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| It was clear from the start that they were not like other children, therefore Susanna felt she had no choice but to set down rules. No walking in t It was clear from the start that they were not like other children, therefore Susanna felt she had no choice but to set down rules. No walking in the moonlight, no Ouija boards, no candles, no red shoes, no wearing black, no going shoeless, no amulets, no night-blooming flowers, no reading novels about magic, no cats, no crows, and no venturing below Fourteenth Street. Yet no matter how Susanna tried to enforce these rules, the children continued to thwart her.Do you ever read a wonderful book and wonder what happens next? How about wondering what might have happened before the action of a book? If you read Alice Hoffman’s 1995 novel, Practical Magic, or saw the wonderful 1998 film adaptation with Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman, I bet you’d like to spend a bit more time with the Owens family. Hoffman wanted to go there some more as well. But sometimes life intervenes. The set of the film was built in two locations. The exterior of the house was constructed on a small island off Washington State (so gorgeous and realistic that Barbra Streisand is said to have wanted to buy it) while the interior was built in a hanger at a Hollywood studio. I went to visit in California, invited by star and producer Sandra Bullock, and when I walked into the house I had first created in my novel, I was stunned. There I was in the Owens kitchen, a place I had only imagined, now brought to life. I realized then, the person on the film whose work was most like mine was the set designer. We both created the world for the characters to step into.Only twenty two years after the original, Hoffman has finally brought us back into the magical world of the Owens family, not Bullock and Kidman’s characters, but a tracing back of their elderly aunts, born in the 1950s and growing up in New York, with serious exposure not only to the Massachusetts house where they will end up, but in the allure that was Manhattan in the 1960s. Hoffman had a pretty good time setting her tale, mostly, in that very lively decade. It is my favourite time period, a time of enormous change when the attitudes of young people, women, gays and lesbians, and of people of colour radically changed, and when an unjust and unpopular war was affected by protests in the streets. A cultural revolution took place, one in which young people were able to change attitudes during a time when America was horribly divided, as it is now… Artistically, the sixties was a thrilling, magical time…The sisters, and their…mysterious brother, Vincent, live in Greenwich Village, the epicenter of music, art and politics in the States in the sixties. - from the Foyles articleThere was particular personal resonance for me, a contemporary of Franny and Jet, and a native of the city. It was particularly fun to learn some facts about The Village that I had never known. I cannot say how much the at-homeness of that setting invoked warm feelings, maybe a bit, but whatever the cause, those feeling were sustained by plenty more. [image] Alice Hoffman - image from The Palm Beach Daily News Frances, Franny, is the oldest, sulky, pale skin, red hair, six feet tall and has a particular ability to communicate with birds. Bridget, aka Jet, has hair appropriate to her name. She is beautiful, but shy, and both sensitive and kind. Finally, there is Vincent. We meet him at age 14, already a musician, already deadly attractive. We follow the three as they discover and develop their latent witchy talents. Most significant is a summer-long visit to a Massachusetts aunt, who gives them the direction and free reign they need to grow into their talents. It is not just their talent at conjuring that we track, but their romantic entanglements as well. The latter arrives with baggage, however. It is believed that there is a family curse on the Owens line. (ruination for any man that fell in love with them) Woe to any they love, for those unlucky souls are surely doomed. Well, that’s what they believe, anyway. Is it true? Maybe. There are certainly enough interested others who meet dark ends that there is a real-world basis for taking the curse seriously. One might conjure a bit of Edward Gorey, and dash off sets of couplets for the many who find a foul fate once enchanted by the siblings Owen. J is for Jack struck who was struck down by lightning Along with his twin. It was all rather frightening One caught a train or did it catch him? Another dove in for a deep one-way swim. Kinda makes it tough, though, for three young people to develop as loving human beings if they have to worry that anyone who gets too close might run terminally afoul of ancient craft. So, there is a constant tension between loving and fearing the consequences of that love. Like the rest of us, I guess, but with just a teensy bit more oomph. I’ve always been interested in witchcraft, and I’ve done research my whole life. I did a bit more for The Rules of Magic because I was writing specifically about a particular judge, Judge Hathorne, at the witchcraft trials in Salem. I read whatever I could find about him, and I found him a really interesting character. As to magic, for me it’s always a pleasure to study magic and to find out more and more. Everything in the book about magic lore was something that I researched. For instance, the use of medicinal plants and herbs. Still, while the research is interesting, it’s not what’s important. Really, the most important thing is writing the novel and creating the characters. That’s the big difference between an historical novel and a history. What I’m mostly interested in is the novel part of it. All the research that I do is in service to that. - from the writermag interviewOne of the true bits of magic in the book is the strength of the relationship among the siblings, particularly between Franny and Jet. They face a series of challenges, but their connection to each other offers strength to face what comes. You might keep an eye out for wind as a recurring motif. Franny gives the prisoners in the Women’s House of Detention a cool breeze on a hot day, for example. In another circumstance It came on the wind, the way wicked things must, for they are most often weighted down with spite and haven’t the strength to lift themselves. There are others. Hoffman uses scent as well to keep us grounded in earthly sensations while rapt in a tale that touches another plane. Alice Hoffman is one of my favorite writers. So, I started off more than a bit receptive to this novel, despite having never read Practical Magic (I did see and love the film). I quite enjoy her fondness for fantasy and fairy tales. She even begins this one with Once upon a time. Coming of age tales are common enough, but work best when one cares about the characters. I am not certain Vincent, as interesting a character as he is, will get as warm a welcome as his sisters, but he also gets a lot less screen time. That said, you will most definitely care for Jet and will certainly love Franny, and suffer with her as she struggles to balance the needs of love with the existential demands of real-or-imagined sorcery. You don’t need the sight to see that this is a spellbinding novel. It’s time to switch on your midnight light, and let everyone in the neighborhood know. The magic is back and it is totally bewitching. Once again, Alice Hoffman will put you under her spell. Published – October 10, 2017 Review first posted – November 24, 2017 [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and FB pages Interviews -----The Writer - Alice Hoffman interview: Story Magic - by Jack Smith -----Fort Myers Magazine - Magicalice - by Paula Bolado -----Psychology Today - Alice Hoffman Talks About New Book: "The Rules of Magic" - by Jennifer Haupt Other Hoffman books I have reviewed: -----2019 - The World We Knew -----2017 - Faithful -----2011 - The Dovekeepers -----2011 - The Red Garden -----2005 - The Ice Queen -----2004 - Blackbird House -----2003 - Green Angel -----1999 - Local Girls Other -----Foyles - Alice Hoffman on Revisiting the Owens Family in her Prequel to Practical Magic - an article by AH -----A Wiki on John Hathorne ...more |
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| Ella stared west. She imagined the great mountains foggy and raindamp in the distance, the blue ridges rolling away in great swells. She opened her m Ella stared west. She imagined the great mountains foggy and raindamp in the distance, the blue ridges rolling away in great swells. She opened her mouth, paused for a moment, gathered the story of her life around her as she would lift the hem of a long dress before stepping across a stream. She did not think, did not stop to look at [anyone]. She simply began to speak.Events and people have a way of disappearing when they do not suit the narrative favored by those who decide what is to be allowed into our history books. Unless there are powerful interests taking on the task of sustaining that history it can fade from our consciousness. For myself, it took until college for me to have any but the most primitive clue about the labor movement in the United States, who the players were, what it had achieved, and its relevance to my life. Wiley Cash grew up in Gastonia, North Carolina, and had an awareness of his familial history in the area, but it was not until he was an adult that he learned of one historical event in particular. The idea for the The Last Ballad first started cooking in 2003 when I was in graduate school in Louisiana. I had never heard of the Loray Mill Strike. I asked my parents about it, and they’d never heard of it either. My mom was born in Gastonia in a mill village in 1945, and my dad in 1943, in a mill village in Shelby, and my mom’s maiden name is Wiggins. All my family came from mill people. My mom’s dad, Harry Eugene Wiggins, was living in Enoree (S.C.) in 1929 when Ella May was murdered. He would’ve known about it. But I never heard the word Loray. This story was buried. Nobody talked about it.Cash has brought it back into the light. [image] Wiley Cash - image from WC’s GR page Ella May Wiggins was 28 years old. She had lost several children to whooping cough already, and worried about the brood that remained. Her husband had abandoned them long ago, and her current boyfriend was something less than reliable. She worked twelve-hour days, six days a week at a local textile mill in Bessemer City. Actually, she worked nights, leaving her children to the care of a friend, and the supervision of her eldest. She was a white woman living in the black part of town. Unless she was docked for doing something crazy, like staying home from work to be with a sick child, she brought home nine dollars a week. Even in 1929 no one could support a family on that. In April, 1929, at the Loray Mill in Gastonia, a few miles away, the workers had walked off the job for improved pay and working conditions, and union recognition. The governor sent in the National Guard to break the strike. Women were beaten. Soldiers pressed guns to men’s heads. The strikers’ first headquarters had been destroyed by a nighttime mob. The union commissary attacked, the food stores ruined.The union tried to gain support from workers in other area mills, offering to transport folks to a planned rally. Ella had seen their leaflets, the union demands, and decided to attend. [image] Ella May Wiggins with friend (probably Charlie Shope) - image from Southern Cultures Transported to the rally by two women organizers, Ella is encouraged to tell her personal tale to the gathered group. She had been writing songs in the spare microseconds when she wasn’t struggling to keep herself and her family alive. She had a popular tune running through her head for a while and had been writing lyrics germane to the need for organizing to go with it. Ella addresses the crowd, sings her song, and kills. A star is born. We follow Ella’s dealings with the union organizers, her struggles to make them and not just the workers hear her voice. One of the interesting things about the book is that while the black and white of exploited workers vs dark-hearted owners and enforcers is given front stage, the novel is rich with nuance. One of the mill owners is shown not only taking pride in the industry his family had built, but also having a real interest in the welfare of his employees. Some of the union organizers are shown to be less than totally heroic. Even the police chief is shown to be someone you can talk to. One of the things that Cash does in his novels (this is his third) is portray strong female characters. Adelaide Lysle, in Cash’s first novel, A Land More Kind Than Home, is one of the main people standing against a sinister force. Easter Quillby in This Dark Road to Mercy is a pre-adolescent who shows remarkable courage and judgment coping with her orphan-hood and being abducted. Ella May, in this one, is not only a principled defender of and provider for her family. She finds an outlet for her larger strengths, her public speaking ability and musical talent, in union organizing, and runs with it. Another strong woman is shown having sacrificed her ambitions for a secure life but is searching for a way to regain herself. As some of the men in Cash’s prior work were of the opposite sort, weak, maybe corrupted, so it is here. One of his POVs is Verschel, a recovering alcoholic married to a domineering woman. Ella’s husband John is engaged in practices both illegal and immoral, not least of which is to abandon his family. Cash offers a range of strength in other characters, both male and female. One mill owner is shown in an understanding light. Even a union basher is shown to have a motivation, however misguided, based on an at least somewhat understandable desire. [image] Ella May’s children stand beside her grave on the day of her funeral - Image from NCpedia.org Cash does a great job of showing how complicated a thing a strike is, the cat-herding aspect of trying to keep everyone on the same page. The challenge of getting, and protecting people, turf, and materials, while running a full-time PR operation. He also shows the impact of racism, weakening the potential strength of the union when joining together would have been the smart move. One element of the story is Ella May’s musicality. We are shown early on where she gets the melody for the tune she will sing at the union rally. In the American folk music tradition this was a very common practice. Consider that the Star Spangled Banner was originally an English drinking song. Woody Guthrie considered her one of our nation’s best songwriters. Alan Lomax published her stark union ballads in his acclaimed collections of American folksongs. Pete Seeger recorded a version of her most famous song on a Cold War folk revival album. …Ella May Wiggins… is not well known today, [but] she was one of a handful of southern grassroots composers who combined traditional balladry with leftwing politics to forge a remarkable new song genre just prior to and during the upheaval of the Great Depression. - from the Southern Culture articleHer boyfriend even suggests she quit working at the mill and make a career out of music. But we are shown very little of this prior accomplishment. It is mostly by reference. The song she sings at the rally is what would be considered her greatest hit, The Mill Mother’s Lament, also sometimes seen as The Mother’s Lament. I included in EXTRA STUFF links to a couple of performances by other artists. There are no recordings to be had of Ella May performing her songs. [image] An estimated 1,000 strikers at Loray Mills - image from Millican Pictorial History Museum The structure of the novel is to offer Ella as a central character, but to present several points of view on the events of the Loray strike. In this way, we meet the McAdams family, father Richard, a mill owner, his wife, Katherine, and their daughter, Claire. We follow a black Pullman porter, now an organizer, Hampton Haywood, as he confronts racism from supposed friends and foes alike. We even get a look from one of the lower level police sorts, eager to be of service, but lacking the judgment to be anything more than what he is. Also, there is a bit of time jumping, stepping back to 1918 for the perspective of a neighbor who encounters Ella and John when they moved to Cowpens, South Carolina, eleven years before the strike. We also meet one of Ella’s grown children in 2005, as she recalls the events of 1929. Gripes? Some. Cash shows the resistance the white workers manifest toward the black workers who come to the union rally. The impression is that they rejected this attempt at integration. But in the actual history, black members were indeed voted in to Ella May’s local union. I felt that there were maybe too many perspectives in play here, not all of which added a lot to the story. The pages used for the tale of the character called Brother might have been better used for the more central people. [image] Fred Beal (holding child) with a group of strikers – image from Charlotte Observer But really, these are not major concerns. In an era when union membership is at a perilous low, an era in which the forces of ownership have successfully crushed most labor hopes, it is a refreshing reminder that people can rise up, can organize, and can, through joining together, not only improve their own working conditions, but offer inspiration to others to improve theirs as well. The Loray Mill strike was seen in the short term as a failure. Ownership and their political shills have rarely been reluctant to apply the state’s violence monopoly against those who oppose their wishes. Ella May was murdered for her efforts. But she inspired many to continue the struggle, even in the face of overwhelming force. Strikes rarely achieve all their aims. But even when they fail in the short term, sometimes longer term goals are advanced. After her death, pressure from local strikers, North Carolina liberals, and national political organizations led Gaston County mill owners to reduce working hours to fifty-five per week, to improve conditions in the mills, and to extend welfare work in the textile villages. - from NCPEdiaThe Last Ballad is Wiley Cash’s strongest novel to date. He offers us insight into an important, if mostly forgotten, event in American history, a time, sadly, that has much in common with the world of the early twenty-first century. We could use more Ella Mays today. We could use more union organizing. With the nomination of an ultra-conservative senatorial candidate in Alabama, and the steady withdrawal from public life of the saner elected Republican officials, the rise of the Steve Bannons and Tea Party sorts in this country, the need to battle for labor rights has rarely been greater. But the political content would not be worth much if the story and the characters did not engage readers. Not to worry. Ella May is a relatable everywoman, spectacularly drawn. Plenty of the other characters are portrayed sufficiently to pull you in. Cash has a talent for offering just enough detail about a character to give you a rich image. You may not have heard of the Loray Mill Strike, or of Ella May Wiggins before, but when you read this book you will be grateful to Wiley Cash for filling in that gap in your knowledge. It is a powerful, content-rich, and very moving book. Review first posted – September 29, 2017 Publication -----October 2, 2017 - hard cover -----June 5, 2018 - Trade Paperback [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews -----Charlotte Observer - A murdered singer and a strike in Gastonia: This true story led to ‘Last Ballad’ - By Dannye Romine Powell -----Shepherd University - Interview with Wiley Cash, August 2017 - By Brianna Maguire and Sylvia Bailey Shurbutt (who have done an amazing job) The strike was a big deal at the time. There were even six novels written within four years of the strike that dramatized elements of the conflict. They are known as The Gastonia novels Beyond Desire – Sherwood Anderson Call home the Heart – Olive Tilford Dargan To Make My Bread – Grace Lumpkin Gathering Storm – Myra Page The Shadow Before – William Rollins, Jr. Strike! – Mary Heaton Vorse Ella took the melody from the song Little Mary Phaegan for The Mill Mother’s Lament Here is the Pete Seeger version. And a later recording, sung by a female, Yvonne Moore, with Mat Callahan on guitar, is quite good. The following lyrics were taken from here The Mother's Lament by Ella May Wiggins We leave our homes in the morning, Odds and Ends -----NCPedia is a good source for information about the strike. Here are links to their articles on Fred Beal, one of the Loray Strike organizers, and another on Ella May -----A short video about the Loray Strike -----Southern Cultures, Vol. 15, No 3 - Mill Mother’s Lament: Ella May Wiggins and the Gastonia Textile Strike of 1929 - by Patrick Huber ----- It seemed to me that the hooch that one of the characters cooks up is a nod to the past of the region, one in which the abundant natural running water was used for produce booze before it became a power source for cotton mills. ...more |
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First, I want to differentiate between what I thought of the book and what I have to say about Franken’s later travails with alleged sexual misconduct
First, I want to differentiate between what I thought of the book and what I have to say about Franken’s later travails with alleged sexual misconduct, and his resignation from the Senate. That is at the bottom of the review, in a separate section. In Giant of the Senate, Al Franken shows that not only is he a very smart, very serious student of public policy, but also that he retains the sense of humor that fueled his first career. He has been a writer for a long time. As any watcher of SNL knows, some of the entertainment pieces he wrote are wonderful, some not so much. He always had an interest in politics, and in recent years redirected his pen toward more pointed political satire. As with his less political comedic work, some of his books are more effective, informative, and entertaining than others. Thankfully, this insightful and informative autobiography is the best thing he has ever written. [image] Franken and comedy partner Tom Davis - image from the Post-Gazette In Franken’s first career as a writer and performer of comedic material, for stage, TV, and cinema, he initially paired with close friend, and school chum, Tom Davis, doing live performances. Later, they worked together on Saturday Night Live. He tells of his early days in comedy, reporting on various experiences before he made it as one of our premier comedic voices. There are some tales told of his time on SNL, not a whole lot, but enough. He writes about some of the personal challenges in his life, people close to him battling substance abuse, some losing those battles. Post SNL, he wrote several films and began writing political satire. This brought him closer to the political arena. Also, his annual trips with the USO to entertain US troops abroad gave him a taste for one-on-one interaction with regular, non-entertainment industry folks. [Insert snide Leann Tweeden-related remark here] Franken was involved with the creation of the Progressive radio network, Air America. Al had a three hour daily show and never missed a day. He and co-host Katherine Lanpher offered a combination of news reporting, interviews with politically relevant experts, and a fair bit of straight up comedy. Lampooning the George W. Bush administration was high on the agenda. Originally titled The O’Franken Factor to taunt Bill O’Reilly, it was eventually changed to the Al Franken Show. Wiki has a nice description of it. Sadly, Wiki makes no mention of a recurring bit in which Al played an old Irish lady who complained of having a “wee bit of the diarrhea.” ROFL material for me and my wife. We caught the show frequently. [image] Franken with Air America co-host Katherine Lanpher - Credit Ralph Barrera /The Austin-American Statesman, via Associated Press Helping friend and political hero Minnesota Senator Paul Wellstone in his re-election campaign gave Franken a great appreciation for the nitty gritty of political life. Unlike many in the entertainment world, he loved interacting with regular folks, and learned a lot through that experience. Enough so that when Wellstone came to a tragic end, Franken felt he had an opportunity to put his political words into action, and ran for Wellstone’s seat. [image] Franken with late Wellstone staffer Will McLaughlin and the late Senator Wellstone - from Franken’s Senate site The bulk of this book is about his experiences leading up to his decision to run, his campaign for the Senate seat, and his steep learning curve finding his way as a newbie US Senator. A good pol could give you an informative insider’s view of being a 21st century politician in the USA, but Franken leads you to laugh along with him at many of the odd and awful things (and people) he sees, without coming across as condescending, well, mostly. He really does recognize his position as a relative rookie and seeks to learn the ropes with all due humility, even eating crow to Mitch McConnell when he transgressed, and knew it. One of the toughest challenges Franken faced was learning to put a cork in it when he felt compelled to say something funny. Imagine a Senatorial staff attempting to intercept joke-laden speeches with the same panic faced by the Trump staff, at least those who do not reek of brimstone, attempting to keep Swamp Thing from exceeding his daily allowance of racist, homophobic, xenophobic, ignorant, insulting, and counterproductive tweets. Ok, maybe a bit less panic, but the same general condition applies, attempting to stem natural urges in a place where giving in to such impulses can often be very costly. Many of these descriptions are LOL funny. He writes with some passion about the Republican DeHumorizor machine, it’s talent for taking words out of context, and making them appear to mean the exact opposite of what was intended. It was one of the heaviest burdens he faced, having to keep his sharpest tool in the shed for so much of the time. You could do a lot worse, looking to learn how the Senate actually works, than to check out Franken’s you-are-there descriptions. He writes a fair bit about instances in which he was able to actually get some good things done, working with members of that other party. It gives one hope, however slim since Newt Gingrich declared war on civility, that some sense of decorum and decency remains in the Senate halls. There is much more in the book, which is not only a highly informative read, but is very entertaining. His descriptions of Ted Cruz and the reactions the ego-bloated and insufferable Cruz evokes from other senators is, alone, worth the price of the book. Whatever one’s political bent, there is good information to be had in Giant of the Senate, and he will make you laugh. Can’t ask for much more than that. Except… =========================THE RESIGNATION Republicans do not have to do all that much to defeat Democrats in the 2018 mid-term and 2020 national elections. The Democratic Party will do their work for them. [image] Al Franken resigns - image from DailySignal.com All crimes are not equal, however much the Purity Posse pretends they are. It is possible to be a schmuck without being a serial and unreconstructed predator, and those two different sorts should be treated very differently. Should Senator Franken have been driven from the Senate for his actions? I do not believe so. The claims brought against him were far from firm, came from sources who were not always willing to be named, many, and possibly all of whom are allied with the Republican Party. Unlike the case with defeated Alabama Senatorial candidate Roy Moore, whose crimes are an entirely other order of business and whose accusers have no political axes to grind, or the case with a president who has boasted on tape of serial assault, there is considerable room for doubt concerning the charges being made about Senator Franken. It seems clear to me that the current wave of outrage about sexual misconduct, justified though it is, will be weaponized and used to diminish the only party whose members are capable of feeling actual shame. You can expect more Democrats to be accused of such misconduct, and I would not be surprised if many of those claims were lies. People who claim misconduct, particularly those who go on the record, should definitely have their accusations taken seriously. Those claims should be investigated, with all due professionalism and speed. But unless we are eager to return to the dark days of seventeenth century Salem, it would be prudent to consider that not all claims of misconduct are necessarily based in fact. And given the right-wing’s fondness for planting false information to affect our democratic processes, the accused, this side of a confession, or a very strong preponderance of evidence, particularly in the political sphere, should be given the benefit of the doubt until proper investigations can be completed. In fact, as I wrote the beginning of this paragraph, the right had already begun, lying about Minority Leader Chuck Schumer, according to this December 13, 2017 article in the Washington Post - False accusations against Schumer were the latest attempt to trick the media. Schumer’s lack of support for Franken, by the way, was not surprising, given that he had opposed his run for Senate in the first place. More recently, GOP fabrications about NJ Democratic Congressman Tom Malinowski continued the all-lies-all-the-time GOP brand - False G.O.P. Ad Prompts QAnon Death Threats Against a Democratic Congressman. Tactically, the Democratic purists effectively vacated a Senate seat that was won with the smallest margin in national history, a seat that was given to a person who, although she later revised her position, initially promised not to run for election in 2020. Thankfully, she won. Please remember that it was Al Franken’s tough challenging of Jeff Sessions in Judiciary Committee hearings that led to Sessions recusing himself from playing any part in the Russia investigation, which was not nothing. [image] Franken questions Sessions in Judiciary committee hearings - image from c-span So, while the purists are patting themselves on the back about what wonderful people they are, they put the entire nation at risk of accelerating the demolition of democracy that the GOP has foisted on us all. While they were busy urging voters to support them as protectors of women, Republican voters continued to support people dedicated to stripping away social programs like Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, and countless smaller programs that women rely on to survive. 63% of WHITE WOMEN in Alabama voted for a pedophile rather than a Democrat. 80% of white Christians voted for the Brimstone Cowboy. At what point did the Grand Old Party stop being a political entity and take on the characteristics of a cult? Republican voters consistently vote to retain or install Senators and Representatives who will take away their reproductive rights, and pack the Supreme Court with extremist ideologues and partisan hacks who will ensure at least another generation of anti-democratic, pro-business bias on the court, and who, given time, will criminalize abortion once again. (Something all-but guaranteed, given Trump's SCOTUS nominations, and McConnell's refusal to bring up Obama's nominee for a vote) That is, when they take a break from looting the resources of every middle and working class person in the nation to stuff even more money into the pockets of the already rich, and doing their level best to ensure that there is no habitable world left for our children and grandchildren to inherit. Politics has been called the art of the possible, not the art of the perfect. If you want to be holier than thou, join a monastery. I want my representatives to be well grounded in the real world. I am not looking for perfection. And if they behave badly, that behavior should be publicized, criticized, addressed, and, where called for, prosecuted. You don’t execute people for shoplifting, and you should not kill a very positive political career for behavior that merits a much lesser punishment. I am hardly alone in that opinion. Zephyr Teachout, a New York progressive who ran for governor in 2014, feels the same way. Here is her December 11, 2017 NY Times Op-ed on her reasoning, I’m Not Convinced Franken Should Quit. There are plenty more who share our view. I strongly urge you to read Emily Yoffe’s article in Politico, Why the #MeToo Movement Should Be Ready for a Backlash, and Andrew Sullivan's January 12, 2018 piece in New York Magazine It’s Time to Resist the Excesses of #MeToo. Al Franken, based on publicly information available, did not deserve to be pushed out of the Senate. Censured? Definitely. Publicly excoriated for being a boor and a schmuck? You bet. But we were all put in danger of losing his very important votes on women’s, foreign policy, and other substantive issues just so some pols could preen their perfect feathers, (and establish presidential campaigns) while putting everyone else, and the very notion of due process at risk. Thanks a lot. Review first Posted - 12/15/17 Publication date - 5/30/2017 =============================EXTRA STUFF Did not seem much point to putting up links to Franken’s Senate-based sites. His Twitter page seems to still be live. Other Al Franken Books -----The Truth with Jokes -----Lies & the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair & Balanced Look at the Right -----Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot OTHER -----One answer to a question raised in the Resignation section above appeared in the December 15, 2017 Sunday New York Times, in the form of an opinion piece by Amy Sullivan. It is definitely worth checking out - America’s New Religion: Fox Evangelicalism -----March 26, 2019 - The Atlantic - Democrats Need to Learn From Their Al Franken Mistake - Emily Yoffe's latest take on the implications of Franken's takedown -----July 22, 2019 - New Yorker Magazine - The Case of Al Franken - by Jane Mayer- an excellent piece on Franken and the accusations against him. ...more |
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| Prologue:I so wish she had said “I think I’m gonna barf Prologue:I so wish she had said “I think I’m gonna barf,” but we can’t have everything. NBC reporter Katherine Bear “Katy” Tur was not alone in feeling that way. In fact, a wave of nausea has been crisscrossing the nation ever since November 8, 2016, a date that will live in infamy, trapped in a seemingly endless back and forth sloshing. Tur had more reason for gastrointestinal distress than most. She had been assigned to the Trump campaign for the duration of the seemingly endless electioneering season. Seeing this guy elected president of the United States would turn your stomach too if you had been seeing what he was really like for over 500 days. [image] Image by Sasha Arutyunova for the NY Times We want our campaign-book reportage to show us something we have not seen before. Of course, it was not always the case that every microsecond of a campaign was undertaken under klieg lights. So, really, what’s left, but the reporter’s experience, things that are not told in her thousands (more than 3800 through the campaign) of on-air reports. What can we learn from Tur’s book that we did not know before? What can we learn about campaigning that did not make the broadcast? What can we learn about the personalities involved, the candidate, the candidate’s team, the candidate’s followers that occur off camera? [image] Tur interviewing you-know-who in July 2015 – image from MSNBC What stands out most, chillingly, is the atmosphere of intolerance and menace promoted by candidate Swamp Thing, toward foreigners, democrats, minorities, but perhaps most importantly, toward the press. Politicians have often, even usually, taken umbrage at the reporters writing about or broadcasting stories about their less-than-perfect aspects. What is unusual is having a candidate who encourages his people to go after them. What is unusual is having a candidate who lies so relentlessly that he attempts to deny reality entirely, a candidate who, by proclaiming every day that reporters are nothing but merchants of fake news, is attempting to delegitimize the major media of our nation from their role as the fourth estate, that entity charged with holding public feet to the fire of revelation. If there is no one left to tell the truth about him, and fewer and fewer consumers of news who accept what the media reports as truth, Trump can go about his vast array of crimes with no fear of being held accountable. Campaign reporters were held in pens at Trump rallies. Trump went out of his way to point them out to his followers, calling them names, accusing them of lying about him, tacitly encouraging his followers to scream at, intimidate, and threaten them. “Look back there! ‘Little Katy,’ she’s back there. She’s such a liar, what a little liar she is!” She was often singled out as the focus of his rage against the media. It was not out of character. Tur notes the growing aura of menace at his rallies, as Trump repeatedly encouraged his followers to brutalize protesters. Katy knew she would have to endure. “I don’t know why he did it,” she said, shrugging. “But I will say this: I know that had I exhibited any sign that I was intimidated or scared of him, he would have rolled over me.”It seems likely that Trump focusing so much on Tur may have been a manifestation of his epic misogyny. [image] KT at NH rally on election eve – Getty Image Tur contends that the rally attendees who screamed “Cunt” at her would never think of doing that anywhere else. She made an effort to talk with Trump supporters. She thinks they are probably decent people who are frustrated at the excesses of political correctness on the one hand and their economic immobility, or even descent on the other. It is not a view I share. What is not really surprising is that there are so many in our country who care so little for facts, and so much for their biases, that they are perfectly fine with Swamp Thing’s relentless lies and bigotry. While frustrations are real, unfairness rampant, and maybe getting worse, what has been let loose is not a rally-sparked mob mentality. I expect the mob is real and more permanent than Kur believes. It was on display in full force in Charlottesville. This IS the dark undercurrent in American society, the undercurrent that thought slavery was fine and dandy, the undercurrent that was cool with Jim Crow, the undercurrent that thought the guys in white sheets were doing the right thing, and that certain people should know their place, the undercurrent that thought Tail-Gunner Joe was the cat’s meow, and that a woman’s place was in the kitchen, the undercurrent that listen to the know-nothing, paranoid demagoguery spewed by the likes of Alex Jones, Rush Limbaugh, and Fox News as if it is revealed wisdom. Not all Trump supporters are climate deniers, but all climate deniers are Trump supporters. Not all Trump supporters are nativists, but all nativists are Trump supporters. Not all Trump supporters are white supremacists, but all white supremacists are Trump supporters. Not all Trump supporters are fascists, but all fascists are Trump supporters. And it is these darker portions of Trump’s supporters who seem to have been heavily represented at Trump rallies. Having so public an approving mouthpiece as Swamp Thing crying havoc gave them a feeling of license to let slip the dogs of hatred, and now they roam in rabid packs. [image] In the field – image from peanutchuck.com If you want to know what it might have been like on the campaign trail with Mussolini, Hitler, or any of the many other demagogues who have fouled and others who continue to pollute our planet, Tur give you a pretty good taste. She offers first hand, up close and personal witness to mass hatred, stoked by a master demagogue, as monumentally skilled in the arts of theater as he is amazingly incapable in the business of governing. [image] image from MarieClaire.com – shot by Rebecca Greenfield Tur portrays a Bizarro world, in which a rope line of Trump lackeys works to ramp up reporters’ stress by accusing them pre-emptively of bias in order to gain the best possible coverage. This appears to be SOP for Trump, always pressuring the ump to try to gain a sympathetic call some time later in the game. She also lets us in on how disorganized the Trumpzis were, constantly being off message when talking with the press. And it would have been tough to remain on message in any case as Swamp Thing had a habit of contradicting himself only constantly. Another continuing point in the book is the numbing endurance of day after day, hell, minute after minute non-stop, sociopathic dishonesty. It has got to be tough to keep on message, though, with having to remember the lies du jour. We get a very clear sense that Swamp Thing was not really in it to win it. This was the presumption of most of the world at the beginning of his campaign, that he was in the race as a publicity stunt on steroids. That would go a long way toward explaining why he continued trying to make real estate deals in Russia all the way through the campaign. Like Max Bialystock and Leo Bloom in The Producers, he figured he could get away with dirty dealings, in this case playing footsie with the primary enemy of the United States, because he did not expect to win. He intended to produce a flop. [image] Image from The New York Daily News The tweeting was a whole other thing. Never before had there been a candidate whose favorite means of communication was the tweet. He was, and remains, compulsive about his tweeting, often tweeting dramatic pronouncements, accusations, and lies at all hours of the day. This impacted campaign reporters, who used to be able to get a break from campaign events. Not anymore. Tur gives you a real sense of what it means to be a campaign reporter, the late nights, early mornings, constant interruptions, competition from other news pros, demands from the bosses, more demands from the bosses, even more demands from the bosses, the challenge of getting to a plane in the middle of a snow hazard to get to a campaign stop half a country away, with single-digit minutes so spare, the need to find clothing and coiffure presentable on air when you are a mess, the need to function at peak efficiency and presentation when you have had next to no sleep for what feels like a lifetime. She also talks about the toll this assignment had on her personal life. Illuminating stuff for those of us on the other side of the TV screen. [image] December 2015 – image from Peanutchuck.com And then there are the personal dealings with Swamp Thing and his minions. She reports on the schizoid way Trump treated her, publicly saying she was a great reporter one day and the next calling her out to his brownshirts at a rally, by name, as unfair, third rate, and worse, to the point that NBC had to provide her with a security detail. It is a good thing that she has, as she calls it, the hide of a rhinoceros. But she also tells of her one-on-one interactions with him, offering passing charm one minute, but angling, always, always angling for favorable coverage. You really get a sense of how creepy a guy he is in person. Tur stays mostly away from Trump’s staff, focusing her recollections on those she had with the candidate himself. Although she does report on a senior, married, Trump campaign staffer who asked her where he could meet single 30-something women. Sadly, no name is revealed. She is too much of a pro to come right out and say that Donald Trump is a world-class asshole, maybe one of the biggest assholes who has ever lived, an amoral monster who puts not only all the people around him but the very planet at risk in service of his tiny mind and incredibly inflated ego, but we get the picture. She is a master of showing without telling. It comes across pretty clearly here that Swamp Thing is not exactly presidential material. [image] image from Marie Claire – shot by Anthony Terrell The book alternates between election night at Trump’s victory party and Tur’s tale of covering the campaign, from being assigned in May 2015. In addition to telling of her reporting experiences, she offers autobiographical details that include some pretty lively material. Mom and Dad were news people, had the first private helicopter covering breaking news in Los Angeles, making a living and a name for themselves breaking new reportorial ground. If you are thinking OJ, yep, they were right on that. The Rodney King riots? Yep again. That was them shooting the beating of Reginald Denny. It is fascinating material. And certainly argues that having a nose for news may have a genetic element. If you are looking for a kiss and tell, dirt-driven spill-all, with juicy scandals aplenty and dark secrets revealed, you will have to try another network. Unbelievable does not offer the sort of anarchic LOL reportage of Hunter Thompson’s Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ‘72. It is not one of those reportorial coups d’etat that will revolutionize how we perceive campaigns, like Theodore White’s The Making of the President. But it certainly does offer us insight into what it means to be a reporter in this new 24/7/365 age of campaign coverage. It gives us a you-are-there feel for what may be the most important campaign of the twenty-first century, an eyewitness account of a particularly dark turn taken in American politics, a sea change in what is considered decent in public discourse and behavior, and a close, alarming look at the man now twitching in the oval office. Hopefully we can learn from what has been going on, and what Tur has seen, and find ways to stem the rise of know-nothing absolutism. But the coming years should be good ones for bucket makers because there are millions of us who, faced with the horrors of a Donald Trump presidency, will find ourselves keeping one near at hand for those all too frequent moments when we announce to the world, “I think I’m gonna barf.” Election night. …don’t misunderstand me. The Hilton is nice. It’s been host to many grand events. But it can’t hold the kind of ten-thousand-person rallies that Trump has built his campaign around…There isn’t even free booze. The bar is charging seven dollars for sodas, eleven dollars for beers, and thirteen dollars or mixed drinks. Trumps advisers claim that Trump is just superstitious. He doesn’t want to jinx himself with a big show event. Cynics—or, as Trump calls them, “haters”—say he’s just cheap. About that cash bar: Red State calls it an “abomination.” GQ rates it pure Trump. “Let history show that up until the moment his fate became official, Donald Trump remained true to himself, a serial grafter and shameless carnival barker who let nothing come between him and the opportunity to get his grubby hands on a few more dollars.” Review first posted – September 14, 2017 Publication -----Hardcover - September 12, 2017 -----Trade Paperback - August 28, 2018 (view spoiler)[I felt this needed to be tucked safely under a spoiler tag, because I have an uncontrollable need. There are some sentences that I feel compelled to write, but which I am ashamed to own. So here goes, the ending to the review my inner child really, really wanted to use. I am very much looking forward to future such reporting from this outstanding journalist, because, of course, one good Tur deserves another.Ok, there. I’ve done it. Don’t judge me. I have a problem and I accept that. (hide spoiler)] =============================EXTRA STUFF Tur’s Twitter feed Trump’s response to the release of Unbelievable was boilerplate. Fascinating to watch people writing books and major articles about me and yet they know nothing about me & have zero access. #FAKE NEWS!Typical September 9, 2017 - A thoughtful, if frightening, opinion piece by Tur - The Trump Fever Never Breaks Articles worth checking out -----Boston Globe - 7 Books on Presidential Campaigns – by Katharine Whittemore -----GQ - Hack: Confessions of a Presidential Campaign Reporter - by Michael Hastings -----Rollingstone - Matt Taibbi’s New Book: ‘Insane Clown President’ - an excerpt -----NY Times - Old Page Turners for a New Presidential Campaign – by John Williams -----Politico - The Book that Changed Campaigns Forever – by Scott Porch Excerpts -----MSNBC -----MarieClaire - My Crazy Year With Trump Interviews -----Wonderful interview with Rachel Maddow -----Brian Williams talks with Tur on November 2, 2016 about Trump taunting her by name at a rally Other items of interest -----Madeline Albright’s book, Fascism, is definitely worth a look -----March 14, 2019 - NY Times - Donald Trump’s Bikers Want to Kick Protester Ass - building a brownshirt militia - this is really bad -----But Lawrence O'Brien Lawrence O'Brien thinks it's just gas. Sure hope he's right. November 9, 2017 - Unbelievable is among the nominees for Amazon's book of the year - History PS - In the book, Tur tells of a Trump rally at the Mohegan Sun arena in Wilkes Barre, PA. It was the usual rabid event. Following which, Tur and her crew went to the mall across the road, stopping at a Panera for a quick bite. The vibe from the rally followed them into the restaurant. They felt so uncomfortable there that they left in a hurry. One might even say they fled, concerned about physical harm. That location was one of the casualties when an EF2 tornado touched down here on June 14, 2018. [image] ...more |
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There was a time when millions of us roamed the continent. We fed when there was need. We played in forests and open places. Our kind lived well, from
There was a time when millions of us roamed the continent. We fed when there was need. We played in forests and open places. Our kind lived well, from the warm woodlands of the south to the frosty forests of the north and in the gentler landscapes between. We raised our pups in cozy dens, and raised our voices at night to call out to others. Sometimes, we joined our brothers and sisters in joyous chorus for no reason at all. We lived in a world with many others, hunters, prey, and creatures who seemed to have no great part of our existence. There were people here then. We lived with them, too. But other people came, people with guns, poison, and traps, people armed with fear, hatred, and ignorance. They took our food sources, and when we were forced to look elsewhere to feed, they turned their quivering, murderous hearts toward us. And there came a time when there were practically none of us left across the entire land. [image] Nate Blakeslee - image from Texas Monthly In Eurasia and North America, at least, where there have been people there have always been wolves. They have been a significant feature in the lore of most cultures, usually in a negative way. While the tale of the she-wolf Lupa nurturing Romulus and Remus gives wolves some rare positive press, and native peoples of North America offer the wolf considerable respect, wolves have not, for the most part, received particularly positive press in the last few hundred years. The obvious cultural touchstone for most North Americans and Europeans would be the story of Little Red Riding Hood, followed closely by tales of lycanthropy, and maybe a shepherd boy who sounded a false alarm a time too many. The wolf is embedded in our culture as something to be feared, a great and successful hunter, a rival. Homo sap is a jealous species and does its best to eliminate other apex predators whenever we take over their turf. Such has been the case with Canis Lupus. And we have been taking over lots and lots of turf. [image] O-Six - image from StudyBreaks.com As is so often the case when people are involved, action precedes understanding. European settlers in North America, carrying forward Old World biases, saw wolves as a threat to their safety. Incidents of wolf attacks on people are quite rare, though. Settlers feared for their livestock as well. There was certainly some basis for concern there, but not nearly enough to warrant the response. In fact, wolves serve a very useful function in the larger biome, culling the weaker specimens from natural populations, and thus helping secure the continued health of the overall prey population. The settler response was wholesale slaughter, a public program of eradication, a final solution for wolves. But actions have consequences. The result, in Yellowstone Park, was a boom in ungulate population, which had secondary effects. Increased numbers of elk and other prey animals gobbled up way too much new growth, impacting the flora of the area, unbalancing the park’s ecosystem, seriously reducing the population, for example, of cottonwood and aspen trees, with many other changes taking place as well. Where wolves live they contribute to the balance of their environment. When they are removed, that balance is destroyed. As a science, wildlife management [in the early 20th century] was still in its infancy, and park officials genuinely believed that predators would eventually decimate the park’s prey population if left to their own devices. They didn’t realize that wolves and elk had coexisted in Yellowstone for thousands of years, that the two species had in fact evolved in tandem with each other—which explained why the elk could run just as fast as the wolf but no faster. Wolves were the driving force behind the evolution of a wide variety of prey species in North America after the last ice age, literally molding the natural world around them. The massive size of the moose, the nimbleness of the white-tailed deer, the uncanny balance of the bighorn sheep—the architect of these and countless other marvels was the wolf.It is eminently clear that people are quite accomplished at ignoring reality, and extremely proficient at substituting the mythological for the actual, often helped along by the unscrupulous self-interested, who promote falsehoods in order to preserve their personal investments, enhance their proprietary interests, or enrich themselves or those they represent. But sometimes science breaks through the veil of obfuscation and is able to get a hearing for the truths it has unearthed. Such was the case with our understanding of how wolves impact our world. It was due to this understanding and the persistent efforts of ecological activists that a plan was approved to reintroduce wolves into a few locations in the lower 48 states. Yellowstone was the primary site for the program. [image] Rick McIntyre - image from Earthjustice.com The first wolves were reintroduced into Yellowstone in 1995. That year a star was born, “21M.” Even before 21 left his natal pack, Rick had known he was unusual. One morning in the spring of 1997, two years after Doug Smith and Carter Niemeyer rescued 21 following the death of his father, Rick watched the handsome young wolf returning from a hunt. With him was the big male who had become the pack’s new alpha when 21 was still a tiny pup. The pair had killed an elk, and 21, already an outstanding provider, had brought a massive piece of meat back to the den, where a new litter of pups had been born.21 becomes the alpha of the Druid pack, manifesting that most important of leadership qualities, empathy. The Druids were like the Kennedys to some, lupine royalty. In 2006, one generation removed, 21’s granddaughter is born, O-Six. It is her tale that Blakeslee tells here. Well, one half of the tale, anyway. There are two paths followed here. One is the life and times of O-Six, a remarkable creature, and another remarkable creature, one who stands upright, Rick McIntyre. [image] Half Black – a Druid pack female - image from the National Park Service We follow O-Six’s life from her puppyhood in the Agate Creek pack to her gathering together the wolves that would make up the Lamar Valley Pack. She is a wise leader, a skilled hunter. As she births pups, the pack grows. But there are other packs of wolves in Yellowstone, and conflict among them is a natural condition. In battle, O-Six demonstrates remarkable courage, in one instance standing fast, seriously outnumbered, against an invading pack, and engaging in Hollywood level derring-do to save the day. She succeeds despite having in her pack an Alpha male and his sibling referred to by watchers as Dumb and Dumber for their limited hunting skills. We see her relocate as needed to take advantage of propitious territorial openings, or quarters removed from hostile forces. One of her moves put her in a location where wolf watchers could follow her pack’s exploits from the safe remove of a park road cutout. It is publicity from the group that gathered to ardently keep track of O-Six and her Lamar Pack’s exploits from this convenient watching site, (and others) that made her the most famous wolf in the world. [image] Wolf watchers - image from the National Park Service Rick McIntyre was constitutionally more of a lone wolf sort, a National Park Ranger, happiest out in the field, whether studying grizzlies in Denali, where he became a top-drawer wildlife photographer, or studying wolves in Yellowstone. He was introduced to wolves by a top wolf biologist, Gorbon Haber, building his expertise and writing A Society of Wolves. The book was published in 1993. It expounded on the culture of wolves, significantly broadening our understanding of the species. His work was instrumental in providing support for reintroduction efforts. This work landed him a spot at Yellowstone, where he slowly improved his people skills, and became a fixture around which study and monitoring of the park packs centered, the leader of the wolf-study pack. He is a charismatic, passionate character and you will enjoy getting to know him. [image] O-Six howling with her mate and his brother - image from NatGeo Wild There are other elements in the book. The growth of the wolf-watching culture and the Yellowstone watchers club is given plenty of attention. The politics of reintroduction, protection, and attempts to remove protection get their share of ink as well. There is much in here that will raise your blood pressure. Impressively, Blakeslee includes a depiction of the man who shot O-Six. It is not the drooling monster portrayal one might expect. Blakeslee takes pains to consider the perspective of hunters. There is a description of a marauding, death-dealing pack, the Mollies, that will remind you of the Borg, or a zombie apocalypse. It is as tension, and fear-filled a portrayal as you will find in any of the best action-adventure fiction. [image] Yellowstone wolf pup - image from NatGeo Wild When studying wildlife, researchers are discouraged from forming emotional attachments to the objects of their study. Few animals live nearly so long as people, so your favorite [insert species here] will, as likely as not, perish before you. But readers of this book are under no such caution. Sitting in a laundromat, parked on a backless bench, book on an attached table, looking through the plate glass, rain soaking Hazle Avenue, drops cascading down the window, my eyes join the mass drip on reading Blakeslee’s description of the death of O-Six. I will admit that this happens sometimes when reading about people, but it does not happen often. I am saved from a public exhibition of heaving shoulders and stifled sobs by the buzzer announcing the end of a wash. If you have any tears left after this, you will turn them loose in an epilogue tale of 21’s mountain top trek as he neared death. [image] O-Six - image from NatGeo Wild I only had one small beef about the book. I understand that researchers are discouraged from naming their study subjects, but it was quite inconsistent in application. Some had names, others were just numbers, and, frankly, it became a bit tough at times, keeping track of which number came from which pack, and was that one with this pack and this one with that pack. Really that’s it. Otherwise, no problemo [image] Wolf #10 of the Rose Creek pack - image from the National Park Service American Wolf is a complex work, offering some science, some history, some political analysis, some prompts to raise your spirits, some that will make you cheer, and some dark moments that will make you turn away, fold the book closed, and wonder just what is wrong with some people. You will learn a lot, particularly about wolf culture. But primarily, it is a tale of hope, of reason triumphing over ignorance, of courage and heroism besting villainy. It joins the intellectual heft of offering considerable information with the gift of being incredibly moving. [image] Unidentified Yellowstone wolf – 1996 - image from National Park Service Tail high, standing tall, the gray alpha raises his muzzle and howls a long call. Pack members miles away lift their heads, point their ears toward the siren summons and begin loping home. There are fewer now than there were, an inexperienced young adult having found mortal peril on the fringes of their land. But still, enough of the pack remained, strong and healthy. They would gather. The gray knew where they would go once joined, into the valley. Caribou were plentiful there. They would fill their bellies before grizzlies stole their prize, and then would carry large chunks in their jaws, for the nursing alpha female. It was not the best of all possible world, but it would do, for now. [image] image from wolf.org Review – October 12, 2017 Published – October 17, 2017 =============================EXTRA STUFF The author’s Twitter feed and a list of his articles at Texas Monthly Video -----a clip from She Wolf -----Learn to draw a wolf -----An admirer speaks fondly of wolves howling - what beautiful music they make -----A familiar item from Duran Duran -----Another from Sam the Sham -----Not quite a video, more an an app about wolves with images and sound -----Yellowstone Wolf History with Rick McIntyre Articles -----Heroes: Life Lessons from Yellowstone’s Wolves - by Haleigh Gullion -----The Call of the Wild - interview with Rick McIntyre -----July 5, 2018 - NY Times - Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf Scientist? - Wolf researcher, Rob Wielgus, reports what he can discover, then has to deal with the death threats - by Christopher Solomon [image] Rob Wielgus – Credit - Ilona Szwarc for The New York Times -----July 27, 2021 - The Guardian - ‘An abomination’: the story of the massacre that killed 216 wolves by Nate Blakeslee - the killing occurred over a matter of days -----December 18, 2023 - AP - Colorado releases first 5 wolves in reintroduction plan approved by voters to chagrin of ranchers - by JESSE BEDAYN Other -----Gray Wolf Conservation ----- The International Wolf Center offers a lot of information -----Yellowstone’s Photo Collection - wolves -----The Call of the Wild - free on Gutenberg -----Get your howl on -----My review of Charlotte McConaghy's 2021 novel, Once There Were Wolves in which a small number of wolves are reintroduced to Scotland -----Of particular relevance to this subject is the Farley Mowat enhanced memoir of his field research experience with wolves, Never Cry Wolf, published in 1963, and the excellent 1983 film that was made of it [image] From the film November 9, 2017 - American Wolf is among the nominees for Amazon's book of the year - Science ...more |
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Ragnvald Eysteinsson (hereafter referred to as Rags, with apologies to Dave Righetti, although Hartsuyker pronounces it Ron-vald, so Ron might have wo
Ragnvald Eysteinsson (hereafter referred to as Rags, with apologies to Dave Righetti, although Hartsuyker pronounces it Ron-vald, so Ron might have worked better) is a pretty decent young man, by the measures of the time. Young (20), strong, lithe, and happy to be on a raiding mission with the impressive Captain Solvi, a Loki-type figure. Rags has been a productive member of the crew and is having a good time as the mission nears its end. Downside is that Solvi had been biding his time until the right moment, which has now arrived, and Rags is unceremoniously tossed into the chilly waters of the ninth century North Sea. One might be tempted to say the waters off Norway, but the formation of that state had yet to take place and the beginnings of that process constitute one of the centerpieces of this novel. [image] Linnea Hartsuyker - from her Twitter pages Rags, the legitimate heir to his family’s land, had come to this aqueous situation as a result of an unfortunate turn in his lineage. Grandfather Ivar had been a king (jarl) on his land. Of course, you could hardly swing a battleaxe without dinging one of these petty kings, with their relatively small holdings. But Ivar’s son, Rags’s father, Eystein, had been a boaster and drinker, which left him dead and his land, and family in the hands of the singularly unpleasant Olaf. Rags about to arrive at his majority, Olaf preferred to remain jarl of this particular realm by paying to have his stepson disinherited with extreme prejudice. Problem is, Rags survives. Awkward. The late ninth century was a time of ongoing conflict (and which time isn’t?), in which the petty kings (did not make that up, that is what they were called) engaged in frequent conflict to seize or defend land. Consolidate here, lose a bit there. It gets tiresome, all this warfare. But then this kid, Harald Hårfagre (Fairhair), shows up. Teenager, military prodigy, master of Mixed Viking Arts. Has a clever uncle to help guide him, and a big dream. He wants to unite the myriad kingdoms into an actual nation, Norway. (The seven kingdoms?) It seems there is this trend going on at the time, of smaller, tribal areas clotting together to form larger, scarier entities, and forming one in Norway was, in considerable measure, necessary for self-defense. Buckles will be swashed. [image] Yeah, he is in his twenties, but I could not get out of my head the image of Rags, all rescued and dried off, wants to slip in to a tribal gathering called a ting, where he hopes to accuse Solvi of trying to kill him, and also challenge his stepfather for paying Solvi to do it. He wants to win back the hand (and presumably the rest) of his promised-since-childhood fiancée, Hilda. (Her father considers him a loser at this point and is not cool with her being with him.) She likes him too. In a land where might makes right, legal proceedings are not necessarily an effective solution when trying to right a wrong. In fact, as one might expect, many disputes are settled with sharp weapons instead of sharp minds. And the legal system in question is at least as purchasable as is the one in place today. There is a lot in here about the codes of honor extant at the time. Swearing allegiance to someone was a big, life-and-death deal. Upside is that swearing allegiance to the right person might get you the backing you need to defend your land, or maybe take someone else’s. Of course, swearing allegiance to the wrong sort could present terminal challenges. Following Rags’s adventures offers one a fascinating look at Viking culture. Through his experiences, we get to see what was considered fair play, get a sense of familial relations, see what passed for law, and government, and even have a bit of a look at how people made a living. One of the most fascinating elements, and not in a good way, was the treatment of women. [image] A 14th century rendering of Harry the Blonde – from Wikimedia But was he really blonde? These guys were known to bleach their hair, for real. Hildie, quick, come look. Did I get it all? Did I miss any spots? How long to I have to leave this stuff on? Speaking of which, Rags has a sister, Svanhild, 16. And she is amazing! (Svanderful?) She is stuck with the same evil stepfather as Rags. While Olaf may not manifest carnal intent toward her, he would like nothing more than to marry her off strategically, to secure a much-needed alliance with a stronger family. Not much interested in the bear of a guy Olaf has in mind for her, and feeling pressured, she strikes out on her own, not generally a big 9th century move for young women. Will any of your fine choices for husbands take me raiding with them? Or will it be halls and children and first wives whose rule is law? Will I be left at home while my men go out and live?It gets complicated. But what shines through is her eagerness to experience as much of life as she can. No sitting home spinning, cooking, and popping out mini-Vikings for this young lady. Much more Boadicea than brood-mare, more Valkyrie than Vanity Fair, Svan is faced with some very difficult choices, and manages to manage. She may be a relatively tough cookie physically, but that is not what gets her through. In the sagas the women got their way by being bolder than the men who surrounded them. What they could not do with steel, they did with will.She is challenged by an ignorant sort on the supposedly easier life women of the time experience. Her mixture of ruthlessness and innocence was charming, and he could never decide whether he wanted her to keep her pretty pictures of the world, or learn his own cruel lessons. “What would you do, Svanhild, I wonder, to save your life? To save the life of your child?”One of the really wonderful things about this novel is that it does not stuff a 21st century perspective into a 9th Century world. While Svan’s adventure may resonate with contemporary understandings of gender, there was precedent for such behavior in that era. In the case of Rags, he does some pretty amazing things, but he also engages in behavior that is appalling by today’s standards. [image] The original Viking cruise – from Gettysburg.edu The novel portrays challenges males and females faced in that primitive time. Young men were expected to be adept at military combat. They had to engage in battle to maintain control of their land, presuming they had any, and woe to him who was less than a physical specimen. If you want to keep your land, you had better be able to defend it against all attackers. (I could certainly see this happening eventually as a possible model for apartment distribution in NYC.) Something like 33 Percent of Viking men did not make it to adulthood. 35 percent of woman did not see 30. (see death by childbirth) Even among those who managed to make it past adolescence, average life expectancy was on the dark side of 40. Women were regarded as chattel more than anything. And while they may have had influence, particularly were one to be #1 wife in a powerful household, they had little power. Some of the descriptions of how they were treated will definitely make your blood boil. Hartsuyker shows diverse ways by which women coped. I wanted my women characters to be plausible for the time-period, while reflecting the fact that women are people, every bit as much as men, and would rebel, have ambitions, and struggle against their limitations. I’ve tried to represent different ways that women would deal with a violent society in which they had fewer rights than today: Hilda goes along to get along, Ascrida is nearly broken by what she’s endured but still tries to make choices to keep her family safe, Vigdis uses her sexuality to further her ambitions, and Svanhild, the heroine, makes rash and idealistic choices, and then has to face the consequences. - from the Qwillery interviewThis is an historical novel for which Linnea Hartsuyker has done a considerable amount of research. But it started with one particular bit of intel. When I was in my teens, my family embarked on a project to trace our ancestry and identify our living relatives. Through church records in Sweden and Norway, we found that Harald Fairhair (Harfagr), the first king of Norway is one of our ancestors. - from her blog [image] Adventuring headgear of the age, available, no doubt, at Amazon. Monographing is extra. Many of the characters actually existed, although some had to be invented to keep the story moving, and to fill in historical gaps. You might not want to google too much information on Viking history if you want to avoid spoiling sundry outcomes in this novel, and the two that are planned to succeed it. There was another draw to the era for Hartsuyker. I grew up in the middle of the woods in upstate New York, and my family that is very into doing things by hand. We baked our own bread, and did fiber arts like weaving, sewing, and knitting. We heated the house with wood and coal fires, and had to split and chop wood all summer. I think that is why I’ve always been drawn to history, eras which required more physical labor than our own, and making things from scratch. - from the Qwillery interviewHistory was not the only consideration here. Hartsuyker also looks at myth-making. The era was one in which legend played a large role (another resonance with today). Where does history leave off and a good story (fake news?) begin. One character, for example, is telling his own history, and is challenged when it is clear that he might just be embellishing a teensy bit. “You call me a liar?” Hakon roared. “The songs say what I will them to say.” And I am sure his was the largest audience ever, too. Rags has some notable successes in the field, and is modest about those, but is encouraged by people with greater political savvy to at least own up to, if not fluff up the tales to enhance his own standing among his peers. [image] A Viking house – from AncientPages.com The current uptick in interest in things Viking touches contemporary concerns. In a recent interview on Late Night, Seth Meyers asked CNN political reporter Jake Tapper what question people asked him most when then encountered him on his vacation. Tapper’s response, “Are we going to be ok? Are we going to survive this administration?” certainly speaks to existential concerns. And if everything goes kerblooey, we may again become more reliant on physical skills and the need to fend off rampaging hordes of armed attackers. There are elements of fantasy here as well. After being unceremoniously tossed from his ship, Rags has an encounter with the goddess of the deep, Ran, and sees an image that will forge his future path. Another character is said to be a seer. Another has an issue with being dead. These are scattered throughout, and are few in number, but do give the story a tincture of fantasy. Of course with tales of all sorts being told at tings, it is no large stretch to accept that, in this pre-scientific world, an acceptance of the supernatural could be…um…natural. With The Half-Drowned King, Linnea Hartsuyker has launched a successful raid on the worlds of both historical and fantasy literature with her Norse saga. There is no doubt she will be returning home with considerable booty. This novel is not just a rollicking adventure. It is not just a wonderfully rendered fictionalized account of some very real historical events, offering a portrait of the lives of that era. It is also a very engaging tale of a brother and sister, both trying to make their way in a hostile world, both coping with questions of freedom versus a constricted security, both facing challenges in having to balance justice with vengeance. While they may not be written at the highest possible level of character portraiture, they are drawn well enough to make them relatable. You will care for both, even if you are likely to take exception to some of the decisions they make. Time to sharpen your pointy helmets, lighten your hair, put a fine edge on the nearest battle-axe and strap on some chain-mail. Vikings rule in The Half-Drowned King. It is not a short book, but you might fight your way through it without coming up for air. [image] Eager readers rushing to the bookstore Review first posted – September 9, 2017 Published -----hardcover - August 1, 2017 -----trade paperback - June 26, 2018 [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and Twitter pages There are two more books planned in this trilogy. The second, The Sea Queen (2018), is written. I am not sure if the third, The Golden Wolf (2019), has been completed yet. This tune seemed appropriate, for Svan anyway. I looked for a performance in Oslo, but came up short. Articles by the author worth checking out -----Five Surprising Things I Learned About Vikings - on the Fantasy Literature site - -----To Live Like the Women of Viking Literature - on LitHub Interviews -----(Print) The Qwillery - mostly on writing process, but there are some wonderful bits of intel here -----(Video) - Library Love Fest -----(Audio) - RedCarpetCrash ...more |
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| Long before we discovered that he had fathered two children by two different women, one in Drimoleague and one in Clonakilty, Father James Monroe s Long before we discovered that he had fathered two children by two different women, one in Drimoleague and one in Clonakilty, Father James Monroe stood on the altar of the Church of Our Lady, Star of the Sea, in the parish of Goleen, West Cork, and denounced my mother as a whore.I imagine I must have been under some sort of a curse for the last sixteen years or so. How else to explain that I just finished reading my first John Boyne novel. Must be the luck of the Irish, well the Irish-American, anyway. Boyne is a writer from the Auld Sod who has written ten adult novels, five YA novels, a short story collection, and god knows what else. He is best known for his 2006 work, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, and is probably pretty tired of being asked about it, well, as irked as one can decently be about a book that sold millions, and was made into a major film. The income from his book sales and movie rights has allowed him to spend his days writing. He has won crocks full of awards, and been nominated for a bunch more. Part of my misfortune is not having a base against which to compare his latest novel, The Heart’s Invisible Furies, to his prior work. If you find that troubling, you might stop reading now and look for a pot of reviewing gold elsewhere. Are there themes that re-appear after having been considered in earlier work? Dunno. Maybe characters who appeared in one guise or another in earlier work, scenes that are replayed, rewritten here? Sorry. Is this his best book? No idea. But if this is not his best, then goddam. [image] John Boyne - from his Instagram pages In 2015, voters approved the thirty fourth amendment to the Irish Constitution, with over 62% in favor. The amendment had been supported by all the major political parties. On its face, it is a remarkable achievement that a nation’s voters would make their country the first to offer profound popular support for change so long in coming. That the voters ignored the railing against the referendum by their country’s once all-powerful Catholic Church was a signal achievement. Ireland became the first nation on earth in which same-sex marriage was guaranteed by popular vote. Inspired by this possibility, even before the vote was held, John Boyne decided to look at the duration of a lifetime leading up to the event. I wanted Cyril to represent the country and how it has evolved over those 70 years. Although Cyril is gay, he is very frightened of that fact when he is a younger man and is terrified of the consequences of anyone finding out. He lies to himself, he lies to his friends and he lies to a woman he plans to marry. Homosexuality was still illegal in Ireland until the early 1990s, so it was a very difficult place for any gay man or woman to be. But eventually he starts to change, he begins to accept who he is and becomes proud of that. And so it is with Ireland itself, which has evolved for the better over those years. - from the BookBrowse interviewBoyne tracks that history step-wise, each chapter taking place seven years after the last, believing (erroneously as it turns out) that every seven years all our cells are replaced and so we are, in a sense, a new person. We begin in 1945, with the pregnancy of sixteen-year-old Catherine Goggin, and her being publicly cast out of her community by the laughably hypocritical parish priest. (See the quote at the top of this review, which is also the opening of the book) Cyril, the product of Catherine’s illicit union, and in vitro narrator in chapter one, appears on the outside in chapter 2, in 1952, now the adopted son of a well-to-do couple. Father, sorry, adoptive father, Charles Avery, works in finance. (You’ll never be a real Avery.) Mom, sorry, adoptive mom, Maude, is a writer, who emerges from a cloud of permanent cigarette smoke every now and then to exchange banter with Cyril and anyone else in the vicinity. She is not particularly interested in having a large readership. In fact, she finds such a notion vulgar. Cyril’s conversational capabilities require some belief suspension, but once you have hoisted yours a few feet off the ground, Boyne will make you roar with laughter. The family exchanges are often ROFL level, recalling the madcap comedies of an earlier age, but imbued with a modern sensibility. Aside from getting adopted, the second most important thing to happen to Cyril in this seven-year patch is meeting Julian, a boy who bubbles over with brains, beauty and charisma. He is the son of Charles’s (much needed) attorney, Max. Cyril is smitten. He does not know it yet, but he is gay, and Julian is his first crush. We’re none of us normal. Not in this fucking country.Each seven-year leap offers another look at what it was to be gay in the painfully Catholic Ireland of the late 20th and early 21st century. As an adolescent at school, as a randy twenty-one-year-old, and a randy twenty-eight-year old, and so on. How can one find love when that love places you at risk of imprisonment? We track societal events as well, with mention of deviant priests, terrorist (IRA) attacks and kidnappings, the attraction of free love in the 60s, the inclusion of female members in the Dáil Éireann (Irish assembly), and 9/11, among others. Boyne’s view of his beloved Ireland contains a rich supply of outrage. In addition to the priest of the opening paragraph publicly shaming and expelling a pregnant 16-year-old, a murderer is set free because a jury finds “that his crime had been committed under the extreme provocation of having a mentally disordered son.” Crooked cops, bribed jurors, a blackmailing lawyer, child-abusing priests, (by reference only, thankfully) political sorts of the terroristic stripe, a boy expelled from a school on trumped up charges because of his parents’ politics, violent homophobes, pimping parents, corrupt financiers, compulsive womanizers, and over all, the shame and hypocrisy nails hammered into Irish society by The Church. An émigre speaks to this. “Here’s the thing you have to understand about Ireland,” he said, leaning forward now and pointing a finger at me. “Nothing will ever change in that fucking place. Ireland is a backward hole of a country run by vicious, evil-minded, sadistic priests and a government so in thrall to the collar that it’s practically led around on a leash. The Taoiseach does what the Archbishop of Dublin says and for his obeisance he’s given a treat, like a good puppy. The best thing that could happen to Ireland would be for a tsunami to rise up in the Atlantic Ocean and drown the place with all the vengeance of a biblical flood and for every man, woman and child to disappear forever.Physical violence figures large in The Furies, with gay men being subjected to homophobic arrest, assault, and murder. Parents attack their own sons. Then there is the more usual sort of physical mayhem, from cuckolded husbands seeking vengeance to the IRA blowing things up and kidnapping people for ransom. There are two major lines to follow here, Cyril’s development as a character, from confusion, to fear, to understanding and acceptance, and the corresponding changes in Irish society. There are also two moods at work. Cyril’s struggle to find love and some happiness in the world is fraught with extreme peril, not even counting the AIDS epidemic, which is addressed in good measure. There is also a large volume of hilarity. The banter sparkles, offering a welcome antidote to the darker parts of Cyril’s tale. You will laugh out loud, even while recognizing that Boyne’s younger characters often speak in ways that are years beyond what anyone would believe possible. The humor permeates and is effervescent. “What’s wrong with you people?” he asked, looking at me as if I was clinically insane. “What’s wrong with Ireland? Are you all just fucking nuts over there, is that it? Don’t you want each other to be happy?”While the novel casts a steely eye at Irish society, it offers considerable warmth to many of its characters. Cyril is an everyman who just wants to find his way, and cope with the restrictions placed on him by an ignorant world. In a sense, he is looking for his true home. Catherine Goggin is a powerful woman making her way by virtue of her will, abetted by a kind, understanding heart, and a deep well of wisdom. Some characters seem a bit thin. Julian’s charm comes through early on, but he seems one-dimensional after that. Cyril’s true love is just too good to be true. Some of the baddies are also painted in single colors. A character who really is named Miss Muffett may have a unicolor green stick up her bum, but her snooty condescension and self-importance are also quite a funny send-up of the worst of the more ancient sorts of attitudes extant on the Emerald Isle. Novelists often write about writing and Boyne has a bit of fun with the subject. Maude Avery, Cyril’s adoptive mother holds a dim view of her profession. “Do you enjoy being a writer, Mrs Avery?” asked Julian.Boyne brings notable Irish author Brendan Behan into the tale for a short romp. “Was everything you said in your book true?” asked Julian. In Borstal Boy, I mean.In a more positive writerly vein, Boyne was strongly influenced by his admiration for John Irving, to whom he dedicated the book. I read The Cider House Rules when I was 17 years old and quickly devoured all of John Irving's novels. Since then, he has been my favourite novelist. I admire his storytelling abilities but also his empathy for what he has always described as "sexual misfits." John was writing about transgender people, for example, in The World According to Garp, long before that was a subject that was talked about. – from the bookbrowse interviewWhether you are straight, gay, bisexual, asexual, or fall into any other of the increasing number of possible gender slots, Cyril will speak to you. He is really just a guy looking for love and a home, and you will want him to succeed. John Boyne leads us on a trail of medieval hypocrisy and mean-spiritedness that ends in a national triumph of sanity. The Heart’s Invisible Furies is a moving, epic tale that is a triumph of literary achievement. It is one of the best books of 2017 and must not be missed. “It happens,” he said with a shrug. “We all fall in the shit many times in our lives. The trick is pulling ourselves out again.” Published – August 22, 2017 Review Posted - August 25, 2017 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and Instagram pages Interviews -----The Guardian – Meet the author - John Boyne: ‘The church has become a spent force’ - by Hannah Beckerman – February 19, 2017 -----HotPress - About The Boy: The John Boyne Interview - by Jason O’Toole – February 13, 2017 -----BookBrowse - An Interview with John Boyne - by Melissa Firman – July 2017 Ok, the following link does not really have all that much to do (anything, really) with the book, but it turned up in my research. It contains a list of Irish Slang, much of it profane, that will put you at risk of laughing your clackers off. November 9, 2017 - The Heart’s Invisible Furies is among the nominees for Amazon's book of the year - Literature and Fiction ...more |
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| They are so dark that pupil and iris are virtually indistinguishable, fringed by long lashes that might make them pretty until you take a closer lo They are so dark that pupil and iris are virtually indistinguishable, fringed by long lashes that might make them pretty until you take a closer look, and then you will see that they absorb all the light around them and refuse to budge an inch. When looking into them, if you ever do, you will suddenly remember appointments that you should be making and previous engagements that you’ve forgotten to put on your calendar.Nora Watts may be living in the basement of her employers’ building. She may have substance issues and been to rehab a time or three. She may not be beautiful, well dressed, or well to do, but she has a gift. Those intimidating deep-pool eyes of hers can see a part of the spectrum that is dark to the rest of us too much of the time. She sees the dark shade of dishonesty. Nora Watts is a lie-detector extraordinaire. This gift comes in handy working for a PI and a freelance journalist. And as there is never a shortage of bullshit to be detected, Nora has plenty to do. Of course everything she does is not necessarily part of her paid gig. A desperate couple gets in touch. The police have been useless in tracking down their MIA teenage daughter. But Nora may be the perfect person from whom to seek assistance. The missing teen, Bronwyn, aka Bonnie, has eyes exactly like Nora’s. She is, in fact, the child Nora gave away at birth. There is a parallel investigation she undertakes, this one on the books. Tracking down a witness to a gang murder. This bit is given reasonable attention, but is definitely secondary to the search for her missing spawn. [image] Sheena Kamal - from her FB pages Sheena Kamal is an activist and an actress in addition to being a writer. She worked in Toronto on homelessness, which clearly informs her work here. She later worked researching crime and investigative journalism for film and TV. About two years ago, I was working as a TV researcher for a crime drama series when an idea began to form for a project of my own. A dark, psychological suspense novel. I’d never written a novel before, but the idea wouldn’t let go and I found myself at a crossroads. In a moment of righteous conviction, I took the least logical path available. I quit my job and moved across the country to Vancouver, because this is where my story would be set. I had no employment prospects on the West Coast, no money, no friends, nothing but the drive to write. For the next year, I took day work in the film and television industry to make ends meet, ate out of cans, pocketed food from set. One week I had nowhere else to go so I lived in a tent. I’m told some people do this for fun. I am not one of them. - from the Thrillerfest interviewNora Watts is an amazing character. I have seen her compared to Lisbeth Salander, and that seems a reasonable comparison. Unlike her Swedish predecessor she is not a computer whiz. But like her dragon-y counterpart, Nora has had a less than lovely past. It includes a missing mom, dead father, a slew of foster homes, and worse. The trials of her experience have given her a caustic view of the world, a thick skin, but it is all there to protect that very vulnerable central core. Maybe one of the self-protection mechanisms at play is a hole in her memory from a traumatic event she had endured many years before. Every good fictional investigator has to be able to demonstrate detection licks. I quite enjoyed Nora’s Sherlockian penchant for observing small detail. I can tell that the coffee here is terrible, but the muffins are not too bad. People exiting with takeout cups in their hands peel back the lid, gulp, and then grimace. Those with muffins never bat an eye. They shrug and move on, seeing the muffins as money well spent.Nora tracks the crumbs to the crimes, encountering the necessary batterings, misdirections and betrayals that so often line that path. Seeing when people are lying offers one a bit of a light in the woods, but one still has to traverse the forest and cope with its sometimes hostile fauna. Speaking of flora and fauna, one of the prime ingredients in any good mystery is a sense of place. Salander’s Sweden is a recent example. The more classic sorts would include Philip Marlowe in LA, Sam Spade in San Francisco, that Holmes guy in London, and far too many more to list them all. The place here is Vancouver, including Vancouver Island. You will feel the wet, the gray, and the cold while reading, so you might want to keep a throw and a warm cup of what works at hand. Kamal takes us from a look at the city’s meaner streets to both the beauty of and horror that can be made of nature’s gifts. One of the great strengths of Eyes Like Mine is Kamal’s stable of supporting characters. Brazuca is a forty-something former sponsor who summons an image of Jeffrey Dean Morgan. There is a contact who runs a tech company, but also performs in drag. Nora’s employers, a very gay PI and an erstwhile foreign affairs reporter gone stand-alone are mostly in the background here, but I could see them growing in significance in future volumes. Nora’s sister, Lorelei, is a real piece of work. There is a Bond-villain dragon lady and plenty of Agent Smith sorts to keep Nora running, jumping and driving far too fast. Best of all is a real bitch, no, really. Of course she is amazingly loyal, and brightens up the page whenever she trots across the text. She and Nora did not meet in the usual way. Responding to noise outside the office where she lives At first I thought it was a manifestation of my hangover, but after an hour of huddling in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, I got angry. Okay, that’s not true. I got paranoid, drank a beer to calm my nerves, and then got angry. When I went out, steel pipe in hand, I found a huge ball of matted furs sniffing distastefully at a carton of spoiled chow mein I had put in the garbage the night before. The ball of fur looked at me with baleful eyes, but made no move to beat a hasty exit when I tried to shoo her away. I’ve called her Whisper ever since.Not to be too cute, Whisper has issues as well, as you will learn. Still, though, an Asta-level pooch adds a bright element to a dark tale. I had a couple of issues with Eyes Like Mine. The major one was that Nora gained access to locations she was checking into via being mistaken for an expected, but not familiar worker. Once, fine. Twice is pushing it. There is an event that occurs late in the book (not gonna say) that had a scent of deus ex machina. A subsequent explanation made sense, but the foundation behind that needed to have been laid a bit more clearly earlier in the book. Kamal is not just concerned with telling a gripping story, which she has done. She is also interested in looking at some issues that are significant in Canada. Race is one. Nora comes from mixed race heritage, her father having been Native American. She reports on attempts by the European conquerors to erase Native cultures and notes, bitterly, differences in treatment based on skin color. I could get into my complicated parentage. I could point out to him that my dubious genes are at least part indigenous from my father’s side and part something I don’t even know from my mother‘s. Because she left when I was a child and I don’t know a thing about her, not even where she came from. What I do know is that I look somewhat like my father, and girls who look like me are more likely to go missing, and less likely to have their disappearances investigated.The beauty of the land comes in for some appreciation, particularly when it looks likely to be spoiled by thoughtless development. As does consideration of the devaluation of investigative reporting. With Eyes Like Mine, Sheena Kamal has hit the ground running so hard there must be team of corporate goons chasing her. Nora Watts lights up the page with her humanity, as well as her courage, her vulnerability as well as her determination. She is a damaged hero worth admiring. The treatment of place in this suspense novel is top notch, giving readers a look at BC that is probably not in the tourism brochures, and a look at Canada that is about more than single-payer-envy and welcoming Syrian refugees. You will rip through these pages, engaged and maybe panting, maybe staving off a bit of whiplash from the twists, accelerations and sudden downshifts. The most likely question you will have on finishing this book is, “When is the next one coming out?” (a trilogy is planned) You won’t have to dig deep, travel far or risk life and limb to find Eyes Like Mine. But whatever effort you expend will be repaid many times over. Look up, over there, to the chillier part of North America. Yeah, there. See it? A star is born. Review Posted – 12/23/2016 Publication date - 7/25/2017 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram, and FB pages PS – the title for the USA version is The Lost Ones. This review was posted for that one in December 2016. My reviews of other books by the author -----It All Falls Down - Nora Watts #2 - 2018 -----No Going Back - Nora Watts #3 - 2020 A short piece by Kamal for the upcoming Thrillerfest in NYC July, 2017 A wonderful piece on the origin of Nora Watts and Kamal’s decision to write her as a novel rather than a screenplay – for Powell’s - Rain and the Blues June 3, 2019 - The Daily Beast - Canada Calls Violence Against Indigenous Women ‘Genocide’ - by Julia Arciga ...more |
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It’s time to polish that special lamp gathering webs in the attic, put a fine edge on your bladed weaponry, remind yourself of ancient tribal insults
It’s time to polish that special lamp gathering webs in the attic, put a fine edge on your bladed weaponry, remind yourself of ancient tribal insults and outrages, dust off that list of wishes that is around here somewhere and vacuum your magic carpet. You are about to be transported. [image] “The Magic Carpet” (detail), 1880, by Apollinary Mikhaylovich Vasnetsov © State Art Museum, Nizhny Novgorod, Russia/Bridgeman Art Library Nahri, our Aladdin here, is a twenty-year-old thief and con artist, working marks in 18th Century French-occupied Cairo. She has a gift for discerning medical maladies and another for treating them. She is adept at languages and at parting the unwary from their money. When she is called in to help deal with a 12-year-old girl who is possessed, she rolls her eyes and opts to have a bit of fun trotting out an old spell that has never worked before. The difference here is that she tries it in a language she seems to have known forever, but which no one else has ever heard. Turns out the girl really was possessed, by a particularly nasty entity, and turns out that Nahri’s little experiment summoned a very scary djinn. In a flash, the evil possessor spirit and a large number of its dead minions are on her like decay on a corpse. Thankfully, the djinn is there to save the day, with extreme prejudice. Thus begins a beautiful friendship. [image] Image from deviantart.net The frustrated pursuers have made Cairo a no-go zone for Nahri, so she and the djinn, Dara (which is a small portion of his entire name) head for the place where people of his sort reside, the world capital of the magical races, Daevabad, the Brass City of the title. [image] From Bensozia - Illustration by Edmund Dulac for Stories from the Arabian Nights To call Dara a hottie would be a bit of an understatement. Handsome? For sure. Incredibly powerful? Fierce in battle? Be afraid, be very afraid. Able to leap tall minarets in a single flying carpet? You betcha. As if that were not enough, he is literally a creature of fire, and emits actual smoke. You never had a friend like him. Cairo may present imminent threats of death, but Daevabad is no prize either. Ancient tribal hatreds are kept at bay by a strong, and ruthless ruler. King Ghassan ibn Khader al Qahtani must contend not only with inter-tribal tensions, he must cope with a growing insurgency. (Think sundry Middle East rulers with tribally diverse populations.) There are many who feel that laws favoring purebloods are unjust, and want those of mixed Djinn-human blood, shafit, (think mudbloods) to be treated fairly. One of those happens to be the king’s number two son. Ali is a very devout young (18) man. As second in line, he is destined to help his older brother, Muntadhir, rule, as, basically, the head of security. He is extremely adept at sword-fighting and has gained a good reputation among the other student-warriors at the Citadel, a military training school (not in South Carolina) where he has been living and training for some years. Dad would not be pleased were he to learn that junior was giving money to an organization that purports to offer civilian-only aid to shafit, but is also rumored to be involved in a more military form of activity. (Think Hamas) [image]Revolutionary tensions are on the rise, palace intrigues as well, as trust is something one could only wish for. One key question is where Nahri really came from, who is she, really? It matters. And what happened to the ancient tribe that was chosen by Suleiman himself to rule, way back when. There are magic rings, flaming swords, strange beings of diverse sorts, plots, battles, large scale and small, plenty of awful ways to die, without that being done too graphically. And there is even a bit of interpersonal attraction. Did I mention Dara being smokin’? There is also some romantic tension between Nahri and Ali. Add in a nifty core bit of history centered on Suleiman. [image] One of the great strengths of City of Brass is the lode of historical knowledge the author brings to bear. It actually started not as a novel, but as sort of a passion project/exercise in world-building that I never intended to show a soul! I’m a big history buff and with The City of Brass I wanted to recreate some of the stunning worlds I’d read about while also exploring traditional beliefs about djinn. A bit contrary to Western lore, djinn are said to be intelligent beings similar to humans, created from smokeless fire and living unseen in our midst—a fascinating, albeit slightly frightening concept, this idea of creatures living silently among us, dispassionately watching the rise and fall of our various civilizations. - from the Twinning for Books interview [image] Zulfiqar - image from mere-vision.com Chakraborty, our Sheherezade here, fills us in on much of the history of how the djinn came to build their human-parallel world, offering not just what is, but how what is arose from what was. there’s a djinn version of Baghdad’s great library, filled with the ancient books humans have lost alongside powerful texts of magic; they battle with weapons from Achaemenid Persia (enhanced by fire of course); the medical traditions of famed scholars like Ibn Sina have been adapted to treat magical maladies; dancers conjure flowers while singing Mughal love songs; a court system based on the Zanzibar Sultanate deals justice to merchants who bewitch their competitors… not to mention a cityscape featuring everything from ziggurats and pyramids to minarets and stupas. - from the Twinning for Books interviewThere are a lot of names to remember, words to learn, tribes to keep straight, and allegiances to keep track of. I found myself wishing there was a list somewhere that helped keep it all straight, and “Poof!” there it appeared at the back of the book, a glossary, rich with useful information. It could have been a bit larger though. I would have liked for it to include a list of the djinn tribes, with information about each, their geographical bases, proclivities, languages, you know, stuff. The information can be found in the book itself, but it would have been nice to have had a handy short reference. [image] image from upstaged entertainment The City of Brass is both very smart and very entertaining. The richness of the world we see here gives added heft to a wonderful story. The world Chakraborty has created hums with humanity, well, whatever the djinn equivalent might be for humanity (djinnity?). You will smell the incense, want to keep a damp cloth at hand to wipe the dust and sand from your face, and a cool drink nearby to help with the heat. It probably wouldn’t hurt to post a lookout in case someone decides to try spiking your drink or inserting a long blade into your back. This is a wonderful, engaging, and fun read. It will not take you a thousand and one nights to read, but you might prefer that it did. The only wish you will need when you finish reading The City of Brass is for Volume 2 of this trilogy, The Kingdom of Copper, to appear, NOW!!! [image] Review first posted – July 28, 2017 Publication date – November 14, 2017 When you finish this one, you will definitely want to read the rest of the trilogy -----#2 - The Kingdom of Copper -----#3 - The Empire of Gold [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and Twitter pages Interview - Twinning For Books A link to a map with a key to the main places noted in the book The M Word: Muslin Americans Take the Mic - a panel discussion including Chakraboty and two other Islamic women writers – hosted by Hussein Rashid The City of Brass - from Arabian Nights, on Gutenberg November 9, 2017 - City of Brass is among the nominees for Amazon's book of the year - Science Fiction and Fantasy There was a traveling museum exhibit back in the 1980s, called, I believe, The Story of Suleyman. It included an amazing soundtrack by Brian Keane and Omar Faruk Tikbelik. Here are a few items from that. This music kept popping into my head as I read. -----Suleyman the Magnificent -----Saint Sophia -----A Call to Prayer ...more |
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| this is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.Rene Denfield’ this is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.Rene Denfield’s first novel, The Enchanted, was a dazzling look into a dark place. It showed that even under the bleakest circumstances life and hope can find a way to make the unbearable into a transcendent experience. No sophomore jinx here. Denfeld has done it again. There are similarities in core concept between The Child Finder and The Enchanted. Both deal with imprisonment, with imagination as a tool for psychological survival, for transporting oneself beyond one’s immediate chains. In The Enchanted The Lady represented death row inmates, looking for the truth in their cases, and ways to keep them from dying. In this story Naomi is The Child Finder, a freelance investigator with a passion and a gift for locating missing kids. Her motivation is pretty clear. She had been taken as a child herself. On a winter day in rural Oregon, five year old Madison Culver had vanished. Three years on, the authorities have abandoned hope. Having exhausted all other options the girl’s frantic parents call in Naomi. There is no such thing as a cold case for her. She finds a way, discovers the clue everyone else missed, considers things from a new perspective, haunts relevant locations. She is fearless, fierce, and coldly relentless. [image] Rene Denfeld - image from Gannett The narrative switches between Madison’s and Naomi’s point of view. Madison is held by a man known only as Mr B. We track the development of the relationship between Madison and Mr B. Watch as Madison’s will to survive digs in, as she moves on from victim to actor, from object to powerful player, using her native intelligence and keen observation to give herself at least a chance of surviving. The other tool she uses is her imagination. A favorite fairy tale becomes a mechanism by which she feels hope and a limited sense of freedom even while imprisoned. In talking about The Enchanted, Denfeld addressed a theme relevant to The Child Finder. I think the fantastical elements are important, as they show how the narrator copes with being in solitary confinement for so many years. He escapes through his imagination, including astonishing interpretations of his world. I've worked with men and women facing execution, and am often thunderstruck at how humans can persevere despite horrific circumstances. - from the GR Q/ANaomi follows clues in a procedural style, checking with this person, then that, noting oddities, poring through public records and old newspapers, her feel for a trail making some items stand out. She is shown working on another simultaneous case, and we learn of some of her past successes and failures. Naomi is beset by what she calls The Big Dream, a recurring nightmare that may hold clues to her past. Her investigative prowess has failed so far to let her find out who she really is. As always, after having the dream, she tried to uncover the truth. What part was reality and what part was fantasy? Are the stories we tell ourselves true or based on what we dream them to be?Naomi is a powerfully crafted character, a beautifully moving portrait of anguish, strength, and compassion. She recalls her own escape and subsequent upbringing with an amazingly warm foster mother. Her relationship with her foster brother, Jerome, is a core element here, and it sings. Her brief dealings with an older detective seemed far too brief. I hope that when Naomi returns in subsequent volumes we get to see more of him. As with The Enchanted, Denfeld makes use of her poetic sense, and sparkling command of language, to paint a grim world with great swaths of beauty. And there is considerable darkness here, but graphic unpleasantness is kept to a minimum. (I feel strongly against graphic violence that is vicarious, or exploitative. After working with so many victims, I feel sensitive to honoring how unspeakable crime can be. - from her GR Q/A) The emotional connections are beautifully written. There is a scene in which a very patient foster mother is finally allowed in by a damaged child. If your eyes don’t gush, it’s time to being to bring them in to your ophthalmologist. Something is not working right. As with her earlier work Denfeld offers an insightful look at the baddie, a nuanced portrait of a damaged person engaging in unspeakable behavior. This has particular resonance with the death row characters of The Enchanted, an interest not merely in extinguishing the darkness but in understanding how it came to be. We are also treated to some insight into psychological elements of surviving captivity. Denfeld knows a fair bit about such things, as her day job entails investigating on behalf of death row inmates. She is also a foster mother. In addition to offering keen observation of the world Naomi inhabits, (Naomi ate a large breakfast in the diner, where the waitress no longer called her hon, but nodded indifferently, like she was a local. ) The Child Finder offers a rich supply of supporting imagery, concept and insight. The sometimes necessarily porous line between the real and the imagined is considered. As is the virtue and value of patience, whether as a captive, a caregiver, or an investigator. Where does dreaming leave off and memory begin? There is a balance between seeking the lost and hiding out. The earth, the ground, serves as a worthy image here. In one case, an opening in the earth yields a cornucopia of inspirational stones, a sacred place, in another a dark pit fraught with peril. Naomi as a child and Madison are held in subterranean, cave-like places. Naming issues are considered as well. Madison thinks of herself as the Snow Girl from her favorite fairy tale. Her captor is only ever Mister B to her. Even Naomi does not know her real name. What it means to be human comes in for a look. Ironically, Mister B feels more human for having Madison with him than he had felt before. Madison subsumes her humanity at times under her alt-reality fairy-tale persona. The gripes here are few. There are some moments in which the sentiment expressed seem a bit Hallmarkian. (Her entire life she had been running from terrifying shadows she could no longer see—and in escape she ran straight into life.) There a few of these. In one moment of peril, a rescue seemed a bit deus ex machina for my taste. These small stumbles may keep The Child Finder from quite matching her previous work, but really, can you gripe at Herman Melville for not matching Moby Dick with his next effort? This is still an amazing book. The Child Finder is a beautifully written, gripping page turner, rich with psychological insight, emotional engagement, life-and-death peril, and a memorable cast of characters, rooted in a darkly atmospheric landscape. It is a book that is worth searching for, bringing home, and welcoming into your family. Review first Posted – 5/12/17 Publication -----Hardcover - 9/5/2017 -----Trade Paperback - 8/7/18 =============================EXTRA STUFF The author’s personal, Twitter, and Facebook pages Denfeld had more than her share of hard knocks growing up. You can get a sense from her essay, The Other Side of Loss, that she has suffered much of the pain and sorrow of which she writes. August 11, 2017 - NY Times - GR friend Andrea clued me in to this very moving piece by Denfeld on adopting her own kids, another form of the heroism that is her life - Four Castaways Make a Family Interviews – these relate mostly to Denfeld’s previous novel, The Enchanted, but are worth a look -----with Jane Eaton Hamilton -----Denfeld and author Stephanie Feldman talk with each other about genre - Writing to genre stinks: Two debut novelists on the hard line between fantasy and realism — and why it doesn’t make sense - on Salon.com -----Crimereads.com - Denfeld’s close call - MUST READ!!! - The Green River Killer and Me Other Denfeld books I have read and reviewed -----2019 - The Butterfly Girl (Naomi Cottle #2) -----2014 - The Enchanted November 9, 2017 - The Child Finder is among the nominees for Amazon's book of the year - Mysteries and Thrillers The Harper Book Queen included a look at this book in her TBR Tuesdays FB live broadcast from 8/7/18 - it begins at about 8:28 ...more |
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| ‘Sometimes I think I sold my soul, so that I could live as I must. Oh, I don’t mean without morals or conscience—I only mean with freedom to think ‘Sometimes I think I sold my soul, so that I could live as I must. Oh, I don’t mean without morals or conscience—I only mean with freedom to think the thoughts that come, to send them where I want them to go, not to let them run along tracks someone else set, leading only this way or that…’ Frowning, she ran her thumb along the serpent’s spine and said, ‘I’ve never said this before, not to anyone, though I’ve meant to: but yes I’ve sold my soul, though I’m afraid it didn’t fetch too high a price. I had a faith, the sort I think you might be born with, but I’ve seen what it does and I traded it in. It’s a sort of blindness, or a choice to be mad—to turn your back on everything new and wonderful—not to see that there’s no fewer miracles in the microscope than in the gospels!’The Essex Serpent is a magnificent work that uses the form of the Gothic novel to explore real-world and very human concerns. It may be set in the late 19th century, but it resonates with issues just as compelling as those of the 21st. Superstition and faith versus science and fact. The nature and limits of friendship, the moral limits of medicine. Sarah Perry has said, “What most interests me about the past is not its otherness but its sameness.” One manifestation is a concern with the housing horrors of the poor in 19th century London, being squeezed by landlords, and their residences being replaced by more posh lodgings. I wanted to portray a late nineteenth century which was in many respects ‘modern’, rather than a sort of Victoriana theme-park of pea-soupers and smelling-salts. By the 1890s you could travel by Tube and walk along an Embankment lit by electric lights, you could have a tooth pulled under anaesthesia, join a union, read the Times, buy frozen lamb shipped over from New Zealand, and so on. I suppose the obverse of saying 'they were rather like us' is to say 'and we are rather like them', and I do fear that we are regressing to a decidedly Victorian state when it comes to housing, and a tendency to think of those who live in poverty as in some way deserving it due to a lack of virtue rather than mere ill fortune.Cora Seaborne, lately and happily relieved of her unloving, but controlling husband, by virtue of a fatal illness, is no one’s idea of a damsel in distress. Quite the opposite. She has a passion for learning and exploration. 1893, in the final decade of Victoria’s reign, was an exciting time. The World Columbian Exhibition opened in Chicago. Wall Street suffered another stock crash. Women voted for the first time in a national election in New Zealand. Cora is eager to be a part of this new age of scientific growth. Shedding her London home, (At Euston Square and Paddington the Underground stations received their passengers, who poured in like so much raw material going down to be milled and processed and turned out of molds.) and indulging her growing interest in paleobiology, Cora, along with her on-the-spectrum son, Francis, and his nanny, Cora’s friend Martha, heads to Colchester, in Essex. (“They’re finding fossils on the coast…Cora will be happy as a schoolboy there, up to her knees in mud.”). [image] Strange News out of Essex - a woodwork from the 1669 pamphlet It is while on a random explore in the rain, and considering her oneness with nature, It struck her that everything under that white sky was made of the same substance—not quite animal, but not merely earth; where branches had sheared from their trunks they left bright wounds, and she would not have been surprised to see severed stumps of oak and elm pulse as she passed. Laughing, she imagined herself a part of it, and leaning against a trunk in earshot of a chattering thrush held up her arm, and wondered if she might see vivid green lichen stippling the skin between her fingers.that she first meets Pastor Will Ransome. It definitely counts as meet cute when they, neither knowing who the other is, team up to retrieve an animal that had gotten stuck in the considerable mud. The pastor and the naturalist will form a beautiful bond as they engage in a dialectic of faith, reason and respectful consideration, and sometimes hostile confrontation. The core of faith in tension with science is central. Rumors of a serpent have been making rounds, a return of a creature last reported in the 17th century. Many of the locals indulge in superstition as fear spreads. Will is determined to put an end to such notions, but the naturalist, Cora, is hoping it might be a remnant of what had been thought a lost species, a plesiosaur perhaps, bringing to her scientific approach a considerable store of faith in the possible. Perry plays these tensions like Itzhak Perlman on a Stradivarius. [image] Sarah Perry - from The Guardian The tension between faith and science is far from the only buzzing string here. The connection Cora and Will make leads to battles of both the expected and surprising sorts, and while the core of their words is beyond reproach, their growing affection for each other, excitement at intellectual challenge, but also excitement at the very presence of the other, makes for more than a bit of discomfort. While Cora is happily widowed, Pastor Will remains smitten with his beautiful, both in body and spirit, wife, Stella, a star who would sparkle in any firmament. Of course, lustrous though she may be, Stella is not exactly in the best of health. Can Cora and Will’s friendship sustain, or will it transform into something else? William Ransome and Cora Seaborne, stripped of code and convention, even of speech, stood with her strong hand in his; children of the earth and lost in wonder.As for that beastie, the notion for the story was a happy accident. It was Sarah Perry’s husband who told her, on a car journey through Essex, having spotted a sign to the village of Henham, about the legend of a serpent. Perry felt her scalp tighten, the better to grasp the idea and keep it safe inside her head – a feeling she has become used to when she thinks of something she knows will make a great book. “Immediately, I thought if that beast came back in the Victorian era, post-Darwin, when there was a trend for natural history and people were fossil-collecting, people would have a very different response from those in the 17th century, who had seen this beast.”- from The Guardian interviewThe structure of the core conflict came to Perry in a flash… between myth and superstition and faith and reason and science and all of those clashing over this one potential beast. But how best to orchestrate it? [image] Tom Hiddleston as Pastor Will Ransome, from the Apple TV+ series - image from IMDB The Gothic form offered a welcome approach. There are familiar elements, sometimes reimagined. The typical spooky castle finds an outlet in a more natural setting, a spot where civilization tapers off and the natural (or supernatural?) picks up, a marshland, abutting the Blackwater River, near an estuary, the fittingly named World’s End. Darkness abounds there, as do barely visible things and events that offer rich fodder for active imaginations. In the darkness he grows afraid. There’s something there, he feels it, biding its time—implacable, monstrous, born in water, always with an eye cocked in his direction… An atmosphere of mystery pervades. Just what the hell is going on? An ancient and obscure prophecy portends unpleasantness ahead. Well, folks thereabouts are persuaded that the promise of the serpent’s return was being fulfilled. Omens, portents, visions. So many. Supernatural or otherwise inexplicable events. Yep, and some pretty outstanding natural ones as well. High, even overwrought emotion. Fuh shoo-uh. Science-minded, free-at-last widow meets studly, passionate, intellectually curious cleric. And plenty of raised voices beside. But the high emotional level also extends to being dazzled by beauty. Women in distress. Well, not the usual sort. Stella is particularly unwell, but seems less stressed than enthralled by it. Cora is a modern woman, so no poor-weak-thing act being performed. There is plenty of the vocabulary of the gothic. For example, chapter one begins One o’clock on a dreary day… [image] Clair Danes as Cora in the Apple TV+ series - image from Voice Nation There is also the romantic element in the gothic approach. The Will-Cora connection has already been mentioned. There are a few other connections of this sort that are addressed. But the overwhelming connection throughout the book is of friendship, even if the lines between where friendship leaves off and another kind of relationship picks up can be a bit murky, and even if love is the beating heart of all sorts of friendships. What I absolutely didn’t want to do was to write a book about two people who madly fancy each other and at the end of the book they fall in love and they get married. That’s so tiresome and life is so much more rich and complex and complicated than that. I wanted to write about a relationship that is intimate and tender and exciting and even erotic but not a conventional ‘boy-meets-girl and they’re soulmates and they live happy ever after’ story.There are external elements throughout the book that buttress both nature and the sublime. Perry has the eye of a naturalist. She makes considerable and stunning use of this talent to breathe life into her landscapes. When the rain set in, she delved deeper between the trees, turning her face to the featureless sky. It was a uniform grey, without shifting of clouds or sudden blue breaks, and no sign at all of the sun: it was an unwritten sheet of paper, and against it the bare branches were black. It ought to have been dreary, but Cora saw only beauty—birches unfurled their strips of bark like lengths of white cloths, and under her feet wet leaves were slick. Everywhere bright moss had taken hold, in dense wads of green fur swaddling the trees at their foot, and fine pelts on broken branches that lay across the path.There are plenty more bits of this here. Stella adds a particularly ethereal appreciation for the color blue, both in its natural state and as manufactured. Blue, in fact, tints the novel for a considerable swath in a way that is both beautiful and alarming. Cora’s son, Francis, has an interest in the natural world as well, and offers some insights, although he lacks the experience to be able to interpret what he observes. There is a rich supply of secondary characters, some of whom receive starring role treatment. They serve to illuminate issues of the day. One is a doctor on the cutting edge of his profession, another a memorable local, who will mar your dreams with visions of unspeakable fence decorations and resident earwigs. Martha’s social activism highlights the housing issues in London, but also a sexual freedom that addresses the constraints of Victorian mores. Perry is not a satirist, but she does offer a particularly delicious line from one of her supporting cast, someone who dismisses notions of a returned monster: I’m quite religious, you know: no patience for the supernatural. As for gripes, blissfully few. The vanishing of one young lass lacked a persuasive rationale, I thought. There was one scene late in the book that I found a bit off-putting, but it would be too spoilerish to note it here. Neither of these imperiled for me the overall joy I experienced reading this book. For me the notion of the bliss of the beautiful that permeates TES can be summed up in a line from Cora. ’It was just the light,’ she said, ‘up to its old tricks. But how was my heart to know?’A wondrous read, satisfying to both heart and mind, The Essex Serpent is a spectacular achievement, a masterpiece by a gifted writer at the peak of her power. Review first posted – 3/24/17 Publication -----May 27, 2016 – the original hardcover, in the UK -----June 6, 2017 – by Custom House, in the USA -----April 24, 2018 - trade paper November 15, 2017 - The Essex Serpent is named one of the top fifty notable works of fiction of the year by The Washington Post November 22, 2017 - The Essex Serpent is named one of its 100 Notable Books of the year by The New York Times =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and Twitter pages. You should know that as of the date of this post, her personal site was still under construction. Interviews -----The Guardian - The Essex Serpent author Sarah Perry: ‘Kids at school found me strange. I didn’t mind’ - interview by Emine Saner -----FiveBooks.com - Sarah Perry recommends the best Gothic Fiction - Interview by Beatrice Wilford - December 1, 2016 -----Waterstones -The Book Perry Was Meant to Write - by Sally Campbell - December 10, 2016 -----The Guardian - Well, not really an interview, but a lovely piece by Perry on the making of the TV series - ‘When Claire Danes and Tom Hiddleston were cast I was in shock’: Sarah Perry on The Essex Serpent - a delight The Essex Serpent ------British Library - On the trail of the Essex Serpent - Perry describes her encounter with the original 1669 pamphlet that inspired the novel The Gothic Novel -----A fabulous lesson – This is where I got the list of Gothic novel characteristics I used for that part of the review - Elements of the Gothic Novel -----A wonderful video from Study.com - Gothic Novels: Characteristics & Examples - it is limited, though. One must be a subscriber to see it all. Still, worth a look. FWIW -----In classical mythology, Cora--or Kore-- was another name of Persephone, goddess of fertility and the underworld. – from nameberry.com ...more |
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| …he started out with his eyes firmly on the guiding star, his feet planted on the path, but that’s the thing about the life you walk—you start out poi …he started out with his eyes firmly on the guiding star, his feet planted on the path, but that’s the thing about the life you walk—you start out pointed true North, but you vary one degree off, it doesn’t matter for maybe one year, five years, but as the years stack up you’re just walking farther and farther away from where you started out to go, you don’t even know you’re lost until you’re so far from your original destination you can’t even see it anymore - Don Winslow Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown - Henry IV Part 2 – W. ShakespeareAfter eighteen years in the NYPD, Detective Sergeant Denny Malone has good cause for unease. The de facto king of Manhattan North has seen considerable upheaval in his kingdom. He may be, effectively, the head of this select unit, charged with going after gangs, drugs, and guns. “Da Force” may have unusually free rein to do as they see fit to accomplish their goals. But a turf war between competing providers of recreational pharmaceuticals is growing increasingly kinetic, with one of the combatants looking to purchase a considerable supply of death-dealing hardware. Not OK. The captain is pressing for a high-publicity bust. There is also the perennial political dance one must perform to keep the brass at One Police Plaza and the political suits from interfering with business as usual. Of course, what passes for business as usual might not look all that good splashed across the front pages of the local tabloids. [image] Don Winslow - image from Milanonera.com Bribery may be the grease that keeps the wheels of civilization turning, but it leaves a lot of cops with very dirty hands. Denny is no saint, and no Serpico. He may mean well for the community he is charged with protecting, but his methods often lack the soft gleam of legality. We first meet him as he arrives in federal lockup. The novel then goes back to show how he got there. Slippery slope stuff. See the greased wheels above. The street stays with you.Lines are crossed here with the frequency of runners reaching the end of the NYC marathon. Early on, Denny and his crew take out a major distributor, whack the principal, and skim off a significant portion of the captured product, a bit of an extra retirement fund. Some people are a tad upset by this. It’s not exactly much of a secret, though, and there are those who would like to see Denny being saluted by the entire force in Dress Blues and white gloves while someone plays Taps. One of the great powers of this novel is the perspective offered on diverse forms of human behavior. Is Denny a brute for roughing up a guy who beat up a kid? Definitely outside the law, but are his actions effective? Denny really does care about the people in his kingdom. He cuts slack when possible, and brutalizes when it is called for. But the law seems a lot more of a recommendation than an absolute. Winslow offers a close up look at a dark element of police culture. How does being on the take work? Who gets what? How is money distributed? Who is it ok to accept bribes from? What is allowed that would otherwise be justiceable? And why do the cops here consider it ok? He offers as well a moving look at the human relationships that make up police life, the code of honor, the power of partnership, the requirement that all members of the team partake of the ill-gotten, if only as a means of self-protection, the wives who turn a blind eye to where that extra cash may have originated, and what their breadwinner may be up to when the crew parties hard, up to a point anyway. The interaction between the police and people in their area is rich with real affection, as well as the expected cynicism. Some of these scenes are stunningly moving, tissue worthy. How about the relationship between cops and the local criminal element? You might be reminded of those cartoons in which Bugs Bunny and Wile E. Coyote punch a time clock, go at it, then clock out at the end of the day, friends. The cops and criminals often seem cut from the same cloth, although the baddest of the bad guys are certainly much worse than the worst of the cops. And the bullets really kill. Winslow does not spare the one-percent, either, in his look at layers of amorality. Don Winslow is a seasoned writer at the pinnacle of his craft. Malone drives past the Wahi diner and the mural of a raven on 155th. Past the church of the Intercession, but it’s too late for Intercession, past Trinity Cemetery and the Apollo Pharmacy, the Big Brother Barber shop, Hamilton Fruits and Vegetables and all the small gods of place, the personal shrines, the markers of his life on these streets that he loves like a husband loves a cheating wife, a father loves a wayward son.There are wonderful nuggets of law enforcement intel in here. Like the notion of testilying. Or what is considered proper attire for a day on the stand. How about special celebratory nights for a crew? The upside of EMTs not taking a Hippocratic oath. Rules for note-taking on the job. How 9/11 saved the mob. Planning your crimes so they cross as many precinct boundaries as possible, increasing the likelihood that a paperwork snafu will botch a prosecution. On tribes within the force. Winslow has a Damon Runyon-esque ear for character names. My favorites were a CI named Nasty Ass, and another the cops call Oh No, Henry, and a linguist’s appreciation for the local patois. Or maybe that would be another well-known teller of tales. (I think Dickens is one of the progenitors of noir fiction, writing as he did about the criminal underclass.) He peppers the novel with delicious small side-stories. Tales told in a bar by guys who have been spinning yarns for a lifetime. They give us occasional breathers from the breakneck pace. He takes on topics that will resonate, from Blue on Black violence, and the resulting reactions, to how the jails are functioning as de facto mental hospitals and detox centers. From a consideration of God and the Church (Denny is not a fan) to the impact of the job on people’s lives. Denny recalls his father. He was a cop on these streets, coming home in the morning after a graveyard shift with murder in his eyes, death in his nose and an icicle in his heart that never melted and eventually killed him. From how cops cope with the daily horrors to how the crime numbers are cooked to support whatever preconceived outcome was desired. On the Iron Pipeline, the route on which legal guns from Texas, Arizona, Alabama and the Carolinas become illegal guns in NYC. The politics of police tactics and voting. The hatred and respect the cops have for the best defense lawyers. Their relationship with reporters. You trust a reporter like you trust a dog. You got a bone in your hand, you’re feeding him, you’re good. Your hand’s empty, don’t turn your back. You either feed the media or it eats you. Denny may be dirty, but you will be dashing along with him and hoping for the best. Maybe this whole situation can be fixed. He is a rich, multi-faceted character, and you will most definitely care what happens to him. Think Popeye (Gene Hackman) of The French Connection, or Lieutenant Matt Wozniak (Ray Liotta) on the wonderful TV show Shades of Blue. You might want to secure your seat belt and make sure that your Kevlar is all where it is supposed to be. This is a non-stop, rock’em, sock’em high-speed chase of a novel, a dizzying dash through an underworld of cops, criminals, and those caught in the middle, screeching stops, and doubling backs, hard lefts, harder rights, and Saturn V level acceleration. Once you catch your breath after finishing the final pages I expect you’ll find yourself realizing just what a treat it has been. The Force is not just a great cop book, it is a great book, period, a Shakespearean tragedy of high ideals brought low, with one of the great cop characters of all time. The Force is an instant classic. Review first posted – February 24, 2017 Publication dates -----June 20, 2017 - hardcover -----March 13, 2018 - Trade paper =============================EXTRA STUFF Don Winslow has written many books. Some have been made into films. I have read none of them, so can offer no real insight into what carried forward from his prior work, or where new notions or techniques may have come into play. I read this totally as a stand-alone. Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages This page has many links to related interviews and materials An article by Winslow in Esquire - EL CHAPO AND THE SECRET HISTORY OF THE HEROIN CRISIS Interviews ----- Litsack -----Hi. My name is Don Winslow, and I'm a writing addict - by John Wilkins for the San Diego Union Tribune -----June 29, 2017 - NY Times - Don Winslow: By the Book ...more |
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| The little town of Sycamore struck her as something out of a fairy tale in its smallness, in its cluster of businesses along Main Street, its small The little town of Sycamore struck her as something out of a fairy tale in its smallness, in its cluster of businesses along Main Street, its small college on one side, her new high school on the other. Though it seemed to emit a gentle sigh, a sleepy breath, she thought not of sweetness but of Frankenstein: “By the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.”The girl, missing since 1991, has been found, well, her bones anyway. Her vanishing and the subsequent impact on friends, family, and the community is the core of Bryn Chancellor’s brilliant first novel, Sycamore. Reminiscent of Olive Kitteridge, Sycamore paints a portrait of a place, looks at the people who make up the town, and leads us through the mystery of what happened when seventeen-year-old Jess Winters went missing. The narrative skips back and forth between the now of 2009 and the then of 1991, when Jess vanished. [image] Bryn Chancellor - from her site - photo by Rick Wiley Jessica and her mother, Maud, late from the departure of Mister Winters for younger climes, arrive in town looking to begin again, well Maud mostly, as Jess has not really had her first shot at life yet. Laura Drennan, on her own again, also late of a failed union, has taken a gig teaching at the local college. As Laura watched the Padres lose to the Giants again and picked at the dirt under her fingernails, it dawned on her that she and her parents were on a parallel path. All starting over. Except, of course, her parents’ do-over was part of a long-held plan—their fortieth anniversary was in two months. Hers was an attempt at an entire split from the past. Burn the whole fucking thing down and see if she could rise from the ashes.But Sycamore is not just a haven for the begin-agains, a Do-Over-stan spa in the desert, drawing the damaged. There are locals, generations deep, coping with their own dreams and disappointments, not necessarily in that order. Iris Overton, owner of Overton Orchards, is coping with the recent passing of her husband. Stevie Prentiss is helping run the family business instead of taking the art scholarship she so deserved, thanks to the passing of her father. Adam Newell, son of a famous artist mother, never quite had her talent, and is making a living selling real-estate instead of continuing what everyone had expected would be his family business, creating works for display at major museums, and coming up first on google searches. Esther Genoways is a caring, inspirational teacher, who finds herself alone again after her bff, a gay man, has moved west to marry a man he’d met on-line. The place could probably support an AA equivalent. I can relate, or at least I could once. “Hi. My name’s Will, and I’m starting over.” “Hi, Will.” If this is beginning to sound like a lonely hearts club, I apologize. Sycamore is so much more than that. I mean, would you take a pass on, say Anna Karenina, because it’s too sad? Speaking of Tolstoy, he famously wrote, in that very book, “All happy families are alike: each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.“ There is diversity in how the people of Sycamore face their challenges. Really, I mean if you want to read about happy families, dig up your copy of Little Women. Nothing against things working out, but harder, more challenged personal relationships seem to make the literary fires burn brighter than the softer glow of it’s all gonna be ok. Needless to say it is not all gonna be ok in Sycamore. I mean Winters isn’t coming back. Those are her bones, aren’t they? Bryn Chancellor sees the larger world in the small …stories always come to me first through that seemingly small scope of the everyday. There’s an assumption, even in the language itself—ordinary vs. extraordinary—that the ordinary doesn’t have the spark, that the value lies beyond, in the extra. I like to complicate that. I don’t always know that I will find something extraordinary in the ordinary, but I always believe it’s there.This finds its way into the story in a gripping Humanities class scene. Ms. G showed slides of the work, pausing on a painting called The Floor Planers, which showed three shirtless men on their knees scraping a wooden floor. This was scandalous, Ms. G said, not because they were shirtless but because they were workers. The Salon did not value depictions of ordinary life, working life. In their view this was not the subject of art. “But look at that light,” Ms. G said, and she touched the screen, tracing the shine on the floors, and on the men’s muscled backs. “Shivers!” she said, holding up her arm, and Jess got them, too. “The beautiful in the ordinary,” Ms. G said, and Jess wrote it down.The small is in the status of her characters, regular folks, for the most part, and, beautifully, in her depiction of the landscape. I grew up in northern Arizona, in a small town turned famous town: Sedona. There, with no transit save for the tourist trolley and parents who worked full time, I walked everywhere. To and from the school bus stop… walked at a slow, rock-kicking pace, cursing people for not giving me rides…I learned that I had to flee this beautiful place, my home, before it swallowed me whole. - from the story prize blogspot interviewChancellor may have fled her hometown, but her characters report on it’s harsh, majestic beauty. There are places like the erstwhile lake that vanished into a sinkhole one day, and seems eager to drag a bit more of the world, living and not, into its maw, (and, given the quote above, it would not seem too much a stretch to see the sinkhole that ate She’d stood on a balcony naked and watched the sunrise while her new husband slept. Watching the shimmering expanse of the Gulf, she’d thought, There’s the whole wide world, and she stretched to her tiptoes, reaching for it.But have a care when you reach for the world. You never know what might reach back. There is much here about home, where it is, seeking it, finding it, making it. She walked in a land of strangers instead of in the land of her parents, her older brother and nephews, her colleagues and friends. her husband of eleven years. She walked in her alien landscape, in her ridiculous visor, and she told herself: Buck up, Drennan, you chicken shit. This ain’t summer camp.There was one particular reference in the book that blew me away, a few lines in the humanities class, from a poem by Edna St Vincent Milay. The poignancy is gut-wrenching, suspecting what we suspect, knowing what we know. And not just for it’s significance for a seventeen year old on the cusp of becoming. Maybe even more, it reaches my wrinkled soul, inserts claws and begins to shake. But the rain is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply. I have included the poem in it’s entirety in Extra Stuff, so you can see for yourself. Chancellor takes some chances with form, switching about from first to third person, and things like one chapter that consists of a letter from a father to his daughter, and another that offers one side of a conversation in a shop. I thought these were fun additions. The tale is told from diverse perspectives, each tale filling in pieces of others. It seems clear that the author is very comfortable with the short story format, has even won awards for her SS writing. In the way that Louise Erdrich, in The Plague of Doves, or Jennifer Haigh in Baker Towers weave together the lives of a community to tell a whole story, Chancellor has accomplished the same feat here, using the disappearance of a teen-age girl as a central pillar around which to construct the rest. Gripes. Parental/spousal abandonment, whether through divorce, death, or greener pastures, certainly permeates this novel, maybe a bit too much. It is the desert, after all, and one should be careful about dipping that bucket into the same well too many times. Chancellor might have diversified the forms of absence with, say, a prison sentence, or an early onset dementia, a prolonged military service, being held captive by aliens, (I mean, it is the southwest), something. I am not sure all will agree about the effectiveness of the alternate story-telling modes that are employed. I liked them, though. The author said, in the story prize interview, when asked what draws her in in a book I’m most drawn to works that have deeply complex, original characters in whom I’m absolutely invested. My mantra is “Come on, break my heart.” I want to feel something at the end, to go through the fire. If I’m weeping at 3 a.m. when I finally close the cover, success!She succeeds in generating that impact here. Have those hankies ready. Don’t finish this book in a public place unless you enjoy having strangers come over to ask if you are ok. This book will pull you in and keep you there until the course has been run, and you can look up once more. This desert landscape tale will leave clearly marked trails on your cheeks where salty water flowed. Chancellor’s first novel is heartfelt and powerful, human and universal. One can only hope that where Sycamore has now been planted, in the years ahead, a mighty forest of such beautiful novels will grow. Review First Posted - January 27, 2017 Publication -----hardcover - May 9, 2017 -----Trade Paperback - January 30, 2018 [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, and Twitter pages. She has sworn off FB for now as an impediment to actual writing. Interviews are from when she published her story collection ——Heavy Feather Review - Stealing Breath: An Interview with Bryn Chancellor - by Erin Flanagan ——From TSP, The official blog of The Story Prize - Bryn Chancellor and the Girl on the Wall - by Larry Dark “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why” BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. OK, pass the tissues. Geez! ...more |
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| Arriving in a Roaring Twenty Arriving in a Roaring Twenty On New Year’s Eve 1984, 84 year old Lillian Boxfish sets out from her Murray Hill apartment on a considerable walk. In stopping at various Manhattan spots over the course of the night, she encounters prompts to memory that span her lifetime, and a major chunk of the 20th century. Lillian Boxfish, the character, is based on a real person, Margaret Fishback, whose career and life paths Lillian mimics. Like Margaret, Lillian hails from Washington DC, arriving in 1900, came to NYC in her 20s, and became one of the premier ad writers in the country. She penned several books of verse that earned her a reputation beyond her ad work. The poems that Kathleen Rooney uses in the book as Boxfish’s are Fishback’s. She presented a somewhat cynical view of romance, and had to eat a bit of crow when she succumbed to love and marriage in her 30s, taking it so far as to having a child. [image] Margaret Fishback - from the Poetry Foundation In portraying Lillian’s life, Rooney shows us markers for the times. In her earliest memories we see, for example, a coal-powered railroad advertising the cleanliness of their service. Those who cynically refer to “clean coal” today would have been right home in the 19-aughts. In fact the book opens with what seems a fairy tale tone,“There once was a girl named Phoebe Snow,” the pristinely appealing character in the railroad’s ad campaign. Lillian will follow Phoebe not just on the road of anthracite but in her fondness for rhyming sales pitches. A nurse aunt brings mention of the Triangle Shirtwaist fire, and the Spanish flu pandemic. Other notable notes include the jazz age, the lindy-hop, break-dancing, WW II, rap, the subway vigilante, fear of crime in the city, automats, the Depression ( When I first came to the city, a line of people often helped me discover an exciting premiere or a big sale; in 1931, such a queue more often ended at soup kitchens or collapsing banks.), construction of Battery Park City, loft-living by artists, AIDS, the changing looks and uses of city infrastructure, and plenty more. The rights of women are given considerable attention. Lillian fights for equal pay at Macy’s. Pregnancy is a termination-level offense. Her publisher pushes her to take a more upbeat tone, but Lillian is no shrinking violet. Of course, a look over any time period will not hold anyone’s interest if the guide on that tour is not engaging. Not to worry. Lillian is as hearty a traveling companion as you could want, although she does suffer from some well earned blues from time to time. She is bright, witty and charming, a character we can relate to, even if we may differ from her in this view or that. [image] Kathleen Rooney - from Entropymag.org I adored Lillian maybe a bit more than most for our shared love of the city. While I may have started my NYC life a fair bit later than she did, I have seen it over a lifetime, and my attachment is as strong as hers. I was here, and remember well many of the events she notes. The form of a person traversing a physical space as a structure for recalling a life is not a new one. Serial flashbacks are common enough. But it is done particularly well here. Lillian the younger is hardly the same as Lillian the elder, yet the core voices work well. In fact, one of the great strengths of the novel is that Rooney has made Lillian, from young woman to eighty-something, entirely credible. And her latter day walkabout is rich with a sense of diverse elements of the city, interesting characters who serve to illuminate the New York City of 1984, the fading institutions, and some new trends. Lillian Boxfish is a marvelous, entertaining and moving read. I suppose you could walk to your nearest book emporium to pick up a copy. But if your legs are up to it, I would run. Review first posted – January 13, 2017 Publication – January 17, 2017 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, and FB pages This is her second novel A wiki on Margaret Fishback , who was born in DC in 1900 and died in Maine in 1985. Kathleen Rooney wrote this profile of Fishback in the Poetry Foundation site My favorite small poem of Fishback’s, (from what little I have seen), appears in the book. When life seems gray...more |
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| They are so dark that pupil and iris are virtually indistinguishable, fringed by long lashes that might make them pretty until you take a closer lo They are so dark that pupil and iris are virtually indistinguishable, fringed by long lashes that might make them pretty until you take a closer look, and then you will see that they absorb all the light around them and refuse to budge an inch. When looking into them, if you ever do, you will suddenly remember appointments that you should be making and previous engagements that you’ve forgotten to put on your calendar.Nora Watts may be living in the basement of her employers’ building. She may have substance issues and been to rehab a time or three. She may not be beautiful, well dressed, or well to do, but she has a gift. Those intimidating deep-pool eyes of hers can see a part of the spectrum that is dark to the rest of us too much of the time. She sees the dark shade of dishonesty. Nora Watts is a lie-detector extraordinaire. This gift comes in handy working for a PI and a freelance journalist. And as there is never a shortage of bullshit to be detected, Nora has plenty to do. Of course everything she does is not necessarily part of her paid gig. A desperate couple gets in touch. The police have been useless in tracking down their MIA teenage daughter. But Nora may be the perfect person from whom to seek assistance. The missing teen, Bronwyn, aka Bonnie, has eyes exactly like Nora’s. She is, in fact, the child Nora gave away at birth. There is a parallel investigation she undertakes, this one on the books. Tracking down a witness to a gang murder. This bit is given reasonable attention, but is definitely secondary to the search for her missing spawn. [image] Sheena Kamal - from her FB pages Sheena Kamal is an activist and an actress in addition to being a writer. She worked in Toronto on homelessness, which clearly informs her work here. She later worked researching crime and investigative journalism for film and TV. About two years ago, I was working as a TV researcher for a crime drama series when an idea began to form for a project of my own. A dark, psychological suspense novel. I’d never written a novel before, but the idea wouldn’t let go and I found myself at a crossroads. In a moment of righteous conviction, I took the least logical path available. I quit my job and moved across the country to Vancouver, because this is where my story would be set. I had no employment prospects on the West Coast, no money, no friends, nothing but the drive to write. For the next year, I took day work in the film and television industry to make ends meet, ate out of cans, pocketed food from set. One week I had nowhere else to go so I lived in a tent. I’m told some people do this for fun. I am not one of them. - from the Thrillerfest interviewNora Watts is an amazing character. I have seen her compared to Lisbeth Salander, and that seems a reasonable comparison. Unlike her Swedish predecessor she is not a computer whiz. But like her dragon-y counterpart, Nora has had a less than lovely past. It includes a missing mom, dead father, a slew of foster homes, and worse. The trials of her experience have given her a caustic view of the world, a thick skin, but it is all there to protect that very vulnerable central core. Maybe one of the self-protection mechanisms at play is a hole in her memory from a traumatic event she had endured many years before. Every good fictional investigator has to be able to demonstrate detection licks. I quite enjoyed Nora’s Sherlockian penchant for observing small detail. I can tell that the coffee here is terrible, but the muffins are not too bad. People exiting with takeout cups in their hands peel back the lid, gulp, and then grimace. Those with muffins never bat an eye. They shrug and move on, seeing the muffins as money well spent.Nora tracks the crumbs to the crimes, encountering the necessary batterings, misdirections and betrayals that so often line that path. Seeing when people are lying offers one a bit of a light in the woods, but one still has to traverse the forest and cope with its sometimes hostile fauna. Speaking of flora and fauna, one of the prime ingredients in any good mystery is a sense of place. Salander’s Sweden is a recent example. The more classic sorts would include Philip Marlowe in LA, Sam Spade in San Francisco, that Holmes guy in London, and far too many more to list them all. The place here is Vancouver, including Vancouver Island. You will feel the wet, the gray, and the cold while reading, so you might want to keep a throw and a warm cup of what works at hand. Kamal takes us from a look at the city’s meaner streets to both the beauty of and horror that can be made of nature’s gifts. One of the great strengths of The Lost Ones is Kamal’s stable of supporting characters. Brazuca is a forty-something former sponsor who summons an image of Jeffrey Dean Morgan. There is a contact who runs a tech company, but also performs in drag. Nora’s employers, a very gay PI and an erstwhile foreign affairs reporter gone stand-alone are mostly in the background here, but I could see them growing in significance in future volumes. Nora’s sister, Lorelei, is a real piece of work. There is a Bond-villain dragon lady and plenty of Agent Smith sorts to keep Nora running, jumping and driving far too fast. Best of all is a real bitch, no, really. Of course she is amazingly loyal, and brightens up the page whenever she trots across the text. She and Nora did not meet in the usual way. Responding to noise outside the office where she lives At first I thought it was a manifestation of my hangover, but after an hour of huddling in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, I got angry. Okay, that’s not true. I got paranoid, drank a beer to calm my nerves, and then got angry. When I went out, steel pipe in hand, I found a huge ball of matted furs sniffing distastefully at a carton of spoiled chow mein I had put in the garbage the night before. The ball of fur looked at me with baleful eyes, but made no move to beat a hasty exit when I tried to shoo her away. I’ve called her Whisper ever since.Not to be too cute, Whisper has issues as well, as you will learn. Still, though, an Asta-level pooch adds a bright element to a dark tale. I had a couple of issues with The Lost Ones. The major one was that Nora gained access to locations she was checking into via being mistaken for an expected, but not familiar worker. Once, fine. Twice is pushing it. There is an event that occurs late in the book (not gonna say) that had a scent of deus ex machina. A subsequent explanation made sense, but the foundation behind that needed to have been laid a bit more clearly earlier in the book. Kamal is not just concerned with telling a gripping story, which she has done. She is also interested in looking at some issues that are significant in Canada. Race is one. Nora comes from mixed race heritage, her father having been Native American. She reports on attempts by the European conquerors to erase Native cultures and notes, bitterly, differences in treatment based on skin color. I could get into my complicated parentage. I could point out to him that my dubious genes are at least part indigenous from my father’s side and part something I don’t even know from my mother‘s. Because she left when I was a child and I don’t know a thing about her, not even where she came from. What I do know is that I look somewhat like my father, and girls who look like me are more likely to go missing, and less likely to have their disappearances investigated.The beauty of the land comes in for some appreciation, particularly when it looks likely to be spoiled by thoughtless development. As does consideration of the devaluation of investigative reporting. With The Lost Ones, Sheena Kamal has hit the ground running so hard there must be team of corporate goons chasing her. Nora Watts lights up the page with her humanity, as well as her courage, her vulnerability as well as her determination. She is a damaged hero worth admiring. The treatment of place in this suspense novel is top notch, giving readers a look at BC that is probably not in the tourism brochures, and a look at Canada that is about more than single-payer-envy and welcoming Syrian refugees. You will rip through these pages, engaged and maybe panting, maybe staving off a bit of whiplash from the twists, accelerations and sudden downshifts. The most likely question you will have on finishing this book is, “When is the next one coming out?” (a trilogy is planned) You won’t have to dig deep, travel far or risk life and limb to find The Lost Ones. But whatever effort you expend will be repaid many times over. Look up, there to the north a bit. Yeah, there. See it? A star is born. Review first Posted – 12/23/2016 Publication -----hardcover - July 25, 2017 -----trade paperback - June 26, 2018 [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram, and FB pages My reviews of other books by the author -----It All Falls Down - Nora Watts #2 - 2018 -----No Going Back - Nora Watts #3 - 2020 PS – the title for the UK version is Eyes Like Mine A short piece by Kamal for the upcoming Thrillerfest in NYC July, 2017 February 7, 2019 - Why Are So Many Native American Women Abused, Missing and Murdered? - by Elayne Clift - the article appeared in Daily Kos June 3, 2019 - The Daily Beast - Canada Calls Violence Against Indigenous Women ‘Genocide’ - by Julia Arciga November 14, 2019 - Literary Hub - When Will We Pay Attention to Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women? - by Jessica McDiarmid ...more |
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| Suddenly she saw everything in its harsh, naked state. She felt the pulse of the lives lived inside the mean little house she passed: selfish or g Suddenly she saw everything in its harsh, naked state. She felt the pulse of the lives lived inside the mean little house she passed: selfish or generous, kind or unkind, ugly or tolerable, almost all of them sad. And she saw the histories of the people passing by like x-rays stamped on their faces—ugly, mutinous tracings of dark and light: a woman who had ratted out a neighbor, a man who had shot children, a soldier who had held his dying friend in his arms. Yet here they were, carrying groceries, holding children’s hands, tuning their collars up against the wind. As if their moments of truth—the decisions by which they would be judged and would judge themselves—hadn’t already come and passed. What a sham this new German present was! An irrelevant time—a mad scramble to cast votes after the verdict had already been reached.What did you know and when did you know it? And just as importantly, what did you do once you knew? We have seen umpteen films about World War II, read a gazillion books. But for most of us, certainly in the English-speaking world, what we have seen and read is almost always from the perspective of the victor. The Women in the Castle begins during the war, but is mostly about the post-war period, for Germans, particularly the three women of the title. It is a new, fascinating perspective that offers great insight into a subject that has received too little literary attention. It is moving, perceptive, engaging and thought-provoking. [image]We are introduced to two of the three central women in 1938. Burg Lingenfels is an old castle, in poor repair. The Bohemian countess whose digs it is hosts salons for a select set. This group is none too happy with the turn being taken in the nation. A handful decide to form a resistance. One of the plotters is Connie Flederman, a charming gentleman, officer in the Abwehr, and bff of Marianne von Lingelfels, niece-in-law of the countess, and actual hostess of the party. She and Connie had been best buds since childhood, and she had expected that they would be together forever, so it had come as a huge shock when he married some sweet young fraulein, Benita Gruber. Marianne married her college professor, Albrecht, one of the plotters. Marianne's promise to the men that the women will support them drives her to help those women later. The activities of the resisters are not covered in detail, but function to bring the women together. Marianne is central, the organizer. Named by the conspirators commander of wives and children, to see to the care of the widows and children of the resistors should the worst happen, and charged in particular by Connie to take care of Benita and their son, Martin, Marianne takes her pledge very, very seriously. The women are gathered at the castle of the book's title. She uses her connections to track down Benita and Martin after the war. An American occupation officer finds the third woman, Ania Grabanek, from a list of women Marianne had given him. Ania had not known Marianne prior to the American finding her, but she and her children are brought in nonetheless. [image] From the 1948 Roberto Rossellini film Germany Year Zero - from Indiewire.com Through the interweaving of the women’s stories we get a look at post-War Germany. We even get a taste of post-WW I Germany in the recollections of one of the women. As widows of men who had opposed Hitler, they are in a better position with the occupation forces than many, but there is plenty of hardship to go around. And, as opponents of Hitler, some paid a price before the war ended. Aspects of war-time are related in retrospect, including things like having to be particularly tight-lipped around anyone not known to be part of the resistance. We see a perspective from people who were influenced by Nazi fantasies of a bright future, but on seeing enough of what was really going on, bailed. In one chilling scene a woman picks up goods from a reassignment store, slowly realizing whose goods had been reassigned. Orphaned children were given new last names if their own names were deemed insufficiently Germanic. A prolonged period of deprivation impacts children’s development. There were plenty of challenges in the immediate post-war period. Women were imprisoned by some occupation forces as sexual slaves. People newly released from German camps were wandering the areas nearby desperate for food, and willing to do whatever was necessary to get some. The locals were required to watch documentary films showing the horrors of the concentration camps. The sorts who then refused to believe what was shown echoes alarmingly today as truth continues to make little impact on closed minds. As with most wars, the supply of men is much reduced, making it a challenge for many women to find suitable mates. And even among the survivors the scars of war can make emotional intimacy problematic. There is also considerable guilt to deal with. And how is one to cope with a de-Nazification program that leaves so many known Nazis in positions of power? And later, coping with the challenges of a new world, resenting those who have never suffered. Unlike her half-brothers, Mary had grown up without typhoid and diphtheria and rape. She had not been pressed into overcrowded trains and transport vehicles and fetid, swarming, waterless DP camps full of war-hardened souls. She had always had school, and clothing, and medicine, and a roof over her head. And most of all she had never had to lie.There is considerable guilt to deal with. And sometimes it might be better not to know. All a question gets is an answer, and in her experience you don’t always want those. As a gardener, she knows that if you turn over a rock, you will find some worms and potato bugs. Sometimes even a snake. And as a German, she knows that if you start poking through a shoebox of photographs, you’ll find Nazi uniforms and swastikas and children with their arms raised in Heil Hitler salutes.There are also uplifting moments of beauty and hope. A struggling mother finding warmth and joy in camaraderie with others in the same boat. A Christmas celebration in a town summons the realization that music is essential to the human soul. Families reunite. [image] Allied posters in 1945 Germany (These atrocities: Your fault!”) promoted collective guilt There is much story-telling talent here, with a minimum of flashiness. Cows are parted from their calves. A damaged crow stands in for a harsh disappointment. There is some chronological back and forth as each of the women recall their past. There is the occasional flash forward that lets us know where this one or that one winds up. The action begins in 1938 with the plot, stays mostly with the immediate post-war period, then jumps ahead to 1991 to finish. I was not smitten with the jump to the near-contemporary. And was not persuaded that the care given to a particular grave over a long period of time would have taken place. It is a delicate balancing act, engaging us in the stories of the three women while also showing what Germany was like in the years after the war. Although the women definitely gain our interest and sympathy, I felt distant from them at times. Maybe that is what the author intends. They are flawed, and very human. They are damaged, and some have inflicted damage as well. The Women in the Castle is a remarkable portrait of a beaten nation coping with its defeat. It offers insight into what the survivors of the war in Germany faced, how they coped, and sometimes failed. While there are moments of horror here, the book is more one of very human beings attempting to move on with life, even to build new lives, with and despite one another, during a very trying time. Physical survival is paramount, of course, but they also struggle with trying to gain or sustain emotional and moral lives, battles with huge stakes. How the relationships of the three women form, grow, and change is both heart-warming and heart-breaking. They function as much more than stand-ins for German guilt. You will not only find an emotional journey here, but will see a piece of history from a different and illuminating perspective. You will not need a Marshall Plan to help you through this. The Women in the Castle is a very satisfying, unusual, and worthwhile read all on its own. Review first posted – October 28, 2016 Publication dates ----------April 4, 2017 - hardcover ----------January 2, 2018 - trade paperback [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and FB pages March 24, 2017 - NY Times - Shattuck writes of a painful part of her history - I Loved My Grandmother. But She Was a Nazi. Other books by Jessica Shattuck -----A Perfect Life - 2010 -----The Hazards of Good Breeding - 2004 A nifty list of indie Post-War films ...more |
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