonder what you would do in their place. It reminded me very much of the hard science fiction of Arthur C. Clark and Neal Stephenson. And the musings on the possible roots of Sasquatch were also quite fun. [image] Image from Satanfudge.com Overall, this is a fun read, with page-turning tension that will keep you at it while delivering a subliminal (or not so subliminal) payload of suggesting you check out your own reliance on things not readily replaced should something really, really bad happen. Adversity introduces us to ourselves. Review First Posted – January 31, 2020 Published – May 12, 2020 I received this ARE from del Rey. Thanks, folks. Must have been because of my size 14s. And thanks to MC. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Where to go to see Bigfoot -----Boring, OR - North American Bigfoot Center -----Felton, CA - The Bigfoot Discovery Museum -----Blue Ridge, GA - Expedition Bigfoot! The Sasquatch Museum -----Portland, ME - International Cryptozoology Museum -----Animal Planet – Finding Bigfoot Items of Interest -----Hollywood Reporter - Excerpt -----Free Download of Germ Warfare by Brooks -----Muy review of Germ Warfare by Max Brooks -----Wiki on the band Devo -----Wiki on Gigantopithecus -----Muppet Show episode 211 - Us-ness - with Dom DeLuise -----Courthouse Libraries BC - on Sasquatch in the law ----- Battle With Bigfoot at Mt. St. Helens -----Wiki on the Patterson Gimlin film from 1967 - you know the one ...more |
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| A cloth covers the jar that Bridie took from the bookcase in the nursery, and Ruby is thankful for this. For the contents have the ability to rearr A cloth covers the jar that Bridie took from the bookcase in the nursery, and Ruby is thankful for this. For the contents have the ability to rearrange even a dead man’s sense of reality. As with all terrible, wondrous sights, there is a jolt of shock, then a hypnotic fascination, then the uneasy queasiness, then the whole thing starts again; the desire to look and the desire never to have looked in the first place.1860s London, the prime of the Victorian age. About fifteen years before Sherlock Holmes begins using his talents to suss truth from mystery, Bridie applies her peculiar talents to helping the police in cases of an unusual nature. A sign outside her door announces: Mrs Devinebut she is known mostly for her ability to discern the cause of death, when simple observation will not suffice. She would do as well with a sign that says Investigator of the Bizarre. Her Scotland Yard contact and sometime employer is one Inspector Valentine Rose, and business is brisk. London is awash with the freshly murdered. Bodies appear hourly, blooming in doorways with their throats cut, prone in alleyways with the head knocked in. Half-burnt in hearths and garroted in garrets, folded into trunks or bobbing about in the Thames, great bloated shoals of them.She is called on to look into inexplicable deaths, primarily among the flotsam of society. London has been undergoing the installation of a world class sewer system, and diggings have turned up some extremely cold cases. The latest calls her to a crypt in Highgate Chapel. A mother and child have been unearthed, the child having significant bodily abnormalities. Around the same time, a dodgy-seeming doctor comes a-calling, seeking her assistance on behalf of his patron, Sir Edmund Athestan Berwick. Seems the baronet’s daughter has been kidnapped. Going to the police is not really an option. And the game is afoot. Any chance the two cases are linked? [image] Jess Kidd - image from Metro. The purloined child, Christabel, has some peculiarities of her own. The man, looking up, hesitates and the child bites him, a nip of surprising sharpness. He pulls his hand away in surprise and sees a line of puncture holes, small but deep…The man stands, dazed, flexing his hand. Red lines track from palm to wrist to elbow, the teeth marks turn mulberry, then black…What kind of child bites like this, like a rat? He imagines her venom—he feels it—coursing through him …A blistering poison spreads, a sudden fire burning itself out as it travels…All- the time the creature watches him, her eyes darkening—a trick of lamplight, surely!...He would scream if he could, but he can only reach out. He lies gasping like a landed fish.Poor unfortunate soul. [image] Image from The Times With Sherlockian insight, a talent for disguises, and lots of shoe leather, Bridie sets about following leads and examining clues trying to get to the bottom of a case that is unusually fishy. Like that later consulting detective, Bridie smokes a pipe, which is often enlivened by substances other than pure tobacco, things with names such as Mystery Caravan or Fairground Riot, concocted by Dr. Rumhold Fortitude Prudhoe, a close friend. She shares her quarters with a particularly helpful assistant, the seven-foot-tall Cora Butter, who asks more than once whether Bridie would like this or that person held upside down. The medical bag Bridie totes is her own. The other frequent companion in her investigations is a dead man. While on the job at Highgate Chapel, he first appeared to her in the attached graveyard, notable not only for his transparency, but for his indecorous attire. Ruby Doyle had been a renowned boxer in his day, and appears in shorts, shirtless, sporting a cocked top hat, an impressive handlebar moustache, muscles aplenty, and a considerable number of tattoos, with peculiarities all their own. He seems to know Bridie quite well. One of the mysteries of the book is why she does not seem to remember him, particularly as she finds him very, very attractive. [image] Tom Hardy - add a handlebar moustache, top hat, and some more tats, and Kidd sees him as Ruby The supporting cast is a delight. Lee refers to those who work with her as Bridie’s Victorian A-team. Beyond those noted above there is a criminal circus owner with a weakness for strong women, psycho killers of both the male and female persuasion, a misshapen sniveling abettor who could have snuck out of a Dickens novel to put some time in here, an honorable street urchin, orphans, a mysterious woman who may be haunting the baronet, and plenty more. The story is told in two timelines. Bridie investigates the taking of Christabel in 1863, and we get looks back into Bridie’s childhood from 1837 to 1843, the earlier period explaining much of what is to come twenty years later. And explaining how Bridie came to have the skills she possesses. Bridie was born in Ireland, like the author, but I expect Jess Lee’s transition to life in London was a tad less fraught. [image] Image from Foodiggity.com Among other things, Kidd is interested in presenting a realistic portrait of the period. ( I…wanted to give a basis of a real, gritty, accurate portrayal of Victorian London.) Visually, she offers panoramic looks through the dark eyes of ravens, and Bridie’s pedestrian peregrinations, particularly through less-than-posh parts of the city. She offers a particularly effective olfactory perspective as well. Breathe in—but not too deeply. Follow the fulsome fumes from the tanners and the reek from the brewery, butterscotch rotten, drifting across Seven Dials. Keep on past the mothballs and the cheap tailor’s and turn left at the singed silk of the maddened hatter. Just beyond, you’ll detect the unwashed crotch of the overworked prostitute and the Christian sweat of the charwoman. On every inhale a shifting scale of onions and scalded milk, chrysanthemums and spiced apple, broiled meat and wet straw, and the sudden stench of the Thames as the wind changes direction and blows up the knotted backstreets. Above all, you may notice the rich and sickening chorus of shit.She was greatly influenced by journalist William Mayhew’s encyclopedic 1851 book London Labour and the London Poor. There is a look at the jailhouse, which appears to be guarded by particularly corrupt versions of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Toss in, (or dig up) some resurrectionists, too. Part of the Victorian culture was a craze for collecting exotic things. One story that fed her interest was that of The Irish Giant, an exceptionally tall gent (7’7”) who became the talk of London for a brief time. But after his early demise, and despite his specific instructions to the contrary, his remains were obtained by a collector and put on display. There is a link to this tale in EXTRA STUFF. [image] Image from Traveldarkly.com Lee is also interested in Irish folklore and partakes of that richly for the core element of the story. The incorporation of this element brings with it the main fantasy strand of the novel. One look at the cover of the book will inform you that there be mermaids (or something akin) here. Lee adds additional magical elements, as such critters appear here to have considerable power to influence the world about them, and specific powers that we would never associate with The Little Mermaid, although, considering the things we see in jars, we might have to reconsider the implications of the song Part of Your World: Look at this stuffHmmmmmm. [image] Image from Klyker.com There is considerable humor in Things in Jars. Her spectacularly ugly bonnet is curled up before the fire, bristling with feathers. She refused to give it up into the hands of the butler. Not that the butler was overeager to take it. If it comes alive, Sir Edmund thinks, he will do for it with the poker.My particular LOL favorite is the prayer young Bridie offers up at bedtime. God grant eternal rest to Mammy, Daddy, James, John, Theresa, Margaret, Ellen, and little baby Owen. God grant that bastard Paddy Fadden a kick up his hole and severe death to him and his gang, of a slow and terrible variety.How could you not absolutely love such a child? The disappointments in Things in Jars were few. I wish there had been more provision of clues throughout the book about what the deal was with Ruby. I was ok with the explanation, but it needed a better support structure. A bit more background on Cora would have been welcome. One actual gripe was a scene in which Bridie falls asleep while on the job. No way would this have happened. Booo! Almost all the violence occurs off-stage. In addition to one event described in a quote from the book in the review, we are shown the beginning of one attack by a ruffian on a lady. Tender souls might turn away. That’s really about it for such things. [image] Image from Nickcook.net But the delights in Things in Jars could fill a wing of the British Museum. Bridie is a delicious lead, tough as nails without being impervious, bright, with a solid background that explains how she knows what she knows. She is a lot of fun to follow. The Holmesian parallels are a treat. The supporting cast is like a three-ring circus, in the best possible way, diverse, interesting, and fun to watch (both the light and the dark). We feel the fear when appropriate, and see Bridie’s affection for Ruby grow. A taste of Irish folklore is both creepy and educational, and Lee’s portrait of 19th century London offers an exceptionally immersive experience. You really get a feel (and smell) of being there. A real-world mystery with fabulous elements of fantasy. In short, Things in Jars is an absolute delight. For the hours you are reading this book you will be part of that world. Review first posted – January 17, 2020 Publication date – February 4, 2020 I received an ARE of this book from Atria in return for some specimens I have been keeping in a special place in the [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, Goodreads, Instagram and FB pages My review of a 2023 book by Kidd -----The Night Ship Interviews -----Savidge Reads - Sinister & Supernatural Shenanigans with Jess Kidd - by Simon Savidge -----Stitcher - S3E4 – Chatting with Jess Kidd - audio – 1:29:12 – by Tim Clare – you can safely begin at about 46:00 for a focus on Jars -----Well, not an interview, really, but a piece Kidd wrote for LitHub on her favorite ghost stories - Books That Blur the Lines Between Living and Dead Items of Interest -----Waterstones - A look at the Operating Theater - Kidd gives a tour -----Writing i.e. - On Writing Things in Jars by Jess Kidd -----Gutenberg - London Labour and the London Poor (1851) by William Mayhew -----Joseph Bazalgette - engineer of the massive sewer works in London -----Otherworldly Oracle - Mermen Legends. – a fun bit of fluff -----Wikipedia - The Irish Giant ...more |
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| It was my own personal theory that most lifetimes could be summed up by ten to twenty moments, meaningful snippets ranging from a handful of second It was my own personal theory that most lifetimes could be summed up by ten to twenty moments, meaningful snippets ranging from a handful of seconds to a few spins around the clock face that contained both the best and worst of one’s character and experiences...In my case, it only took thirteen moments from my forty-three years to convey an insightful understanding of my life, twelve recollections that I told proudly and one that always stung a little bit in the telling.It's the stinging ones that matter most here. Shit happens! The core notion of the book is that entire lives can take a turn, for good or ill, on decisions, on actions that occur in a moment. As a result of two such moments, pooh of different sorts has found its way into the lives of Bowe’s leading men, who, having seen a sudden and dramatic downturn in their fortunes, find each other in a place somewhat less cosmopolitan than their former digs in Philadelphia. But it is really a full circle, as both had grown up there, in Shelbyville, PA. [image] Michael Bowe - image from Amazon Nick Sterling, our primary narrator, is an award-winning journalist, late of The Philadelphia Inquirer. He made a mistake that resulted in a tragic loss of life. Went for a long swim in a very deep bottle, rimmed with some lovely powder and self-flagellation, retreated to the Podunk of his youth, and now is owner and editor-in-chief of an independent newspaper for all the people of Shelbyville. Still spends way too much time with his bestie, Glen[fiddich], but gets his paper out once a week, need it or not. Walked away from a pretty sweet relationship too. Tom Corbett was a successful art appraiser, who’s big oopsy was getting filmed in a somewhat justified rage-a-thon in a public place. That bit of social faux pas goes viral, earns him an internet nickname, and the loss of his job. Really? I found this a bit of a stretch. There are ways one could have addressed this without it being a career-a-cide. Fine, ok, Tom’s fifteen minutes, his weighty moment, propels the story forward. But wait, there’s more. Tom’s choice of Shannon for a spouse was hardly the result of a moment. It took some time to commit to someone who would turn out to be that much less than a wonderful partner. Both his son and daughter get into serious trouble of different sorts. Adolescents! And don’t get me started on his paternal history. Maybe Tom should have been named Job. At least he has some resources to see him through. On the other hand, Tom comes into a bit of the less icky sort of luck, as a late, and unmissed, relation has gone legs up and left Tom, his only living family member, a nice farm in Shelbyville. Bit of a family curse on this place, though, rich as it is with the aroma of old sins, and unhappy memories. Tom had spent a portion of his youth growing up there, and is not eager to return. But, in his current situation, it will have to do. And so, the returning natives, the now very urbanized Nick and Tom, find in each other true friends in this very ex-urban place. Both guys can appreciate the experience of the other’s ostracism, and maybe help each other rebuild, (an outhouse maybe?). The central thread is how Nick and Tom work together to try to re-construct their lives, emotionally. (actually, physically too, on a guesthouse) Not all challenges need result in flushing your life. Bowe offers subsidiary characters who face hard times. Some cannot cope, but others manage to find their way through to a brighter road ahead. Will Nick and/or Tom? Of course, there are positive moments as well, and seeing how the characters, primary and secondary, respond to such opportunities offers a bit of balance. The good moments can re-direct lives to greener fields, just as much a bad ones can send them coursing downhill. But what if you screw up the good chances? Some of the supporting characters are delightful. AJ, a flamboyant art dealer, brightens up the page every time he swoops across one. A toxic local, spewing venom, is a page brightener, although for entirely other reasons. Austin, young Nick’s mentor, offers a warm, if too fleeting presence. I have gripes. Bowe has a tendency, might be a compulsion, to tell, at the expense of showing. I certainly get that exposition can be necessary, that not all bits of information a writer wants readers to take in can be readily done in showing mode. But I felt that the balance was tilted too far to the telling side of that scale. For example, Tom hoped this conversation was over and quietly stared out the car window at the faces of the strangers walking along Quince Street. One moment there was a stylishly attired couple and the next moment a homeless person in rags leaning against a wall. From his passing glance, he thought he saw a common loneliness in the faces of all three strangersNO, no, no. In another section, Bowe offers excessive detail about how Nick’s error resulted in awfulness. Yeah, we get it. It is not necessary to spell it all out for us. There is a lovely bit at Tom’s property later in the book in which Tom and Nick find something of considerable public interest. It works well as a metaphor, at least until the author has to go and spell out for us the exact meaning of the metaphor. I felt a bit like an audience member at the cinema who sees the little girl turn to go back into the room the monster/killer/alien just entered, so she can retrieve a favorite stuffy. No, Sweetie. Don’t do it! Don’t go there! Some information is tossed out that I found problematic. Mention is made of the infamous “wilding” episode that provided tabloids plenty of ammunition back in 1989. It is used as an example of how cities were perceived as such dangerous places. But he fails to mention that the people arrested and railroaded for the crime were eventually exonerated. As part of that, Bowe also posits that subsequent increases in police staffing resulted in overall crime reduction, which is not necessarily so. Crime declined in most major US cities from the 80s into the 90s for a range of reasons. There is also reason to doubt the likelihood of the thing that is found on Tom’s property actually being found there, but that seemed entirely forgivable as the truth-stretching was so important to the story. Finally, there is goopy sincerity that emerges in quantities that seemed Hallmarckian (not the cards, the movies. I have seen way too many of these.) For all these gripes I believe that a solid pass by an experienced editor could have made a world of difference. On the other hand, I really liked the local diner as a distribution center for many details of Shelbyville’s personalities, as well as a place where much of the substantive conversation of the novel takes place. There is a fun element centered there, with some chuckles at the expense of a stubborn resident who is doing battle with some hostile fauna. Bowe shows the growth in the trust and friendship between the two men beautifully. He expands the Weight of a Moment theme to subsidiary characters, showing how they cope, or don’t. Nick seeks redemption, not only for his error (which I felt was unmerited. I mean, really, can’t you go talk to a professional about this?) but for his own bad, as opposed to accidental, behavior. Also with Tom, his redemption is not so much for his moment of bad behavior, but for the life choices he had been making for a long time. Maybe more of a redirection than a redemption. So, in a way, while the weight of a moment notion may push a life in a particular direction based on a fleeting event, it is the larger, more deeply embedded values and behaviors that require addressing. There are things I liked a lot about The Weight of a Moment and things that I liked not so much. But overall, it was a satisfying read, with interesting, relatable characters, facing challenging situations, and trying to come through with their humanity intact. Real life questions are addressed and the benefit of being able to get out of one’s head is shown. There is a segment here in which the power of words is addressed. It is celestial. There is an element of mystery embedded in here as well. So, a mix. Really a three and a half for me, but as GR does not allow such things, I am kicking it up to a four. Review posted – January 24, 2020 Publication date – October 1, 2019 I received a copy of the book from the author in return for a honest look. =============================EXTRA STUFF Bowe’s page on Goodreads I did not find any others. ...more |
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| …now I knew there were so many ways to get hung from a cross—a mother’s love for you morphing into something incomprehensible. A dress ghosted in a …now I knew there were so many ways to get hung from a cross—a mother’s love for you morphing into something incomprehensible. A dress ghosted in another generation’s dreams. A history of fire and ash and loss. Legacy.Melody is sixteen, having her coming out party in her home, her grandparents home, in Brooklyn’s Park Slope. We are introduced to her father, her grandparents, her bff, her world. She has chosen for her entrance music something that draws a line between her generation and those that came before, Prince’s Darling Nikki. The guests are thankful that the lyrics have been omitted. [you can see them at the end of EXTRA STUFF]. But it is the connections across generational lines that are at the core of Jacqueline Woodson’s latest novel. How the past persists through time, molding, if not totally defining us, informing our options, our choices, our possibilities, the impact of legacy. [image] Jacqueline Woodson - image from the New York Times Red at the Bone is a short book with a long view. (I have had people say, "I've read that in a day" and I'm like, "Yo, it took me four years to write that. Go back and read it again." - from the Shondaland interview) It is not just about race and legacy, but about class, about parenting, about coming of age, about the making and unmaking of families. Look closely. It’s the spring of 2001 and I am finally sixteen. How many hundreds of ancestors knew a moment like this? Before the narrative of their lives changed once again forever, there was Bach and Ellington, Monk and Ma Rainey, Hooker and Holiday. Before the world as they knew it ended, they stepped out in heels with straightening-comb burns on their ears, gartered stockings, and lipstick for the first time.Iris found motherhood too soon, was fifteen when she became pregnant with Melody. Buh-bye Catholic school. Buh-bye coming out party. And when her parents were unwilling to endure their neighbors’ scorn, buh-bye neighborhood. It’s tough to be a proper, upstanding family, respected by all, when the sin is so public, and the forgiveness element of their Catholic community is so overwhelmed by the urge to finger-point and shame. Class informs who we choose and the roads we take through our lives. Although paths may cross, as we head in diverging directions we can wave to each other for a while, but eventually, mostly, we lose sight of those who have traveled too far on that other bye-way. The baby-daddy, Aubrey, steps up, but, really, Iris does not think he is a long-term commitment she wants to make. She has been raised middle-class, and Aubrey’s background, ambitions, and interests do not measure up. When she looked into her future, she saw college and some fancy job somewhere where she dressed cute and drank good wine at a restaurant after work. There were always candles in her future—candlelit tables and bathtubs and bedrooms. She didn’t see Aubrey there.Her decision impacts her daughter, who grows up largely motherless, a mirror to her father, who had grown up fatherless, although without the resources his daughter has from her mother’s parents. One impact of history is how the Tulsa Massacre, specifically, cascades down through the generations, driving family members to achieve, and to zealously protect what they have gained, ever knowledgeable that everything might be taken from them at any time. (Melody is named for her great-grandmother, who suffered in the Tulsa Massacre.) Every day since she was a baby, I’ve told Iris the story. How they came with intention. How the only thing they wanted was to see us gone. Our money gone. Our shops and schools and libraries—everything—just good and gone. And even though it happened twenty years before I was even a thought, I carry it. I carry the goneness. Iris carries the goneness. And watching her walk down those stairs, I know now that my grandbaby carries the goneness too.The goneness finds a contemporary echo when a family member is killed in the 9/11 attack, a space that cannot be filled. Goneness appears in other forms, when Iris leaves her Catholic school, and, later, heads off to college. Music permeates the novel, from Melody’s name (and the person who had inspired it) to the atmosphere of various locales, from Po’Boy’s recollections to Aubrey’s parentage, from Melody’s coming out song to Iris’s college playlist. Who among us does not have music associated with the events of our life? Most good novels offer a bit of reflection on the narrative process. The person-as-a-story here reminded me of Ocean Vuong writing about our life experience as language in On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. …as we dance, I am not Melody who is sixteen. I am not my parents’ once illegitimate daughter—I am a narrative, someone’s almost forgotten story. Remembered.There are many moments in this book that reach deep. In a favorite of these, Aubrey remembers the pedestrian things he liked in his peripatetic single-parent childhood, a Whitman-esque litany of physical experience, capped with an image of fleeting, unsurpassed beauty, and desperate longing that well mirrors his love for Iris, and is absolutely heart-wrenching. The stories within the novel are told from several alternating perspectives, Melody, Aubrey and Iris getting the most time, and Iris’s parents, Sabe and Po’Boy, getting some screen time as well. We see Iris and Aubrey as teens and adults, and are given a look at Aubrey’s childhood as well. Sabe and Po’Boy provide a contemporary perspective, but a connection back to their young adulthood too. Woodson’s caution to the fast-reader to go back and try again is advice well worth heeding. Red at the Bone is a tapestry, with larger images, created with threads that are woven in and out, and drawn together to form a glorious whole. You will see on second, third, or further readings flickers here that reflect events from there, see the threads that had gone unnoticed on prior readings. It is a magnificent book, remarkably compact, but so, so rich. Surely one of the best books of 2019. Review posted – December 27, 2019 Publication date – September 17, 2019 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, FB, and Tumblr pages My review of Woodson’s prior novel, Another Brooklyn Interviews - Video/audio -----The Daily Show - Trevor Noah -----Longreads - “We’re All Still Cooking…Still Raw at the Core”: An Interview with Jacqueline Woodson - by Adam Morgan -----NPR – Weekend Edition - History And Race In America In 'Red At The Bone' - by Scott Simon -----Shondaland - Jacqueline Woodson Will Not Be Put in a Box - by Britni Danielle Items of Interest -----NPR - Jacqueline Woodson: What Is The Hidden Power Of Slow Reading? -----Wiki - The Tulsa Race Massacre -----Rollingstone - The Tulsa Massacre Warns Us Not to Trust History to Judge Trump on Impeachment - by Jamil Smith -----The Party - by Paul Lawrence Dunbar – read by Karen Wilson -----Sojourner Truth’s seminal speech - Ain’t I a Woman? Songs - both from the book and her stated playlist from the Longreads interview -----Prince - Darling Nikki -----Eva Cassidy - Songbird -----EmmyLou Harris - Don’t Leave Nobody But the Baby -----J. Cole - Young, Dumb, and Broke -----Etta James - I’d Rather Go Blind -----Erroll Garner - Fly Me to the Moon -----Erroll Garner - Jeannine, I Dream of Lilac Time -----The Chi Lites - Have You Seen Her? -----Boy George - That’s the Way -----5th Dimenion - Stoned Soul Picnic -----Phoebe Snow - Poetry Man Darling Nikki Prince I knew a girl named Nikki I guess you could say she was a sex fiend, I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine, She said how'd you like to waste some time and I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind. She took me to her castle and I just couldn't believe my eyes, She had so many devices everything that money could buy, She said "sign your name on the dotted line." The lights went out and Nikki started to grind. Nikki The castle started spinning or maybe it wa my brain. I can't tell you what she did to me but my body will never be the same. Awe, her lovin will kick your behind, she'll show you no mercy But she'll sure 'nough, sure 'nough show you how to grind Come on Nikki I woke up the next morning, Nikki wasn't there. I looked all… Sometimes the world's a storm. One day soon the storm will pass And all will be bright and peaceful. Fearlessly bathe in the, Purple rain Source: LyricFind ...more |
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| Salt for pride. Mustard seed for lies. Barley for curses. There are grapes too, laid red and bursting across the pinewood coffin—one grape split wi Salt for pride. Mustard seed for lies. Barley for curses. There are grapes too, laid red and bursting across the pinewood coffin—one grape split with a ruby seed poking through the skin like a sliver through flesh. There’s crow’s meat stirred with plums and a homemade loaf, small and shaped like a bobbin…There are other foods too, but not many. My mother had few sins.In an alternate Elizabethan England, fourteen-year-old May Owens, newly orphaned with the passing of her father, (her mother’s family not being an option, having already shown themselves to be an abusive, criminal lot) is nabbed for stealing bread, tossed into the clink, and done dirt by being fitted with a literal collar, brass, with a coordinated tattoo on her tongue, and sentenced, cursed really, to be a Sin Eater. It may be a job, but it comes with the added weight of making you a social outcast, a literal untouchable. This despite performing what is considered the crucial public service of symbolically taking on the sins of the deceased by eating particular foods by their coffins so the sinners could speed their way to heaven, unburdened. She finds her way to the only Sin Eater she knows, in the worst part of town, the woman who had sat by her mother to take on her sins as she neared death. The woman takes her in as an apprentice. As the author notes at the beginning of the book, Sin eaters existed in parts of Britain until roughly a century ago. How many and who they were, apart from social pariahs, is almost entirely lost. What we know is that they ate a piece of bread beside people’s coffins to absolve their sins in a folk ritual with Christian resonances.[image] Megan Campisi - image from Gold No Trade Campisi has enlarged and enlivened the menu somewhat, listing thirty-nine sins, from Adultery to Wrath, and offers a corresponding food for each. Guilty of Fault Finding? Then eel pie is called for. Heresy? Honey cake. Tale Bearing? Stewed gurnards. Campisi then uses some of the required foods as chapter heads, signaling the crimes being considered in each. I spent a lot of time reading through Tudor cookbooks! In selecting pairings of sins and foods, I grouped some by types of sins (for example, sins related to envy all involve cream) and some by onomatopoeia (to me, the sound of “gristle” fits its sin, wrath). I also intended for some pairings to feel whimsical. I wanted to recreate the experience one has when hearing a nursery rhyme from hundreds of years ago: there are elements that make sense and others that simply don’t because their meaning has been lost over time. - from the Reading the Past interviewThere are several things going on here. First, is a Dickensian tale of an orphaned girl being thrown into a corrupt adult world, having to fend for herself, and trying to create her own family, trying to make a home for herself, and a place for herself in the world. It is also a feminist coming of age, as May begins to realize that she now has power she had not realized before, can exert it to help herself and others, and why shouldn’t she be able to have as much control over her life as the men do? And surely there is a message to the fact that there are no male sin eaters, so females alone carry the spiritual burden of the crimes of others. And, it is a also mystery. There is trouble afoot in the royal realm, as people seem to be dropping off at a rather alarming rate in the palace. Even the wealthy want a sin eater near the end. When May’s mentor realizes that the foods that are being laid out for her to eat (Eatings) do not match the sins that the newly departed had recently confessed to her (Recitations), in a particularly dark way, she understands that something dastardly is going on, refuses to eat the proffered repast, and is soon jailed. May takes on the business. Being an intrepid soul with an urge to do right, she feels compelled to get to the bottom of it all. She is also interested to learn how her mentor came to become a sin eater. It is a time of religious turmoil, in which monarchs have been changing the national religion with each succession, so there is plenty of intrigue to go around, loyalties to be discovered, secret alliances to be unearthed, family connections to be revealed. Being the lowest of the low, May becomes socially invisible and thus finds herself largely unnoticed wandering halls where private conversations somehow reach her ears. Campisi is a theater expert and puts her knowledge to good use, from the forms of traveling entertainment to the materials used in theatrical face paint, to the colors and styles worn in the period. Her portrayals of actors and stage performers and performances is great fun, particularly when the players are called on to improvise. May also acquires a bit of a life as the house in which she is living seems to keep attracting more and more people, of a theatrical bent, with tales to tell and knowledge to impart. That May makes do with a minimum of conversation is a tribute to Campisi’s particular expertise at using physical action instead of dialogue tell a story. Sin eaters are only allowed to speak when performing their rituals, so tracking May’s story presented some challenges. She tosses in a dash of magic, as someone is using witchcraft to secure unscrupulous ends. But the real magic is in her look at what life might have been like for those at the lowest end of the social ladder. Theater people are not much above sin eaters in this world in how highly they are regarded. But life is particularly harsh for the young, poor, uneducated, unconnected, illiterate, and female. While May’s story is harrowing, her strength, native intelligence, and determination are admirable. Sin Eater gives us a sense of a time and a place not too far from the actually historical, a relatable heroine, and a twisty whodunit. It is enough to feast on. Bon appétit. You gonna finish that? Review posted – April 17, 2020 Publication date ----------April 7, 2020 - hardcover ----------April 13, 2021 - trade paperback Atria graciously provided an ARE in return for a =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram and FB pages Campisi is an actress, playright, teacher of theater arts, and co-founder of the Gold No Trade theater company. She has also worked as a chef in Paris, a forest ranger in the Northwest, and a motion capture artist. Sin Eater was named an Indie next pick for April 2020 There is a downloadable Book Club Kit on her site Interviews -----Authors on the Air Radio Megan Campisi joins Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE! -Tamara Thorn and Alistair Cross -----Chicago Review of Books - Coming of Age in “Sin Eater” by Ryan Asmussen -----Reading the Past - Review and interview: Megan Campisi's Sin Eater, a dark, folklore-infused mystery in an alternate Elizabethan England by Sarah Johnson Item of Interest -----CrimeReads - The Strange, Sordid World of Elizabethan-Era True Crime by the author ...more |
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| “When you get old, you become invisible. It’s just the truth. And yet it’s freeing in a way…You go through life and you think you are something. No “When you get old, you become invisible. It’s just the truth. And yet it’s freeing in a way…You go through life and you think you are something. Not in a good way, and not in a bad way. But you think you are something, and then you see that you are no longer anything. To a waitress with a huge hind end you’ve become invisible, And it’s freeing.”Sometimes people come into your life at just the right time. People you have known turn up, unexpected, and you re-engage, begin again. It was like that for Elizabeth Strout. She was sitting alone in a café in Norway, minding her own business, when Olive inserted herself into her life once again, in her car, nosing her way into a marina, cane in hand. I saw it so clearly—felt her so clearly—that I thought, Well, I should go with this. (from the New Yorker interview). It’s not like Olive Kitteridge had been totally absent from Strout’s life. They had parted ways after Olive won Strout a Pulitzer. But there were bits of her around, pieces of story that did not quite work, material for somewhere, somewhen. But the image was stronger this time, whole, a large presence, demanding attention. And so, it was back to Crosby, Maine, back into the life of a difficult, but complex character, crusty, quick to scorn, but with a warm, perceptive core. [image] Elizabeth Strout - image from the Irish Times Olive, and the other characters in Olive, Again, face the ongoing problem of loneliness, among other things. Thematically, this is very much in line with the original Olive Kitteridge, focusing on relationships, considered both in retrospect and in the immediacy of experience. Lives examined. Olive, for example wends her way through diverse and contradictory feelings about her late husband, Henry. And then wanders in her feelings about a new love interest, Jack. She has to cope with her relationship with her son, Chris, now living in Brooklyn, (where Strout has lived, mostly, for over thirty years) and take a tough look at herself as a mother, seeing some less-than-wonderful behavior of hers repeating in her son’s life. There are some particularly moving scenes with Olive trying to make sense of her role with Chris and his family. Olive is not the only character here putting a life under the microscope. Jack Kennison, Olive’s new bf, has plenty of his past to reconsider, including his relationship with his daughter, and is in for a bit of a surprise that had been kept from him for decades. As in the first volume, the stories alternate, pretty much, between Olive, and not Olive, although Olive does cameos in the tales that do not focus on her. A teen, working cleaning houses part time, finds herself resenting the excessive pride one woman displays about her Mayflower heritage. (Strout can track her New World ancestors back to 1603) She finds herself in a very unexpected, awkward, and remunerative situation, that requires a lowering of her standards. Or is it a seizing of power in her life? The story includes a consideration of the class bias that still persists in far too many, as Kayley Callaghan has had it drilled into her that as a working class girl of Irish heritage, she will always be invisible to people like the Doris Ringroses of the world. She finds a way to make herself seen. In one of Olive’s stories, she copes with a MAGA home health aide, and former student of Olive’s, resenting the presence of another HHA, a dark-skinned, hijab-wearing USA-born Muslim, whose mother was an immigrant from Africa. A returnee to town on the passing of her father finds deep solace in the family attorney, and a welcoming ear to hear her tales of growing up in an abysmal home. There is such pain, warmth, emotional connection and relief in this one, that you may want to have a box of Kleenex handy. “I think our job—maybe even our duty—is to—"Her voice became calm, adultlike. “Bear the burden of the mystery with as much grace as we can.”One of the persistent motifs throughout the stories is secrecy. Pretty much all the characters have things they have kept to themselves. Haven’t we all? Some of the secrets are not your garden variety misdemeanors or marital wanderings, but most will be at least somewhat relatable. Ever since I was a kid on that dirt road, I think that the biggest compelling engine in me has always been the desire to know what it feels like to be another person. I just always have been pulled through life by that deep curiosity to know. It’s a frustration for me to not even know what, like, these fingers touching the desk would feel like if it wasn’t me. As a result I have watched and watched and listened to people all the time. I’m always trying to absorb the tiniest detail that I can see or hear from them. - from the Guardian interviewOlive is in the latter stages of her life. We follow her into her 80s, as her capacities decline, and she must make unwelcome adjustments in her daily existence. There are so many facets to Olive that she glistens like a diamond. She is preternaturally crusty, and can be a chore to be around, (enough so, that Strout claims this is the reason she alternated Olive tales with stories of other Crosby residents) but she has a sort of perceptual superpower that lets her see some core emotional elements in people, and is able to jump in and act on her perceptions. This is where her kindness, her softer side, her dynamism comes to the fore. It is a thing of magnificent beauty when it does. She is even able to embrace friendship! There is considerable lyrical beauty in Strout’s writing You could see how at the end of each day the world seemed cracked open and the extra light made its way across the stark trees, and promised. It promised, that light, and what a thing that was. As Cindy lay on her bed she could see this even now, the gold of the last light opening the world.The light is significant, particularly the late winter light of February, and we are offered frequent glimpses of trees reddening, and leaves falling, as what was is slowly stripped away to clear the path for what is to come. Strout brings some characters back from volume #1 for a closer look. She even brings in a few from her 2013 novel, The Burgess Boys. I remember walking down the street one day and all of a sudden realizing, Oh! Jim and Helen Burgess could actually be in Crosby, Maine. They could have dropped their grandson off at camp. That’s what New Yorkers do, they send their kids to camp in Maine. So I thought, how fabulous. It was so fun, particularly because it gave me the chance to explore the enormous cultural divide between New York City and Maine.There is some political perspective in this, not a lot, and some of the political turns are achingly poignant. There are moments of humor as well. Olive’s misery while attending a baby shower is priceless, as is her eagerness to flee, regardless the cost. We are all right for a book at different times of life. Olive, Again may be right on the money for me. While I am not the age Olive is at the end of the book, I have a sister who is, and who is facing similar situations. As a senior citizen I can certainly relate to the issues Olive faces, as can most of us of this age, I expect. Was I a good parent? Did I do right by my kids? Was I the best person I could have been? Did I do something meaningful with my life? It will make you ask some of these questions of yourself. And if you have not yet achieved silver status, there are probably people around you who have. The concerns of the elders in this book might give you a clue as to what is going on in their lives. That said, there are plenty of younger characters banging around in these pages who can offer a perspective from a different generation. The stories in Olive, Again are strong, moving, and beautifully written. Olive is as wonderful a character as she is difficult a person. It has been a privilege renewing our acquaintance. That late season light has a way of staying right in your face and making you squint. But it also gives a magical glow and shadow to all it reaches, helping make visible what might otherwise remain unseen. Review posted – December 6, 2019 Publication date – October 15, 2019 My review of Olive Kitteridge =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews -----New Yorker - Elizabeth Strout on Returning to Olive Kitteridge - by Devorah Treisman -----New Yorker - Elizabeth Strout’s Long Homecoming by Ariel Levy -----NPR - 'We've Got More To Say About You': Olive Kitteridge Is Back, And Complex As Ever - by Scott Simon -----Irish Times - ‘She just showed up’: Elizabeth Strout on the return of Olive Kitteridge - by Catherine Conroy ----- Strand Book Store - Meg Wolitzer Talking with Elizabeth Strout - video – 50:46 Items of Interest -----Excerpt - Motherless Child – in The New Yorker ----- PRH Author Lunch - Elizabeth Strout, author of OLIVE, AGAIN, at the PRH Author Lunch at the ALA Annual Conference 2019 ...more |
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| Ruth knew what evil could befall a girl traveling alone. Especially now, when there were demons dressed in army uniforms on every corner. Ruth knew Ruth knew what evil could befall a girl traveling alone. Especially now, when there were demons dressed in army uniforms on every corner. Ruth knew of them as mazikin, terrible creatures whose work was the misery of humankind. They had accomplished their work in Berlin…newspapers printed captions beneath photographs of Jewish businessmen and lawyers and professors. Here are the animals. Do you know this Beast? That was how evil spoke. It made its own corrupt sense; it swore that the good were evil, and that evil had come to save mankind. It brought up ancient fears and scattered them on the street like pearls. To fight what was wicked, magic and faith were needed. This was what one must turn to when there was no other option.Berlin, Spring, 1941. Hanni Kohn’s husband, Simon, a Jewish doctor, has been murdered, for being a Jewish doctor. She lives with her mother, Bobeshi, and Lea, her twelve-year-old daughter. The old lady was in no condition to travel, so Hanni was stuck, but there was still a chance that she could save her child. If you do not believe in evil, you are doomed to live in a world you will never understand. But if you do believe, you may see it everywhere, in every cellar, in every tree, along streets you know and streets you have never been on before. In the world that we knew, Hanni Kohn saw what was before her. She would do whatever she must to save those she loved, whether it was right or wrong, permitted or forbidden.She finds a rabbi renowned for his expertise and begs him to make a golem (a magical being made from clay) to protect her daughter until she was safe. His wife will not even let Hanni speak to him, but his daughter, Ettie, denied the religious tuition she craved, but an always eager listener at doorways, offers to do the deed. Thus is born Ava, (based on the word Chava, which means life) a creature built not just of clay, water, and mysticism, but of tears and menstrual blood, a female golem, sworn to protect her charge, Lea, as others of her kind had been charged with protecting Jews from worldly evil in the past. But Hanni is warned not to let the creature persist beyond the duration of her mission, as golems were inclined to increasing their knowledge and power over time. Hanni begs the creature to love her daughter as if she were her own. She tells Lea that Ava is a distant cousin. [image] Alice Hoffman - image from The Guardian Lea’s journey with Ava is the primary thread in the novel. In an essay in the book that follows the story, Hoffman calls it a “fairy tale motif of a girl who loses her mother and must find her way in the world.” But there are others we follow as well. The Levi family in Paris is made up of math Professor Andre, Madame Claire, Victor (17), Julien (14) and their young housemaid, Marianne. As the horrors of the Reich reach Paris, the three young people set out on their separate paths. We track them, and the golem-maker, Ettie, along with Lea and Ava. Paths will intersect. The spark for the novel came in the form of a fan who approached Hoffman after a book signing, and told her about having been taken in and protected in a convent during the war. She was afraid that her history and the history of others who had likewise been saved would be lost. She wanted Hoffman to write her story. The author told her that she does not do that, but the notion stuck, and some time later, wanting to write a book about the Holocaust, she returned to it. Partly, I felt it was my last chance to meet survivors and try to understand how they could go through something like that and continue to be in the world. That’s what I really wanted to find out. After all that has happened, can this still be the world that they knew? (The title alludes to that.) And how can they still want to be in it? - from the Moment Magazine interviewHoffman traveled to France and visited the chateaus, homes for children, that had been refuges for refugees. She met with Holocaust survivors both in the USA and in France to inform her knowledge of this heretofore unknown (to her) aspect of that dark, dark time. In an interview with the Philadelphia Enquirer, Hoffman recalls, One really amazing gentleman came to the country from Paris, and we went to the village where he had been a hidden child. He hadn’t been back. It was extremely emotional. She did not limit her view to what had happened in the past but sees growing dangers in the world we know today "I was writing about what hate does, the effects of the fear of people who are ‘other.’ I didn’t realize that so much of what was happening in France during World War II was anti-refugee, that it began not as a movement that was anti-Jewish but simply anti-refugee. So I found myself writing about how it’s really a choice, about how easy it can be to look in the other direction. These things happen slowly and then, all of a sudden, they have happened.” - from the Bookpage interviewThe secondary characters are amazingly well realized, from a doctor who treats resistance fighters, to Marianne’s father, who keeps bees on his farm, to Sister Marie, a nun with a complicated past, who protects refugees. There is a heron who plays a significant and touching role. Tales told by Bobeshi are recounted throughout the story, family lore regarding wolves as often as not. The Kohns feel a close kinship with them, a sort of family totem. Hoffman’s earliest exposure to story was the tales she heard from her Russian Jewish grandmother. We do not know if Hoffman’s family shares the Kohns’ lupine affinity. Granny is nicely represented here. In addition to the emotional engagement of the story, you will learn about resistance organizations, and about peculiarities of governance in occupied France that affected how Jews were treated. And about the Huguenots’ experience of persecution informing their welcoming of refugees. While I may be a bit more subject to literature-driven lachrymosity than most males, it is usually of the whimpering sort, a few sniffs, snorts, leaky eyes, with maybe a crying gasp or two bursting forth. The power of the character creation here, the emet with which Hoffman has imbued them with her inerrant form of magic, the power of the connections she had forged for them with others and the ultimate loss of some, left me bawling into a pillow, desperate not to wake others. Keep a box of tissues handy. And maybe don’t read where you might disturb anyone else. There are great issues at play in this beautiful, dazzling, heart-rending, book. What is life? What is the soul? Are souls restricted to humans alone? What is the power of faith? The power of love, parental, spousal, love of nature, love of god, and longing, to help keep us alive, to give life meaning, and to transcend death? What can good people do to fight evil? The power of the transmission of lore, of faith, of culture down through the generations. How do people survive in dark times? The World That We Knew is among Alice Hoffman’s best novels ever, and may be the best. The world that we know has been blessed with arrival of, not just a great book, but an instant classic. When you read this not-to-be-missed novel, you will find reaffirmation that it is indeed a good time in which to be alive. I always start a novel with a question. With THE WORLD THAT WE KNEW, my question was How do survivors of tragedy manage to go on? I found my answer when speaking with survivors in this country and in France. Even those who had suffered enormous loss valued life, wanted to live, and found joy in their families, their work, their memories and their daily lives.- from the Moment Magazine interview Review first posted – November 1, 2019 Publication date – September 24, 2019 December 2019 - The World That We Knew is named one of Amazon's Best Books of 2019 (Literature and Fiction), which it certainly is, and one of Amazon's overall Best Books of 2019 [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram and FB pages One wonders if the Doctor Girard of the novel might be a tip of the hat to Professor Albert Guerard, a mentor of Hoffman’s at Stanford. Interviews -----BookPage - A little magic is necessary to write the darkest stories -----The Morning Blend - "The World That We Knew" by Alice Hoffman: The Latest from the New York Times Best Seller - video – 5:45 -----Moment Magazine - The Magic of Alice Hoffman - by Amy E. Schwartz -----Reading Group Guides - Author Talk: September 25, 2019 -----The Philadelphia Inquirer - ‘Write my life’: A stranger’s plea inspired Alice Hoffman’s new novel - by Chris Hewitt Items of Interest -----Simon & Schuster - Alice Hoffman shares the inspiration behind The World That We Knew - video – 1:49 ----- Simon & Schuster - Alice Hoffman on Writing - 1:08 Other Hoffman books I have reviewed: -----1999 - Local Girls -----2003 - Green Angel -----2004 - Blackbird House -----2005 - The Ice Queen -----2011 - The Red Garden -----2011 - The Dovekeepers -----2016 - Faithful -----2017 - The Rules of Magic ...more |
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| It was different then. The air was different and the long remote crying of the steamboat whistles as they came down from the Monongahela and Pittsb It was different then. The air was different and the long remote crying of the steamboat whistles as they came down from the Monongahela and Pittsburgh seemed to tell the story of a great nation and a great people with adventure and the look of distance in their eyes, and now it was somehow soiled with the stench of the dead. MacFarland was dead. Lincoln was dead. Neighbors had shot one another dead. It occurred to him that he rarely laughed anymore. Maybe laughter would come back, but it was a dark sun that had come over the country and a plague of crows.Simon Boudlin had always had music in his blood, his father having been a travelling fiddler himself, but the property his family had in Kentucky was laid waste by the war, sending Simon out into the wider world to make his place. He honed his skills in Ohio, made a living with his instrument whenever possible, and did his best to keep away from conscriptionists, both gray and blue. We meet him in East Texas, where he is valued for the breadth of his song-list, not necessarily his fine playing, as his audiences would have no idea what a great master sounded like. It was a time when there was some money about from smuggling, so he was able to command a good price for his work. Atlanta is in flames, the war is over, but the internet was down, so it took a while for news to spread. Simon is finally dragooned by Confederate minions into an army band, just in time for an addled Union colonel, looking to make a name for himself, to launch a pointless attack. Attacks breed counterattacks, but the pointlessness, well, that particular version of it, soon vanishes, as word of war’s official end finally gets through. [image] Paulette Giles - image from Texas Monthly When the Colonel holds a victory celebration, (Not so much for the battle, but the war. The Confederate forces had actually stormed back and retaken their lost turf from him.) Simon is in the band, and sees a sight that will change his life. Doris Aherne, a nanny for the Colonel’s daughter, catches his eye, both eyes actually, and all other available parts, physical, and spiritual. And the game is afoot. Doris is indentured to Colonel Webb for some defined (but not immediately known to Simon) period of time. Nor does he know when that period is due to end. The conditions of her situation are stark, as she is not allowed a social life, and must contend with the wastrel Colonel’s unwanted advances. He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. ~ Robert BrowningCharacters are the lenses through which we get to see the state of the world in the time and place in which historical novels are set, in this case the Reconstruction era of post-Civil-War Texas. As noted in the opening quote, it was a dark sun that had come over the country, so we are not expecting a joyful rom-com here. But Giles wants us to care about her characters. It is so prevalent, the unlikable character, the cynical character, which keeps intelligence, I feel, at a very low level. It’s easy being cynical, constantly cynical. It’s sort of a fast and dirty way to appear intelligent without really being intelligent. It seems to be very prevalent to the point where any new, young writer starting out almost assumes that they have to take on that attitude. - from the Texas Monthly interviewWe follow Simon as he travels through various parts of Texas, Giles showing us what they were like in the late 1860s. Simon picks up a small group of companions, fellow musicians, a veritable UN of internationality. They get along pretty well, for the most part, enduring the travails of that age. We get another perspective, through Doris, on the situation of women in this world, one that will feel far too familiar. I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality. ~H.A. OverstreetSimon embodies the American dream. He is a hard worker, is willing to do whatever he needs to do to amass enough money to buy some land. That he expects this will enhance his chances of winning the lady’s hand adds considerably to his determination. Our Lone Star tour takes us to Galveston, where the guys squat in an abandoned shanty-town, contend with audience members of the violently drunk sort, cope with a misguided groupie, and are faced with a rampant local outbreak of yellow fever. Next stop Houston, the old-fashioned way, by hopping a freight train. They contend with the poverty of musicians, or artists of all ages, and take whatever work they can get to keep a roof over their heads, put some food on the table, if they even had a table, and get some clothes presentable enough to give them a chance at getting more of their true work. They endure the sort of misery the poor have always had to endure from people in uniforms. And confront the sort of official corruption that seems baked into the American character. So it has been in human memory, wild places where the only law is the strength of your good right arm…that’s how it is in all of human memory, Vastness! And Age! And Memories of Eld!It was a time when things were not just challenging per se, but in which the world was unsettled. For example, there is a swath of land between the Rio Grande and the Nueces River which might be part of the USA, or part of Mexico. There are legal challenges aplenty, as one must do serious lawyerly gymnastics to figure out whether a contract made under Mexican law, or Confederate law, or Texan law still binds. On to San Antonio, a city where Giles lived for a time. She is fond of the place, but prefers a more rural existence. Here we get to see it in its infancy. Music's the medicine of the mind. ~ John A. LoganSimon’s affection for Doris grows as they maintain a correspondence, despite her mail being intercepted by her boss. Doris’s perspective is no simple plot device. She is no blushing flower, but a strong young woman, smart, with plans for her future, independent of her employer or a beau. Yet, she remains an indentured servant, subject to the strictures enforced by society and her employer. We are also treated to her wonder as she sees the grandeur of a wide open land. Trees become fewer and fewer and far ahead Doris can see black shapes. Large animals, alert, moving away. She thinks this must be what enchantment is like, when a person is taken into the other world. Her spirits are effervescent now they are away from the Colonel, joy comes back to her and unwraps itself gift by gift.Through it all there is music. I read this as an ink-on-dead-tree ARE, but I imagine an audio version would incorporate much of the music that is noted in the story. We are offered a considerable song list, and listen in as the players discuss what songs to play for what audiences, and in which order. There is a plan to crafting a performance that will be news to most of us. Why this song first, why that song last? What is the likely impact of a quick piece, or a slow one? How are song sequences constructed? There is an education to be had just in reading those passages alone. One element of the central narrative is how Simon can continue to make music in this chaotic world. It is a paean to the human need for music. And the power of the drive of those gifted with musical talent to bring their gifts to the world. Giles says in her site, It is a story of music and what those who create music must endure in a rough-and-tumble world. It is no accident that Doris also possesses a musical gift. The musicians name many of the tunes they play, a list too long to include here. I have, however, linked a few in EXTRA STUFF, for your listening pleasure. I hope that as publication nears, a more complete list will turn up on the author’s site. Without music, life is a journey through a desert. ~ Pat ConroyReaders of News of the World (a totally amazing book, must read-stuff) will enjoy occasional appearances by one Jefferson Kyle Kidd, before he had set about traveling the Southwest delivering news from across the world to news-starved towns. If there are other characters from Giles’ other books that turn up I am not well-enough versed in her oeuvre to have detected them. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~Berthold AuerbachPaulette Giles is simply a beautiful writer. She writes engaging characters, puts them in interesting situations, and teaches us something of the place and time while doing so. She is deft in incorporating into her tales detailed specifics that give her stories the air of authenticity. And has a gift for beautiful narrative, capturing some of the rapture of the natural world in addition to portraying the roughness of new, rough civilization. While Simon the Fiddler may not be the huge triumph that News of the World was, it is still a wonderful read, top notch historical literature by one of our best writers, working at the peak of her skills, second fiddle to no one. If music be the food of love, play on. ~ William Shakespeare Review posted – October 25, 2019 Publication date – April 14, 2020 =============================EXTRA STUFF The author’s personal website This interview in Texas Monthly is not specific to this book, but offers a lot of insight into Giles’ writing – definitely worth your time - True Western - by Jeff Salamon My review of Giles’ incredible News of the World Partial Songlist -----The Minstrel Boy - by Derek Warfield and the Young Wolfe Tones -----Wayfaring Stranger - by Charlie Haden – Seriously doubt any 1860s band would have produced a version sounding like this, but I soooooo love this one -----Blarney Pilgrim - from Irish Songs, The Irish Folk & Celtic Spirit -----The Braes of Killiecrankie - The Corries -----Cotton-Eyed Joe - by Benny Martin ----- Cumberland Gap - by 2nd South Carolina String Band -----Death and the Sinner - by The Home Billies ----- Eighth of January - by Blaine Sprouse ----- The Fiddler’s Dream - by Molsky’s Mountain Drifters -----Glendy Burke - by Tom Roush -----Hard Times - by Sarah Merritt -----The Hog-Eye Man - by Jim Taylor and his friends -----Home Sweet Home - by Mitch Meadows, Ron Bonkowski, Pat Matheson and Buddy Griffin -----Leather Britches - by Bobby Hicks and JD Crowe -----Little Liza Jane - by the Black and Tan String Band ----- Lorena - by Mark Dill -----The Lost Child - by The Stripling Brothers -----Mississippi Sawyer - by Tommy Jackson ----- Neil Gow’s Lament - by Alaasdair Fraser and Paul Machlis ----- Nightingale Waltz - The American Civil War Band and Field Music -----Red River Valley - by Paul Frauenfelder and Dave Muhlethaler -----Robin Adair - by William Coulter, Deby Benton Grosjean & Friends ----- When Johnny Comes Marching Home - by Charles Ingalls ...more |
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| I am thinking of beauty again, how some things are hunted because we have deemed them beautiful. If, relative to the history of our planet, an indi I am thinking of beauty again, how some things are hunted because we have deemed them beautiful. If, relative to the history of our planet, an individual life is so short, a blink of an eye, as they say, then to be gorgeous, even from the day you’re born to the day you die, is to be gorgeous only briefly…sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.Take one beam of light. Direct it through a prism. It will separate into its component colors. Reading Ocean Vuong is a bit like this. He takes words, images, and concepts, beams them through his prismatic, gravitic artistry, and the result is a spreading rainbow, bending in several directions. It is a bit of a trip reading On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. Go ahead, take the Vuong acid. This is a trip worth taking. [image] Ocean Vuong - image from The Guardian - credit Adrian Pope On Earth… is not all straightforward story-telling, although there is plenty of that in here. It is a mix of elements. The parts. The form. Little Dog is writing an extended letter to his mother, Rose, telling her of his experiences, a letter she will not, cannot ever read. He had tried teaching her to read English, but she gave up in short order, claiming that she had gotten that far being able to see, so did not really need it. Uncomfortable, too, with the dis-order of a child teaching a parent. The story of helping at the nail salon where she worked, where the workers inhale culture as well as toxic chemicals. In the nail salon, sorry is a tool one used to pander until the word itself becomes currency. It no longer merely apologizes, but insists, reminds: I'm here, right here, beneath you. It is the lowering of oneself so that the client feels right, superior, and charitable. In the nail salon, one’s definition of sorry is deranged into a new work entirely, one that’s charged and reused as both power and defacement at once. Being sorry pays, being sorry even, or especially, when one has no fault, is worth every self-deprecating syllable the mouth allows. Because the mouth must eat.The History. Family. Little Dog tells of his grandmother, Lan, in Viet Nam, marrying a GI, bearing him a child, Little Dog’s mother. Being left behind when the USA fled. His history with his grandmother, their closeness, how she protected him as much as she could. When he was tasked with plucking the white hairs from her head, she would tell him stories. As I plucked, the blank walls around us did not so much fill with fantastical landscapes as open to them, the plaster disintegrating to reveal the past behind it. Scenes from the war, mythologies of manlike monkeys, of ancient ghost catchers from the hills of Da Lat who were paid in jugs of rice wine, who traveled through villages with packs of wild dogs and spells written on palm leaves to dispel evil spirits.The story of his mother, growing up in Viet Nam, ostracized for being too white, her PTSD as an adult, and how that manifested as physical abuse of her son. Sometimes you are erased before you are given the choice of stating who you are.The story of Little Dog’s contending with the dual challenges of being a yellow boy in a white place, (Hartford, Connecticut), in the poorer parts, and a gay one, to boot. Coming of age as a gay male teenager, first experiencing sex and a lasting relationship, until well, you’ll see. [image] Ocean Vuong aged two with his mother and aunt at Philippines refugee camp - image from 2017 Guardian interview The story of his relationship with his American grandfather, and a secret in that bond. He writes about Tiger Woods, offering some history of how he came by his name, and wonders why Woods is only very rarely referred to as half-Asian. There is much consideration of language. In an interview with PBS, Vuong talked about how in Vietnamese culture, farm workers would sing as they worked, merging the action of their bodies with the rhythms of the songs and poems. Other elements contribute to his perspective. Vuong talks about his struggles in school. Reading was particularly hard, and he suspects that dyslexia runs in his family, though he says now: “I think perhaps the disability helped me a bit, because I write very slowly and see words as objects. I’m always trying to look for words inside words. It’s so beautiful to me that the word laughter is inside slaughter.” - from The RumpusHe writes of the body as a form of language. I am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. Which is to say, I am writing as a son. If we are lucky, the end of the sentence is where we might begin. If we are lucky, something is passed on, another alphabet written in the blood, sinew, and neuron…And It’s in these moments, next to you, that I envy words for doing what we can never do—how they can tell all of themselves simply by standing still, simply by being.The sadness of loss permeates. Little Dog has his own losses to grieve, his mother and grandmother far more. But there is recognition, also, that the trials of the past have allowed for some of the good things of the present. This is not a pity party. Gruesomeness, having to do with macaques, is very far from gorgeous, but is fleeting, and can be seen as an image of the darkest sort of colonialism. There is also LOL humor in the occasional mismatch of cultures. Vuong can start off a chapter writing about a table, for example, and turn that into a labyrinth, that winds, bends and turns, and somehow winds up back at the table. Very Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. This is one of the more quotable books you will read. A few: Freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and the prey.You get the idea. And plenty more where those came from. While this is a small book in size, it is neither a slight, nor an easy read. You do not have to be a poet, or a fan of poetry to appreciate the wonderfulness of this book, but it wouldn’t hurt. The stories Ocean Vuong tells are clear and very accessible, but the linguistic gymnastics can leave you needing to uncross your eyes, more than once. But gymnastics are stimulating too, and might loosen up some latent cranial muscles. We may or may not be gorgeous briefly, or at all, but this book is a work of surpassing beauty, and will remain so forever. Review first posted – December 13, 2019 Publication dates ==========June 4, 2019 - hardcover ==========June 1, 2021 - Trade paperback [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Tumblr and Instagram pages Vuong is an award-winning poet. On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous is his first novel. Interviews -----The Paris Review – June 5, 2019 - Survival as a Creative Force: An Interview with Ocean Vuong - by Spencer Quong -----The Guardian – June 9, 2019 - Ocean Vuong: ‘As a child I would ask: What’s napalm?’- by Emma Brockes -----The Creative Independent – May 16, 2017 - Ocean Vuong on being generous in your work -----LA Review of Books – Article is from June 2019, but the interview was done in 2017 - Failing Better: A Conversation with Ocean Vuong - by Viet Thanh Nguyen -----The Guardian – October 3, 2017 - War baby: the amazing story of Ocean Vuong, former refugee and prize-winning poet - by Claire Armistead Items of Interest -----Excerpt – The New Yorker published this piece from Vuong on May 13, 2017. It is essentially an excerpt from the book. A Letter to My Mother That She Will Never Read -----The Rumpus – a 2014 piece by Vuong - The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation -----The Guardian - April 2, 2022 - Ocean Vuong: ‘I was addicted to everything you could crush into a white powder’ by Lisa Allardice - on his upcoming book, but with relevant intel on the author independent to that ...more |
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| But whoso shall offend one of these little ones…it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the But whoso shall offend one of these little ones…it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. -- Matthew, Chapter 18It’s good to be King. As Stephen King well knows, 2019 is a banner year for him, with written production continuing apace, and with many of his previously written materials being brought to screens large and small. The second installment of the cinema-sized production of It is now the largest grossing horror movie ever. In April, Lisey’s Story was optioned by Apple TV +, to be produced by J.J. Abrams, starring Julianne Moore. His sequel to The Shining, Doctor Sleep, starring Ewan MacGregor, will be released in theaters on November 8. Season three of Mr. Mercedes began airing on September 10. Season two of Castle Rock begins airing on October 23. In the Tall Grass, co-written with his son, Joe Hill, was released with Joe’s story collection, Full Throttle, on October 1, and the film was released on Netflix on October 4. A remake of the film Pet Sematary was released in April. And only King knows what else. Not counting upcomings, like a novella collection due out in May and a film of The Outsider, due in January. It’s good to be King. [image] Stephen King - image from The Washington Post – by Shane Leonard And just to make sure you know that the 72-year-old author is not resting on his considerable laurels, (and vast financial resources) he keeps cranking out new product. He is doing what he loves, calls it the best job in the world, and will continue pecking away at his keyboard until God tells him to stop, or if the quality of his work deteriorates, which is probably the same thing. So how does septuagenarian King hold up? Like fine wine, he ages well. The Institute may not be on the same level as the best of King’s work, not as scary as It or The Shining, not as epic as The Stand, but even garden variety Stephen King novels are still pretty good. Tim Jamieson, an ex-police office through misadventure, is hitchhiking from Florida to a likely job in New York, when he finds himself at the back end of nowhere, a place called DuPray, SC, rich with free time and privately owned firearms. It has a certain appeal and they just happen to be in need of a little light constabulary assistance at the moment. Tim is in no hurry, which may be the town motto. The single significant business in town is a depot, that will figure later in the book. We get to watch Tim scope out the diverse personalities of the place. King does this so bloody well. And then we leave Tim for a considerable stretch until the back end of the book. The intention is clearly that you will forget about him, until the time is right, and then think, Oh, yeah, that guy. BTW, Jamieson winds up in Dupray when the car in which he was hitching a ride gets stuck in godawful traffic on I-95, so much so, he is informed by the woman who had picked him up, that he’d do better just walking to the next town. King and his wife make the trip from Maine to Florida and back every year so he knows of what he writes when he tells of death by traffic jam on the South Carolina side of the interstate. Things are much more unpleasant for young Luke Ellis. Kid has an unreasonable IQ. He is merely 12, but eager to move on to MIT AND Emerson, yes, at the same time. The head of the very special school he is currently attending thinks he is up to it. He also has a touch of telekinesis, or TK, although this is not on his school applications. It is this ability that gets him noticed, and not in a good way. A black SUV shows up on Wildersmoot Drive, in Minneapolis, one night, and Luke’s life is forever changed. He is dosed and carted away, (not, sadly, on a flying motorcycle) his parents eliminated. When he wakes up, he is in The Institute of the title, somewhere in the Maine woods, one of a handful of young people at the front half of the facility…for now. They are treated unkindly, brutalized for any resistance, featuring zapsticks and no-holds-barred slapping, and subjected to troubling experiments, by a harsh group of Nurse Ratched level caretakers. The concept for the book dates back more than two decades, when King — who has depicted similar psychic characters as loners in books such as “Carrie,” “The Shining,” “Firestarter” and “The Dead Zone” — pictured an entire schoolhouse filled with such kids. When he began writing the book in March 2017, he thought of it not as a horror story but as a resistance tale, with 12-year-old telekinetic genius Luke, teenage mind reader Kalisha and 10-year-old power-channeler Avery forming a rebellion inside their detention center.Luke’s TK is present, but is not considerable. The genius part, though, that’s fuh real. Kalisha is a barely teen with pretty good telepathic talent, and an attitude. But she and Luke hit it off straight away. Avery is a ten-year-old with scale-busting telepathic talent, which has also made him a major-league spoiled brat. There are others, but these are the core. The nice twist here is that there are so many tales of schools where kids with special abilities band together, but few are as tough on their charges. I mean Hogwarts had its Death Eaters, but it was still a pretty cool place. Professor Xavier’s school, ditto. The Institute? Not so much. Stranger Things also shows kids joining forces against the dark side, but it heads off in a very different direction. King has always had a particular gift for writing kids. As they did in It, kids band together to fight off the evil forces that mean them harm. There is similarity to Firestarter in which a paranormally talented kid is taken by the government, eager to study and utilize her particular talents. This time it is a private entity, with a global perspective, and a nifty excuse for their wrong-doing. But global or local, public or private, it boils down to decent kids vs dark-hearted adults, no matter how they salve their consciences with ends-justifies-the-means logic. (One cannot help but imagine a Kevin Mulvaney, speaking for management, telling critics to ”get over it”.) Did I mention that King does kids supernaturally well? The guy’s still got it. Just in case you thought SK was intending this as a political effort, pointing out our Mad King caging children at the USA-Mexico border, it turns out not so much. As noted above in the NYT quote, the notion seriously predated the political event. In an interview with Stephen Colbert, King says that he tries to keep his political opinions separate from his writing. I would take this with a shaker of salt. One does not have to look hard at Under the Dome to get the sulfurous fragrance of Dick Cheney, for example. But sometimes a story is just a story, and that appears to be the case here. There is an excellent bit in which kids at the Institute are allowed as much booze and cigarettes as they want, available in exchange for tokens they earn for cooperation, as a means of keeping them pliant. That looks to me like genius at work. King’s gift for portraying human interaction extends from the kids forming a community to the people imprisoning them, and the population of Dupray, SC. He shows plenty of the sort of in-house politicking in The Institute that anyone who has ever worked anywhere knows. You can count on there being at least one maybe-friendly face among the staff. The portrayal of how Dupray’s natives interact is also a thing of beauty. I liked that the best talent of all turns out to be brains. (That is not a spoiler) Of course brains alone do not suffice. TP (telepathy) and TK (telekinesis) factor in big-time. It is also heartening that King, as he has done many a time before, brings fear and awfulness to the stage early, but, as Cormac McCarthy did in The Road, uses that darkness as a terrifying background against which to shine a light on hope, on optimism, on the gains to be had when small players join together to challenge a large foe. Per usual, for me, I did not lose any sleep from reading The Institute. While I very much enjoy King’s work, it rarely leaves me with the heebie-jeebies. This is not a knock. Serious chills is a nice-to-have, but not a prerequisite for enjoying a Stephen King book. The Institute is not a short book, at 557 pages. King’s novels rarely are, but I found myself extending my reading time every night while reading this, eager to see what happens next, and concerned for the safety of favorite characters. So, for me, certainly, it was a page-turner. In short, while I would hardly rank The Institute among the top tier of King’s novels, it is certainly a fine, engrossing read that will hold your interest and probably raise your blood pressure for a while. And if the terror of kids being torn away from their parents, being held incommunicado, and being handled by people who can be very poor caretakers indeed, reminds you of any real-world outrages that should be raising your blood pressure, and if you are led to give more thought to the challenges of moral decision-making in matters of global significance, that would be a bonus. The king is not at all dead. Long live the King! Review posted – October 18, 2019 Publication date – September 10, 2019 =============================EXTRA STUFF SK's personal and FB pages my reviews of some other books by this King -----2023 - Holly -----2022 - Fairy Tale -----2020 - If It Bleeds -----2014 - Revival -----2014 - Mr. Mercedes -----2013 - Doctor Sleep -----2009 - Under the Dome -----2008 - Duma Key -----2006 - Lisey's Story -----1977 - The Shining Other King Family (Joe Hill) books I have reviewed: -----2019 - Full Throttle -----2017 - Strange Weather -----2016 - The Fireman -----2013 - NOS4A2 -----2007 - Heart-Shaped Box -----2005 - 20th Century Ghosts Interviews -----The Guardian - Stephen King: ‘I have outlived most of my critics. It gives me great pleasure’ by Xan Brooks The Institute is about a concentration camp for children, staffed by implacable factotums. To what extent did Trump’s immigration policies affect the book?-----NY Times Life Is Imitating Stephen King’s Art, and That Scares Him by Anthony Breznican -----Rollingstone - Stephen King on His New Horror Novel, the ‘Nightmare’ of Trump, and ‘Stranger Things’ By Andy Greene “I wanted to write a book like Tom Brown’s School Days,” King says, referencing the 1857 Thomas Hughes children’s classic about a British boarding school. “But in hell.”-----Stephen Colbert - The Late Show with Stephen Colbert Items of Interest -----The Island Packet - Stephen King’s new book finds horror in Hardeeville: Standstill traffic on I-95 - by David Lauderdale -----Porter Square Books Presents Stephen King & Joe Hill at the Somerville Theater - video – 64 minutes – King and Joe Hill, Hill reads an excerpt from The Institute - King reads from Full Throttle, then they interview each other and take some audience questions. This is wonderful. ...more |
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