|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
my rating |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
![]() |
|
|
||||||
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
164009606X
| 9781640096066
| 164009606X
| 3.35
| 553
| Jan 09, 2024
| Jan 09, 2024
|
liked it
| Falling into friendship, with Edith was also, for Lacey, inextricable, with falling in love with the northern summer. Never had she woken to birds Falling into friendship, with Edith was also, for Lacey, inextricable, with falling in love with the northern summer. Never had she woken to birdsong, or plunged headfirst into cool water on a blazing day, or listened to the whispers of the oaks as a thunderstorm, swept in. Never had the sun felt so warm and golden, or rain soaked her so completely. The shrill of crickets, alarming at first, began to soothe her to sleep at night. A toad hunched by a log was so intensely ugly she cried out in shock, while a fox, slipping through the pines, looked like the tip of a paintbrush dipped in orange. Her hands and legs became tan and useful. She could tie three kinds of sailor knots, and she could kick her way up a river current. Her face in the spotty cabin mirror was freckled, it also looked rounder and full. She was gaining weight back, and when one night Edith observed, “You’re not coughing anymore,” Lacey realized it was true."When the stranger returned to the city..." are the opening words of Goldenseal, or could be of a fun Western. The description that follows is pure delight, set in 1990 Los Angeles, as Maria Hummel shows off her poet's gift for description. In The Rumpus interview she talks about having to tone that element down to spend more focus on moving the story forward. A loss for the likes of me. Edith Holle left Lacey, and Los Angeles forty-four years ago. She is back now on a mission known only to herself. I was interested in creating a novel that had an allegorical Western feel. The stranger comes back to this city for the first time in forty-four years; “the stranger comes to town.” That’s the beginning of the classic Western, and Westerns play an important role throughout the story, as both subject and backdrop, especially in regard to gender. Because in the classic Western, the “stranger” is male, right? But here, it’s Edith, an old woman in a wrinkled skirt and sneaker boots. - from The Rumpus interviewIn addition to the western genre references, there is a mystery afoot here, well, a few. What was the nature of Edith's connection to Lacey? Why did she leave? Why is she back? [image] Maria Hummel - Image from her site We get an up close look at Lacey’s discomfort, wondering what Edith is up to, stressing over what to wear, as if her sartorial selections might provide a layer of armor, but Lacey is also clearly dying to see her. Once the waiting is done, we get on with the bulk of the story. It is told in two time lines. First is an ongoing conversation between the two women, the frame. Second is the history they recount within it. Lacey Crane was born in Prague, her parents fleeing before, but not because of, the future Nazi invasion. Middle class, they were able to experience success in the hotel business. We get a look at the impact of the Holocaust on her parents, particularly her Jewish mother. As girls, Lacey and Edith meet at a California camp, where Edith is a bit of a loner, the daughter of the camp caretaker, special for her talent at stage performance, among other things, but seen as too lower class for most of the privileged girls. Not for Lacey. They become instant besties. (see quote at top) Edith's home life is challenging, and Lacey wants to take her away from all that. We follow the development of their friendship, and of their lives, together and apart. It is events in adulthood that split them, a final, dramatic schism. Dirty laundry is pulled from their memory bags, and held up for close inspection. Some garments are left unaired. The contemporary conversation functions as a way for them to both examine the lives they have led. It also illuminates some of the changes women experienced in the 20th century. The novel germinated over a protracted period, until all the elements finally came together. First was the Biltmore. When she and her husband moved there in the early aughts, Hummel was smitten with the LA hotel culture, particularly that hotel. [This] combined with a book that I read that came out in American translation in 2001 called Embers …originally published in 1942, is a story about two old friends, males, an old general and a soldier, meeting in a castle in the Carpathians for the first time in forty years. They're also weighing out friendship. When I read that book, I thought, this is such a great treatise on friendship, but it's about male friendship. Female friendship is different. Wouldn't it be great to use this structure but set it in an American castle? There it is. Then the third piece was, as we all experienced, we lived like recluses, particularly for me, the academic year that was 2020/'21. I thought, I know how to write this character now, this person who's basically a hermit who lives in the hotel and never goes out and is locked in her tower. - from the Moms Don’t Have Time to Read Books interviewUnderneath it all is that primal bond, forged in childhood, hardened in adulthood but seriously damaged. We are waiting for the high noon moment when the women unholster their revelations and take aim. The Lacey-Edith intersection is, in a way, where Old World meets New. Lacey having been born middle class in Europe. Edith living a much more frontier-type of existence in the American far west. Lacey is relatively well-to-do, while Edith is a bit of a Cinderella character, responsible beyond her years, kept as something of a household slave by an unfeeling parent. Maybe Lacey can fit her up with a glass slipper, get her a carriage ride to something better? There are medical remedies from both the Old World and the New that present the strengths of both cultures. Familial tragedies echo across the divide. Do we care? Each girl faces challenges at home. And both are portrayed as decent kids, so it is not hard to feel for them. The tale of their early friendship is incredibly charming and engaging, a major strength of the novel. The bond between these two is palpable and we want it to be eternal. Each girl finds relief from her personal stresses in having someone with whom to share. We get glimpses of their time together later, as teens, but these are fleeting, and lack the immediacy and impact of their camp days. Their time as adults is also presented in brief glimpses, stroboscopic flashes of events. Sure, there is angst, pain, heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment, but having stepped back from Lacey and Edith, the impact is dulled. It is not a bad thing to leave readers wanting more of a character but it seemed to me that we got a bit short-changed and should not have needed that much more. The narrative flow works quite well, switching back and forth between the contemporary and historical. But in a latter section of the novel, the conversation became much less...conversational, transforming into almost straight up exposition. I found this distancing, and thus off-putting. There is a lot going on in Goldenseal. Thematically, it offers a trove of genre touches, coming of age, mystery, western, domestic drama and probably others. Hummel writes beautiful descriptions. I wish there had been even more of that. She gets us to care about her leads. And offers a persuasive explanation at the end, for most questions. It is a good read for sure, but maybe a Silver Seal instead of a Golden One. Review posted - 03/29/24 Publication date – 01/09/24 I received a hardcover copy of Goldenseal from Counterpoint in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks. [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review will soon be cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to Hummel’s personal and Twitter pages Profile – from her website Maria Hummel is a novelist and poet. Her books include Goldenseal, Lesson in Red, a follow-up to Still Lives, a Reese Witherspoon x Hello Sunshine pick, a Book of the Month Club pick, and BBC Culture Best Book of 2018; Motherland, a San Francisco Chronicle Book of the Year; and House and Fire, winner of the APR/Honickman Poetry Prize… Hummel worked for many years as an arts editor and journalist, and as a writer/editor for The Museum of Contemporary Art, experience that informed Still Lives and Lesson in Red. She also taught creative writing at Stanford University and Colorado College, and is now a full professor at the University of Vermont. She lives in Vermont with her husband and sons....more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Mar 25, 2024
|
Mar 27, 2024
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
0374600309
| 9780374600303
| 0374600309
| 3.96
| 61,763
| Jun 08, 2023
| Aug 15, 2023
|
it was amazing
| In the next town over, a man had killed his family. He’d nailed the doors shut so they couldn’t get out; the neighbours heard them running through In the next town over, a man had killed his family. He’d nailed the doors shut so they couldn’t get out; the neighbours heard them running through the rooms, screaming for mercy. When he had finished he turned the gun on himself.-------------------------------------- For months now she has been having the same dream Of a flood that sweeps through the house Carries off clothes from the wardrobes Toys from the cupboards Food from the table In the dream she is trying to stop it She is wading around, pulling things out of the water But there’s too much to hold in her arms and it overcomes her The current grows stronger Pulls away the appliances the kitchen island tiles from the floor paint from the at the edge of the water watching her go Staring down as she’s swept past In their eyes she is old Her youth is gone too It has all been washed away by the waterThe Barnes family is having their problems. It is 2014 in small-town Ireland. We follow Dickie, Imelda, his wife, PJ, their son, and Cass, a high school senior, through a range of travails. Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina opens with, Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Guess which category the Barnes family fits into. PJ is almost a teen, so will have a lot of growing-up to do, but he is faced already with challenges that are plenty daunting. Coping with bullies at school is no fun, if a particularly usual checklist item in coming-of-age stories. But he is also beset by the thug teen child of one of his father’s customers, who feels his family has been cheated by Dickie. Beatings happen, and more are promised if he does not pay up. And these are the lesser of the challenges he faces. On the upside, he likes spending time hanging out with his father, working on a project in the woods behind their house. [image] Paul Murray - image from the Hindustan Times - shot by Lee Pelligrini Cass has teen-angst aplenty, coping with her social status, her newly-ripening sexuality and her attraction to a promiscuous friend. She is trying to define who she is. (which is not exactly a wonderful person when we meet her.) A part of that is seeing herself as separate from her family. She would definitely not want to be associated with those people. She is particularly hostile to her father, blaming him for the demise of the family business, and the collateral social impact that is having on her. She is not a stunner like her mother, which does not help. The prospect of heading off to college in Dublin offers a concrete escape route, the sooner the better. She is besties, I guess, with Elaine, who is as amoral and unfeeling as she is beautiful. Imelda came from a working-class family. Rough around the edges would be a kind description. But she was born a knockout. It was always going to be her ticket out. She falls in love with the town’s football superstar, Frank. They are to be wed. Frank stands to inherit a successful family business, and should be able to provide nicely for her. Problem is a literal crash and burn, and buh-bye Frank. She winds up marrying Frank’s older, smarter, but not-golden-boyish brother, Dickie. Dickie had the brains for college, and attended, for a few years, until an unfortunate event derailed his collegiate career and he headed home. He may have been the smarter of the brothers, but Frank had the gift of salesmanship, and was a better fit to take over the car dealership. But when Frank dies, it falls to Dickie to step in. He manages, but it is not work he exactly loves. These days, he is spending time in the woods behind their home, building a defense against Armageddon, spurred on by a troll-like employee who exhales conspiracy theories and seems to be looking forward to the coming end-times. He has a lot of time on his hands. The car-dealership is in the crapper. Along with plenty of other businesses, suffering not only from a global economic downturn, but massive flooding in the town. Dickie’s father, Maurice, retired, but still the owner, swoops in to try to fix things, blaming Dickie for the difficulties. Dickie is not entirely faultless here. But there are serious complications with him. We follow these four for over six hundred pages, getting to know them intimately. We learn their secrets, see them change, see them cope with relentless stressors, see them grow, or not. This is the greatest power of the novel. Each is faced with decisions, moral choices, that define their character, that define their changes, maybe their failures. If that were all, it would be an outstanding piece of work, but Murray offers a very rich palette of content as well, raising it to another level. There are many notions that run throughout The Bee Sting’s considerable girth. Space has been reserved to handle them all. The core, of course, is family. Not exactly the most functional, the Barnses. Parents who have been raised to hide their emotions have no natural ability to make a happy home. You couldn’t protect the people you loved – that was the lesson of history, and it struck him therefore that to love someone meant to be opened up to a radically heightened level of suffering. He said I love you to his wife and it felt like a curse, an invitation to Fate to swerve a fuel truck head-on into her, to send a stray spark shooting from the fireplace to her dressing gown. He saw her screaming, her poor terrified face beneath his, as she writhed in flames on the living-room carpet. And the child too! Though she hadn’t yet been born, she was there too. All night he listened to her scream in his head – he couldn’t sleep from it, he just lay there and sobbed, because he knew he couldn’t protect her, couldn’t protect her enough…On top of which, secrets abound. They are all trying to find a way out, except for PJ, who is mostly interested in seeing things returned to the way they were before the dealership miseries began, and radiated outward. Murray shows how dysfunction and damage can carry forward from one generation to the next, the brutality of Imelda’s family, the emotional absence of Dickie’s. But all has not been destroyed. When Dad was fun everything was fun. Not just holidays, not just Christmas. Going to the supermarket! Cutting the grass! At bedtime they had pyjama races, they read Lord of the Rings cover to cover, they put a torch under their chins and told each other ghost stories…Family connection is important, mostly in the desire of most to sever it. Dickie was desperate as a young man to get away, get an education, do something other than sell cars for the rest of his life. Imelda came from a toxic family (not all of them) and also struggles with her connection to the family she is in, for current-day part of the story. Cass wants out, ASAP. Tethers are cut, but some are also sewn. The tension between these struggles is fuel for the story. Murray looks at the impact of the environment on peoples’ lives. The story is set at the tail end of the recession from the Celtic Tiger boom that had preceded. The economic environment was still pretty tough and we see how this impacts the family. It will come as no shock that a major, unusual, flood impacts Dickie’s already sinking business, with talk of liquidation, that a water leak in the Barnes house carries omens, and that Imelda dreams of being washed away, as she is forced to cope with losing the luxury level lifestyle to which she thinks her incredible beauty entitles her. Cass’s collegiate prospects and social standing are endangered. Other players in the story are challenged as well. PJ is fast out-growing all his clothing, but does not want to be a burden on the now-struggling family, so keeps quiet and castigates his feet for growing too much. There is a stream involving the presence of gray squirrels in Ireland. They are an invasive species, as of a century back, and carry a disease that is fatal to the native red squirrels. Are they the only locals in danger of being wiped out? Another stream is the notion of returning, coming back from the dead, in particular. Some people might say that the key problem is with coming back from the dead specifically. Because obviously death is a pretty serious step with all kinds of long-term effects that you’re not going to just shake off. But lately you’ve noticed it with other things too, that even though they never actually died, when they came back from where they’d gone they were still completely changed.Imelda keeps looking for the ghost of Frank to show up at her wedding to Dickie. Dickie is definitely not the same after returning from Dublin. Same for Cass and PJ. Other characters, a maid, a mechanic, a patriarch, return as well, with mixed results. …is it worth taking the risk? Sometimes? If you could still sort of see the person they were and you thought maybe there was still enough time, if you knew what to do or say?Bees get a bit of attention, if a bit less than expected. The bee sting of the title is inflicted on Imelda, on her way to her wedding to Dickie. Her face was in no condition to be seen, so every wedding picture of her is through her veil. There is another passage about the mating habits of bees. It does not end well for the males. …the pesticide the farmers use on plants contains a neuro-toxin that destroys their memory so they forget their way home, can’t make it back to the hive where they live, and that’s why they’re dying out. When they looked in the hives they found them not full of dead bees, but mysteriously empty. Maybe that’s what happened to Cass, you think. Maybe air pollution in the city has damaged her brain and now she’s forgotten her home. Though really you know it started way before she came here.The impact of stinging on the stinger is also considered. There is even a bit of magic as Imelda’s Aunt Rose has a particular gift, sees things that others cannot, says sooths, a family thing, but not one that Imelda has ever manifested. Murray writes in differing styles. Most of the book is presented as third-person omniscient, describing the actions and peering inside to reveal the characters’ thoughts and feelings. Standard stuff. The final section, The Age of Loneliness, is written in the second person. We alternately assume the POV of the main characters, as each races toward the stunning climax. Imelda gets a breathless, minimally formatted structure. There is a sample in the second quote at the top of this review. I wrote Imelda’s section, and I knew she was on her way to this dinner… I wrote that first line like she, well, she needs to use the bathroom really urgently. And I put commas in and a full stop. And it did not feel right at all. The only way to write it was without the punctuation, and I wanted it to feel like you’re in her head. She doesn’t parse things in the same educated way that Dickie or indeed the kids would do. She just thinks in this much more immediate, intensive way. When you go from the kids’ sections into Imelda’s section, I wanted it to feel like, woah, there’s a change in gear here. Like there’s something’s going on that hasn’t been apparent up until now. At this moment in her life, but maybe at every point in her life, everything feels extremely precarious. She’s on this knife edge, all the time. She always feels like everything’s going to collapse, the floor is going to disappear from under her and she’s going to just tumble down into the past with her abusive dad and the poverty and the grimness and stuff. - from the. Hindustani Times interviewIt would not be a Paul Murray novel if you did not come away from the reading without a few more laugh lines in your face. He takes the most liberty with this in the teens’ sections, the most reminiscent of the grand, rude humor of Skippy Dies to be found here. For example Nature in her eyes was almost as bad as sports. The way it kept growing? The way things, like crops or whatever, would die and then next year they came back? Did no one else get how creepy that was?You get the idea. Love this stuff. So what’s not to like? Nothing, nothing at all. This is a wonderful, engaging, risk-taking, funny, moving, horrifying, engaging, biting, human triumph of a novel. You may feel stung by elements in this great tale, but you will come away with a literary trove of honey. Ireland is a place where people are very good at talking. People are so funny and have such brilliant stories, and it’s a way to disguise what you’re actually feeling. The reason, I think, is because this is a place where very terrible things have happened and the way we deal with them is by not addressing them. So I feel like the ghosts are alive and they’re active. The past is affecting what you’re doing in a very real way. And if you don’t address the issues, then the darkness just grows, and the damage gets passed down from one generation to the next, like in the book. – from the Guardian interview Review posted - 12/8/23 Publication dates ----------Hardover – 8/15/23 ----------Trade paperback - 5/2/24 The Bee Sting was short-listed for the Booker Prize I received an ARE of The Bee Sting from FSG in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating. [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review is cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to Paul Murray pages on Wikipedia and Goodreads Interviews -----Hindustani Times - Paul Murray – “Climate change is something I worry about all the time” by Saudamini Jain – READ THIS ONE ----- The Guardian - Paul Murray: ‘I just dumped all my sadness into the book’ by Killian Fox -----The Booker Prizes - A Q&A with Booker Prize 2023 shortlisted author Paul Murray - video – 4:08 My review of an earlier book by Murray -----Skippy Dies – one of the best books EVER! Items of Interest from the author -----New York Magazine – 3/15/23 - Who is Still Inside the Metaverse? -----The Guardian - Paul Murray: ‘How the banks got rich off poor people would be a painful read without comedy’ on The Mark and the Void -----Boston College Libraries – Fall 2022 - How to Write a Novel - video – 1:20:05 - Paul from 7:45 - On the book from 18:25 – well, sort of - Largely about why it took so long between novels – and his experience with screenwriting - Wicked funny, too. -----Outlook India - Excerpt ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Nov 27, 2023
|
Dec 04, 2023
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1640095438
| 9781640095434
| 1640095438
| 3.76
| 3,476
| May 02, 2023
| May 02, 2023
|
it was amazing
| …it’s hard to remember sometimes that no one is only who they appear to be at the moment. It’s hard to remember sometimes all that goes into a life …it’s hard to remember sometimes that no one is only who they appear to be at the moment. It’s hard to remember sometimes all that goes into a life, all the different versions of a person, throughout the years, all the ways in which people are capable of changing.-------------------------------------- …sometimes he is utterly exhausted by being an adult, by being someone, expected to explain the world to younger people, as if he’s in possession of the right answers.Jackson Huang is nine years old. He dreams of being a professional magician. His mom, Tina, does hair at the mall salon in suburban Albany. She is amazing at it. Jackson spends a lot of his afterschool time there. Kevin manages the mall bookstore. He enjoys dressing up in many story-appropriate costumes to read to children at the store. His wife does not understand why he does not complete his ABD (All but Dissertation) doctorate. They live in a tiny house on her mother’s property. Maria is a beautiful seventeen-year-old high school senior. She works at Chickadee Chicks in the food court. Maria wants to become an actress, so is applying to schools with theater programs. Ro is a ninety-year-old widow who still gets around pretty well. Her rep is that of the neighborhood bigot, and there is some truth to that. Ro comes in to see Tina once a week for a bit of work. I was very interested in showing people who are all different from one another, so I sat down and brainstormed a bunch of different people, who might be working at the mall or go to the mall. I wanted these people to be those whose lives would not otherwise intersect with one another. I also thought about conflict and tension; I have these characters who are extremely set in their ways and believe one thing so strongly. When you put them in scenes with each other, you can see what might happen. It’s also about questioning: are they going to stay static, or is there room for growth? If there is room, how much would feel realistic? With the multiple narrators, I enjoyed being able to get into each of their perspectives. A character might seem a certain way and be really frustrating in one chapter, when viewed through someone else’s thought process. In a later chapter, you might get their own thought process—they might still be frustrating, but you could at least understand why they believe the things that they believe. - from the Electric Lit interviewWith the impending closing of the mall as the unifying thread, we get to know each of these five as they work their way through individual conflicts, over ten months, from September to June. Jackson gets hassled at school. Tina, her skills being what they are, can probably get another salon gig when the mall closes, but she has always wanted to be an artist. Maria has a boy who is quite odd interested in her maybe a bit too much. Kevin really needs to decide what he wants to do with his life, whether or not to complete his degree work or something else. He has a scheme for a border collie business that sounds impractical. Ro, after a lifetime of pushing people away, has come to her senses, and is eager to reconnect, to make some amends, regretting her long misanthropy. [image] Karin Lin-Greenberg - Image from her Goodreads profile With alternating chapters, we get to know each of these five, and a bit of the supporting cast as well. Some interact solely at the mall. With others, there is connection beyond. Kevin and his family, for example, live very close to Ro. Maria helps Jackson with a school performance. A friend of Maria’s helps Tina with her artistic hopes. The promotional material for the book compares You Are Here to Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge. That seems a fair comparison. I wanted there to be ten chapters in the span of ten months, leading up to the mall’s closing. While writing these stories, I was thinking a lot about Olive Kitteridge and Olive Again, by Elizabeth Strout, and how those circled around a particular place, which was a small town in Maine.As with Strout, Lin-Greenberg offers us a cast of regular people, but finds what is interesting in each of them. I would add Kent Haruf to the comparables list. As in the work of Strout and Haruf, KLG, using the mall, gives us a look at a place, a time, a community, by looking closely at some of the lives it contains. It is a novel of personal, very human hopes, of dreams. No one here is looking to save or conquer the planet, or even the nearest mall. But some of those hopes and dreams are secret. Tina is a very practical single-mother focused on taking care of her son, drawing on odd scraps of paper when opportunity presents. Some encourage her to take art classes, but she resists, fearing that dreaming too big might endanger her main role as provider. Jackson tries to keep his magical interest on the down-low with Tina, fearing her disapproval. Kevin has feelings about academia that he does not feel free to share with his wife. Ro has been secretive for almost a century. Old habits die hard. The book has a very quiet timbre to it, one of the things about it that reminded me of Haruf. “People who often get the most attention are the loudest, but people who are the quietest often have a lot going on inside. I wanted to explore that in this book. Many of the characters I write about are isolated and lonely. Many are not living the lives they had once wished for. As a writer I can explore the interiors of these people. I can go into their minds and show what they’re thinking and how they’re feeling.” - from the Times-Union interviewMy first impression was that this was not so much a novel but a book of linked stories. KLG is an award-winning writer of short stories, so this seemed a natural progression. I had my first sabbatical during the 2018-19 school year, and that’s when I wrote the first draft of my novel. I tricked myself by saying, ‘It’s not a novel. It’s a series of linked stories.’ - from the Times Union interviewIt may at first have the feel of a linked short story collection, but the five-strand plaiting of the main characters, the consistent concern with a singular place and its impending demise, and consistent thematic concerns ensure that it is indeed a novel, and a bloody good one. There is a tragic event that occurs toward the back end of the tale. Some repercussions of that are shown. Over the lead-up to the closing of the mall, we switch among the five main characters as they approach having to decide what they will do with themselves when it does. With their interactions, they form a small community of their own. You Are Here was not KLG’s first title for the book. I can’t take credit for it; my agent came up with it. My original title was Those Days at the Mall, which is a character’s line in the very last chapter. Obviously, the mall map says “You Are Here.” But it’s also so much about place and where people spend their time. So, the question behind the title was thinking about where we spend our days. -from the Electric Lit interviewThis is a novel that is both incredibly sad and softly uplifting. KLG offers us a look at five ethnically and chronologically diverse ordinary people, ranging in age from nine to ninety, and delivers insightful, empathic looks at them all. (Well, some more than others, of course) We can appreciate both their challenges and their dreams. Even when their obstacles are self-driven, we can see how they came about, and maybe catch a glimpse of what might be possible ahead. You will feel for them, even if some might make you wince a bit at their decision-making. You will want Jackson to have a magical debut on stage. You will want Tina to find a way to respond to her muse. You will want Kevin to figure out what he wants to do with his life. You will want for Maria to get into the theater program of her dreams. You will want Ro to sail past her long-stout boundaries and realize her dream of human connection in the time left in her life. KLG made her mark, and won awards as a writer of short stories, but when you read You Are Here, you will be exactly there, at the very beginning of what promises to be a long and wonderful novel-writing career. She stares at her son, willing him to look at her and tell her about the magic tricks he’s been practicing. She wants him to invite her to his school talent show. She wants him to tell her about the videos he’s been watching. But he just keeps reading. Tina looks down at the desk, sees her sketch of the goose, peeking out from under some menus. Jackson shuffled around, and she grabs the sketch, balls it up, and drops it into the garbage can finish the desk. As the crumpled paper falls from her hand, she thinks it’s not just that Jackson is hiding something from her; it’s that he is imitating her. He’s keeping secret something that’s important to him, maybe because he’s afraid he’s no good or it’s silly or she’d be disappointed to know he cares about such a thing. She feels certain he has learned to be quiet and secretive, and to not allow himself to talk about impractical dreams from her. Review posted - 8/25/23 Publication dates ----------Hardcover – 5/2/23 ----------Trade paperback - 5/7/24 I received a copy of You Are Here from Counterpoint in return for a fair review, and promising not to shut my doors for good. Thanks, folks. [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review will soon be cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to Karin Lin-Greenberg’s personal, FB, Instagram, and Twitter pages Profile – from Wikipedia Karin Lin-Greenberg is an American fiction writer. Her story collection, Faulty Predictions (University of Georgia Press, 2014), won the 2013 Flannery O'Connor Award for Short Fiction[1] and the 2014 Foreword Review INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award (Gold Winner for Short Stories).[2] Her stories have appeared in The Antioch Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Berkeley Fiction Review, Epoch, Kenyon Review Online, New Ohio Review, The North American Review, and Redivider. She is currently an associate professor of English at Siena College in Loudonville, New York. She has previously taught at Missouri State University, The College of Wooster, and Appalachian State University. She earned an MFA in Fiction Writing from the University of Pittsburghin 2006, an MA in Literature and Writing from Temple University in 2003, and a BA in English from Bryn Mawr College.Interviews -----Times Union - Siena's Karin Lin-Greenberg breaks into new novel, 'You Are Here' by Jack Rightmyer - May 10, 2023 -----The Southern Review - A Writer’s Insight: Karin Lin-Greenberg - primarily about her short-story writing -----Zyzzyva - Q&A WITH KARIN LIN- GREENBERG, AUTHORCOF ‘YOU ARE HERE’ by VALERIE BRAYLOVSKIY -----Electric Lit - The Last Days of a Dying Mall in Upstate New York by JAEYEON YOO Items of Interest from the author -----LitHub - excerpt -----Lin-Greenburg’s site - Links to other on-line work she has published -----Read Her Like An Open Book - Karin Lin-Greenberg, author of YOU ARE HERE, on patience and publishing Kent Haruf books we have enjoyed -----2015 - Our Souls At Night -----2013 - Benediction -----2004 - Eventide -----1999 - Plainsong My reviews of books by Elizabeth Strout -----2021 - Oh William! -----2019 - Olive, Again -----2008 - Olive Kitteridge ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Aug 11, 2023
|
Aug 23, 2023
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1250860024
| 9781250860026
| 1250860024
| 3.49
| 12,565
| Aug 08, 2023
| Aug 08, 2023
|
it was amazing
| The sea whispers, faint. It sounds like pages shuffling. A seal barks. I lick a finger and test the breeze. The wind is in the east. A moment late The sea whispers, faint. It sounds like pages shuffling. A seal barks. I lick a finger and test the breeze. The wind is in the east. A moment later it comes, mournful and high. The stones are singing and I feel it, at last, that I’m home. I listen for a time, despite my tiredness. I think, if heartbreak had a sound, it would be just like this.-------------------------------------- She can smell him the way wild animals smell prey.-------------------------------------- The visions don’t frighten me anymore. I can usually tell what’s real and what isn’t.Don’t get comfortable. Wilder Harlow has returned to the cottage where he stayed as a teen, to write the book he had started over three decades before. He is not entirely well. We meet him in 1989, via his unpublished memoir, which tells of the momentous events of that Summer. He was sixteen. His parents had just inherited a cottage from the late Uncle Vernon, and opt to spend a summer there before deciding whether to sell. It is on the Looking Glass Sound of the title, near a town, Castine, in Maine. Beset in prep school, for his unusual features, particularly pale skin and bug eyes, Wilder is ready for a novel experience. (“I’m looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and thinking about love, because I plan on falling in love this Summer. I don’t know how or with whom.”) [image] Catriona Ward - image from Love Reading The sound has an unusual…um…sound. The leaves of the sugar maple whisper—under it, there’s a high-pitched whine, a long shrill note like bad singing…it sounds like all the things you’re not supposed to believe in—mermaids, selkies, sirens…’What’s that sound?’ It seems like it’s coming from inside of me, somehow. Dad pauses in the act of unlocking the door. ‘It’s the stones on the beach. High tide has eaten away at them, making little holes—kind of like finger stops on a flute—and when the wind is in the east, coming over the ocean, it whistles through.’Sure, dad, but the wind-driven whistling is not the only sound that haunts in these parts. It does not take long for Wilder to make two friends. Nathaniel is the son of a local fisherman, his mother long gone. Harper is English, her well-to-do parents summer there. Wilder’s relationships with these two will define not only this Summer and the one after, but the rest of his life. Harper is a flaming redhead, with issues. She has been kicked out of many schools, for diverse crimes. So, of course, Wilder is madly in love with her at first sight. Nat, a golden boy in Wilder’s eyes, has a way of describing fishing with a harshness that is unsettling. The three form their own tribe for a time. Pearl is named for her mother’s favorite jewel. She was only five when mom disappeared. They had been staying at a B&B in Castine. But Pearl’s mother is far from forgotten. Sometimes her mother talks to Pearl in the night. She learns to keep herself awake, so she can hear her. It always happens the same way. Rebecca’s coming. It starts with the sound of the wind roaring in Pearl’s head, just like that day on the mountain. And then Rebecca’s warm hands close over her cold ears.The area has a local creep. Dagger Man is the name assigned to whoever is responsible for a series of break-ins of homes occupied by Summer people. He takes photos of kids sleeping. Then sends the polaroids to the parents. The images include a dagger to the throat. Adding to the creepiness, there is a history of women going missing here. And a legend of a sea goddess luring people to a dark end. The second summer in Castine, there is an accident in a secret cave, involving Wilder, Nat, and Harper. It leads to a very dark, traumatic discovery, upending their worlds. When Wilder heads off to college, soon after, he is intent on becoming a writer, but, while there, his closest friend, Sky, steals his story, going on to publish a wildly successful novel using Wilder's work. He is never able to get past this, thus his final return to the source a lifetime later, to have one last go at writing his true version. Ward employs some of the usual tricks of creating a discomfiting atmosphere. The sounds emanating from the bay are strong among these. Even underwater I can still hear the wind singing in the rocks. And I hear a voice, too, calling. In describing Harper, Wilder notes Her hair is deep, almost unnatural red, like blood. And The wet sand of the bay is slick and grey. It’s obscene like viscera, a surface that shouldn’t be uncovered. (Well, ok then. Which way to the pool?) Nat describing how his father kills seals is pretty chilling. Ward has had some eerie experiences, I suffer from hypnagogic hallucinations. They started when I was about 13, taking the form of a hand in the small of my back as I was falling asleep, shoving me out of bed really hard. I knew there was someone in the room and I knew they didn’t mean me well. With the information I had at the time – pre-Google as well – there was no other explanation for it, was there? I think it’s probably the deepest chasm I have ever looked into. There’s nothing comparable to it in the daylight world. - from the 9/26/22 Guardian interviewwhich find their way into the story. So, there are two presenting mysteries, Dagger Man and the missing women. And a bit of magic in the air, whether it is a dark siren luring some to a watery grave, mysterious noises and notes, or teens fooling around with witchy spells. Are the kids just being imaginative, or is there something truly spectral going on? A feeling of powerlessness is core to the horror genre. The main characters here share a deep sense of vulnerability. This is very much a coming-of-age novel. Adolescence is a prime vulnerable state, a transition between childhood and the mystery of adulthood. Not knowing who you are. Trying on different roles, names, behaviors, hoping for love, of whatever sort, always susceptible to rejection and/or betrayal, and/or disappointment. There is added vulnerability with their families. Any teen going through changes would benefit from a solid base of parental constancy. Wilder’s parents are going through more than just a rough patch. Nat does not seem particularly close to his only parent. Harper refers to a pet dog that protects her from her father. There are enough secrets in the world. Bad families, bad fathers. Pearl’s mother, like Nat’s, is long gone. In addition to whatever else assails them, there is self-harm. The Dagger Man is wandering about. People disappear. The bay has disturbing aspects to engage all the senses. There are a few more stressors, as well. That certainly sets the stage for an unsettling horror tale. That would all be plenty. But wait, there’s more. Some books have unreliable narrators This one has an unreliable ensemble, existing in unreliable worlds. Looking Glass Sound is not your usual scare-fest. The terrors here lie deeper than a slasher villain or a vengeful ghost. In addition to the external frights, these have to do with existential concerns, about identity, who, what, where, and when you are. Offering the sorts of thoughts that can interfere with a restful night, with the legs to disturb your sleep for a long time. This would be more than enough, but wait. This is also a book about writing. A pretty common element in many novels, it’s on steroids in this one, cruising along in the meta lane. Writers are monsters, really. We eat everything we see. The book is a mirror and I am stepping through the looking glass. ‘Writing is power,’ she says. ‘Big magic. It’s a way of keeping someone alive forever.’ I think about our three names, us kids, as we were. ‘Wilder,’ I whisper to myself sometimes. ‘Nathaniel, Harper.’ We’re all named after writers. It’s too much of a coincidence. Harper. Wilder. Harlow. The names chime together. The kind of thing that would never happen in real life but it might happen in a book. ‘You wanted to live forever,’ Harper says gently. ‘You both did, you and Wilder. That’s all writers really want, whatever they say.She also gets into the morality of story ownership. When does your personal tale become a commodity? Who has the right to tell your story? I cannot say I have ever read a book quite like this one. It is not an easy read. Despite some surface technique that places it in the gothic/horror realm, there is a lot more going on here. You will have to be on top of your reading game to keep track, but it will be worth your time and studied attention. There should be surgeon general’s warning on this book. Stick with it and you will get a very satisfying read, and endure many nights of unwelcome wondering. I wake to the sound of breath. No hand caressing me, this time. Instead I have the sense that I am being pummeled and stretched, pulled by firm hands into agonizing, geometrical shapes. I scream but no voice comes from my throat. Instead, an infernal scratching—horrible, like rats’ claws on stone, like bone grinding, like the creak of a bough before it breaks. Or like a pen scratching on paper. Review posted - 7/21/23 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - 08/08/23 ----------Trade paperback - 07/3-/24 I received an ARE of Looking Glass Sound from Tor/Nightfire in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating. Can you please turn down the volume on that thing? [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review is cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Profile – from Wikipedia Catriona Ward was born in Washington, D.C. Her family moved a lot and she grew up all over the world, including in the United States, Kenya, Madagascar, Yemen, and Morocco. Dartmoor was the one place the family returned to on a regular basis. Ward read English at St Edmund Hall, Oxford. Ward initially worked as an actor based in New York. When she returned to London she worked on her first novel while writing for a human rights foundation until she left to take an MA in creative writing from the University of East Anglia. That novel, Rawblood (distributed in the United States as The Girl from Rawblood), was published in 2015. Now she writes novels and short stories, and reviews for various publications.[1] Ward won the August Derleth Award for Best Horror Novel in 2016 …and again in 2018 for Little Eve, making her the first woman to win the prize twice. Her most successful novel has been The Last House on Needless Street. Links to Ward’s FB and Instagram pages Interviews -----The Guardian – 9/26/22 - Catriona Ward: ‘When done right, horror is a transformative experience.’ by Hephzibah Anderson -----The Guardian - 3/13/21'Every monster has a story': Catriona Ward on her chilling gothic novel by Justine Jordan -----Lit Reactor - Catriona Ward: Learning to Fail by Jena Brown -----The Big Thrill – 8/31/2021 - Up Close: Catriona Ward by April Snellings -----Tor/Forge - Catriona Ward – What Was Your Inspiration for Looking Glass Sound? -----Books Around the Corner - Catriona Ward by Stephanie Ross -----Quick Book Reviews – Episode 206 – April 24, 2023 - Books! Boks! Books! from 26:06 to 42:30 Items of Interest -----The Novelry – 10/2/2022 - Catriona Ward and the Power of Writing Horror -----NHS - Charles Bonnet syndrome ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Jul 07, 2023
|
Jul 19, 2023
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
0593546857
| 9780593546857
| 0593546857
| 3.88
| 7,230
| Apr 18, 2023
| Apr 18, 2023
|
really liked it
| The spirit of a chief, you see, is a powerful thing. The skull became a head again when it was lifted from the grave . . . resurrected.” The spirit of a chief, you see, is a powerful thing. The skull became a head again when it was lifted from the grave . . . resurrected.”-------------------------------------- Black bark to her sides and ash beneath her feet, she smelled the earthy odors of dirt, mud, burnt wood, and something so vile her stomach turned. It was the same smell the wind had wafted her way on the nights she’d been chased. Only the odor was stronger now. Inescapable.Seventeen-year-old Anna Horn is terrified of two things. The first a magical, carnivorous head that gets around by rolling, and is possessed of a set of very nasty teeth. She believes it is determined to eat her. This is the result of a tale her Uncle Ray had told her ten years ago. Her terror about the rolling head permeates, as she fears its arrival every time there is a rustle in the bushes, the main difference in her experience of it being that she can flee faster at seventeen than she could at seven. The second is that she will never see her sister again. Fifteen-year-old Grace has joined the growing list of Native women gone missing. [image] Nick Medina - image from Transatlantic Agency Anna is in the throes of that perennial challenge of the teen-years, (for some of us, this challenge can go on for decades) figuring out who she is. She is way more mature than most of us were at that age, for sure. She does not exactly dress to impress, favoring her father’s old clothes, and sporting a very unfashionable short haircut. She loves the stories of her tribe, the fictional Takodas, to the point of wanting to start a historical preservation society, to save Takoda history, myths, and traditions for future generations. The considerate and kind classmates at her mostly white school completely understand and support her efforts at self-discovery. As if. They make her school experience a living hell, taking it further than unkind words. Grace is a very different sort, desperate to fit in, wanting attention, focusing on her looks and pleasing others in order to grease the way to hanging with the cool kids. Acquiring a cell phone is the key to her potential rise, and she will do whatever she can to get the money for one. The story flips back and forth in time, moving forward from Anna’s Day 1 in showing how events came to be, and from the day of Grace’s disappearance, showing the investigation and results. Chapters are labeled in reference to days since Anna’s story begins. Grace does not go missing until well along in those days. Chapters looking at the search for Grace are also labeled with the number of hours since her disappearance. Medina wanted to highlight the epidemic of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls (MMIWG) that has been devastating Native communities for a long time. He shows the all-too-familiar problems residents of tribal lands face when someone goes missing, a viper’s nest of overlapping legal jurisdictions, inadequate police funding, and official indifference among them, not to mention racism. Speaking of which Medina portrays people of all shades as less then admirable. Even the Native manager of the casino assigns Native workers based on their skin color. Fox Ballard, nephew of the tribal leader, is young, handsome, flashy, sculpted, and not at all to be trusted. Medina pays attention, as well to the impact of modernization on traditional values. The Takoda nation has been significantly changed by the opening of a casino on the reservation. The most obvious contrast is that of Anna (traditional) vs Grace (modern). The new road offers up a steady supply of splatted frogs, a pretty clear image of the cost of replacing treasured values with treasure. Income from the casino is making its way to all the people on the rez, although it is also clear that some Takoda are more equal than others. As explained in the Author’s note that follows the book, the inspiration for the carnivorous rolling head came from actual Wintu and Cheyenne legends. It reminded me of the relentless ungulate in Stephen Graham Jones’s The Only Good Indians, except that the elk in Jones’s tale is seeking revenge, while the head, though our only real look at it is through Anna’s terrified eyes, seems a more open opportunity attacker. Frankly, scary as it seems to her, it cannot hold a candle to Graham’s hoofed-slasher. It may have been scary to Anna as a character, but did not cause me any lost sleep as a reader. I did feel at times that this book read more like a YA story than a fully adult one, an observation, not a black mark. The greatest strength of the novel is Medina’s portrayal of his lead, Anna. It is in seeing her social challenges, following her passions, tracking her investigative efforts, admiring her bravery, and rooting for her to mature to a point where she is comfortable in her own skin, that we come to care about her. That alone makes this a good read. The added payload, about the core issue of the book, Missing and Murdred Indigenous Women, about the impact of modernization on traditional values, about gender identity, and about the impact of story on our lives, gives it a far greater heft. This is Medina’s first novel. He refers to it as a “thriller with mythological horror.” It is an impressive beginning to what we hope is a long and productive career. She said Frog exemplified transformation. He entered life in one form and left it in another. From egg to tadpole, to tadpole with legs, to amphibian with tail, to tailless frog, he was never the same. He began life in water, only emerging once he was his true self. He symbolized change, rebirth, and renewal, and his spirit could bring rain.Review posted - 6/23/23 Publication dates ----------Hardcover – 4/18/23 ----------Trade paperback - 3/19/24 I received an ARE of Sisters of the Lost Nation from Berkley Books in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks. Can you get that thing to stop chasing me? And thanks to NetGalley for facilitating. [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review will soon be cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram, and Twitter pages PROFILE - from The Transatlantic Agency A Chicago native, Nick Medina is an author and college professor of public speaking and multicultural communication…Nick’s first short story was published in 2009 and he has since had dozens more published by West Pigeon Press, Dark Highlands, and UnEarthed Press, in addition to outlets in the U.S. and the U.K., such as Midwest Literary Magazine, The Washington Pastime, The Absent Willow Review and Underground Voices.Interviews -----Paulsemel.com - Exclusive Interview: “Sisters Of The Lost Nation” Author Nick Medina - e-mail interview -----#Poured Over – The B&N Podcast - Nick Medina on Sisters of the Lost Nation - by Marie Cummings - video - 48:04 -----Murder by the Book - Special Prelaunch Q&A: Nick Medina Presents "Sister of the Lost Nation" by Sara DiVello – video – 33:31 -----FanFiAddict - Author Interview: Nick Medina (Sisters of the Lost Nation) by Cassidee Lanstra Items of Interest from the author -----Tor.Com - Excerpt -----CrimeReads.com - EXPLORING SOCIAL ISSUES THROUGH HORROR Items of Interest -----Medina said that his initial inspiration for the novel was from an AP article published in the Chicago Tribune. Here is the article as published by AP - #NotInvisible: Why are Native American women vanishing? by Sharon Cohen -----CBC - MMIWG cases continued at same rate even after national inquiry began, data shows ----- First People: American Indian Legends - The Rolling Head – A Cheyenne Legend For horror grounded in the Native experience, I can recommend -----Stephen Graham Jones - Mongrels -----Stephen Graham Jones - The Only good Indians -----Stephen Graham Jones - My Heart is a Chainsaw -----Stephen Graham Jones - Don’t Fear the Reaper -----Cherie Dimaline - Empire of Wild ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Jun 12, 2023
|
Jun 21, 2023
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1982175370
| 9781982175375
| 1982175370
| 3.61
| 34,713
| Aug 15, 2023
| Aug 15, 2023
|
it was amazing
| in every fairy tale girl who is saved is the one who rescues herself.-------------------------------------- people in love were such fools, the in every fairy tale girl who is saved is the one who rescues herself.-------------------------------------- people in love were such fools, they made up excuses, they wound up doing as they pleased no matter how much good advice they been given.The Invisible Hour is a twice-told tale of a mother and a daughter. Ivy Jacobs’ Beacon Hill family did not exactly treat it as a crimson-letter day when the sixteen-year-old informed her parents that she was pregnant by a feckless Harvard sophomore. Despite her tender years, Ivy wanted to see the pregnancy through and keep the baby. Decisions and plans were made, none of them involving input from Ivy. The newborn would be put up for adoption. Ivy bails, getting as far away as she can, which turns out to be a sort-of commune in western Massachusetts. [image] Alice Hoffman - image from Penguin Random House - shot by Alyssa Peek Mia Jacob is the daughter Ivy bore. We meet her at 15. Living in the place to which her mother had fled, The Community. More of a cult really, an authoritarian farm where the leader’s will is law. Joel Davis took Ivy in, married her soon after she’d arrived, so is Mia’s step-father. But child-rearing is communal here, so parenting is not what you or I would recognize. You will recognize the cult-leader, control-freak personality Joel wears like the headgear sported by the QAnon Shaman. Vanity is supposedly being punished, but it is accomplishment, growth, intelligence and independence that are the targets. He likes his followers unquestioning and compliant. Ivy has stolen parenting moments over the years, so has had a hand in helping Mia find her true self, a young woman who is curious about the world, eager to learn, to investigate, to explore, to read. Discovery of her criminal reading marks her for punishment. When we meet Mia she is, as her mother was, a teen about to flee her oppressive environment. Although we learn about and spend time with both women, it is Mia who is our primary focus. In a dark time, she considers suicide, but, fortuitously, reads a book that saves her, changing her life, giving her hope, The Scarlet Letter. We follow her coming of age, assisted by her mother and an understanding librarian in the town where The Community sells their produce. Her passion for Hawthorne is such that she finds in it a magical power. Alice Hoffman loves her some fairy tales, so it will come as no great shock that one fine day Mia finds herself transported back to the 19th century, and into the presence of her literary love object. Complications ensue. In those, however, we get a sense of Hawthorne, his personality, his material conditions, his family and friends, and his writing challenges. Nice looking fellah, too, to go with that oversized talent. There is some wonderful imagery woven into the novel. The notion of invisibility is large among these. There are times in which it might be useful to go unseen, as in when one is doing something for which one might be punished, or which are simply secret. On the other hand, it is not so wonderful to be unseen in normal human interactions. Like “Yo, dude, human here. Whaddaya? Blind?” There is some literal invisibility as well. Apples are a core element as well. There is a particular breed of apple grown in the area, which is no Eden. They seem less associated with The Fall than with a push. Joel uses leaves of that apple tree as a threat. One could certainly see his actions as serpentine. Mia even decides never to eat apples, given the associations she has for them with The Community. Howdaya like dem apples? Johnny Appleseed comes in for some attention, with plantings of his effort bearing local fruit. The woods as a magical place gets a visit or two. Indeed, magical things go on there. Strange people and buildings appear. There is even one “Once upon a time” in the book. The Woods is where Mia goes to escape. Much of the tension in the book centers around women taking control of their own lives. This happens in various ways. There is the usual disobedience one would expect, with the most daring taking the greatest risks. Reading figures large in this, as subservience is sustained under the lash of forced-ignorance. Reading is the gateway drug to independent thinking, and dreaming of better. Some women even learn herbal medicine, to see to their needs. The comparisons of the modern day with the repressive Puritan world depicted in The Scarlet Letter are clearly drawn. Plus ça change… I think it's a bad idea to write for the moment because the moment passes so quickly. The other thing about time is that what's right and what's good and what's accepted suddenly becomes not. I thought about that with the way women were treated in "The Scarlet Letter," the way that the Puritans blamed women, and they believed in original sin and that women were responsible for that because of Eve. It all changed, but then it changes back. And then it changes again. A lot of the things that women are coping with right now are not that different, really. The judgment against women. - from the Salon interviewThere is a garden in town where all the plants are red. It may feel familiar to frequent readers of Hoffman. This new book [The Invisible Hour] actually takes place in a town where I wrote a book of connecting stories about called The Red Garden, so it's the same place. It's just a novel that takes place in that town. - from the Salon interviewI consider myself an Alice Hoffman fan. While I have not read all her books, I have certainly read more than a couple. Any reader of her books knows that there are certain things one can expect. Among other things, there will be an engaging lead, facing difficult choices, and there will usually be bits, at least, of magic, often of a fairy tale sort. So, one cannot really gripe about a time-travel element pushing things too far, particularly when done in the service of giving us a closer look at a literary icon. My sole gripe is that I felt that the baddie was given too much magical license to pursue his dark ends. Otherwise, despite it’s title, The Invisible Hours very much deserves to be seen. It offers not only an uplifting, engaging tale of empowerment, but an homage to one of the greats of American literature, and long-form praise of the power, the importance, the necessity of reading. I am sure we can all see the value in that. “Q: Did you set out to write a novel so deeply rooted in women’s empowerment? How did it evolve to include time travel?” Review posted - 12/22/23 Publication dates ----------Hardcover – 8/15/23 ----------Trade paperback - 5/21/24 [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review is cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram and FB pages Profile Other Hoffman books I have reviewed: -----1999 - Local Girls -----2003 - Green Angel -----2004 - Blackbird House -----2005 - The Ice Queen -----2011 - The Red Garden -----2011 - The Dovekeepers -----2017 - Faithful -----2017 - The Rules of Magic -----2019 - The World That We Knew Interviews -----Salon - "I want to believe": Alice Hoffman is always seeking magic, practical and otherwise by Alison Stine -----Shondaland - Alice Hoffman Talks Her Latest Novel, ‘The Invisible Hour’ by Sandra Ebejer -----Harvard Review - An Interview with Alice Hoffman by Christina Thompson Song -----Agnes Obel - Brother Sparrow - relevance to the chapter title Item of Interest from the author -----Salon - Alice Hoffman: Five amazing tips to help you write your novel Items of Interest -----Wiki on Nathaniel Hawthorne -----Wiki on Johnny Appleseed, mentioned multiple times -----Gutenberg – full text of The Scarlet Letter -----Good Will Hunting - Howdaya like dem apples? -----Wiki on the QAnon Shaman ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Dec 09, 2023
|
Jun 15, 2023
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1501189271
| 9781501189272
| 1501189271
| 3.44
| 8,831
| Oct 18, 2022
| Oct 18, 2022
|
it was amazing
| Think of your first good kiss. Was it life-changing, or was it no big deal? Do you remember how old you were? Did it matter, at the time, who gave Think of your first good kiss. Was it life-changing, or was it no big deal? Do you remember how old you were? Did it matter, at the time, who gave it to you? Do you even remember who it was?-------------------------------------- Autobiography just isn’t good or bad enough to work as fiction… Unrevised, real life is just a mess.The overall format is one of a frame, with Adam Brewster opening by letting us know that this is the story of his life and times, then returning to turn out the lights when the tale has been completed. It is a family saga of Irving’s era, 50’s 60s, (Vietnam) 70s, 80s (Reagan, AIDS) et al, to the mad, reactionary violence of the 21st century. Adam Brewster, a writer and screenwriter, is our narrator for a look at the sexual politics of a lifetime, from his birth in 1941 to his later days some eighty years on. Adam’s mother, Rachel Brewster (Little Ray), was a nearly-pro ski nut, who spent large parts of every year on the slopes, settling for work as an instructor. That left Adam in the hands of his grandmother for much of his upbringing, assisted by a passel of relations. He would hunger for time with his only known parent for much of his life, a core element of the novel. [image] John Irving - image from Outside Magazine Readers of John Irving will recognize much that is familiar, from his prior work and his life. The novel is set in Exeter, New Hampshire, Irving’s home town; includes a benign stepparent teaching at Phillips Exeter (as his actual stepfather did); includes the narrator as a student there. Yep, Irving attended. There is wrestling, of course. Bears are limited to a kind of snowshoe shaped like their paws. A hotel figures large. There is an absent biological father, (Irving’s father was in the US Army Air Force. He never met him.); a mother with too many secrets; there is also reference made to an inappropriate relationship between an adult woman and an underage boy. (something Irving himself experienced); considerable attention is directed to feeling like, to being, an outsider. ”That’s just who you are, Adam,” my older cousin said. “There’s a foreignness inside you—beginning with where you come from. The foreignness is in you—that’s just who you are. You and me and Ray—we’re outliers.”In fact, Irving turns the tables here, as Adam, as the only straight among the main characters, is the outsider in his own family, always the last to get things, he is nonetheless loved and supported by his sexually diverse relations. His mother’s lifelong lover, Molly, effectively his stepmother, tells Adam, “There’s more than one way to love people, Kid.” It serves as a core message for the book and for Irving’s oeuvre. One of the main characters is transgender. He first wrote a sympathetic trans character in The World According to Garp, in 1978. So, when his son, born many years after the book was published, came out to his parents as trans, she knew her father would be completely supportive. The politics of divergent sexuality through time manifests in diverse venues. Raucous comedic material performed at a comedy club in one era is considered too much for a later sensibility, a new puritanism of correctness. Safety for being different is a concern. Adam is very worried when his stepfather is out in their town dressed as a woman, even trails him sometimes in case a backup is needed. Reagan’s unwillingness to address AIDS until six years into his presidency is noted. Acceptance increases over time, but increased acceptance sparks increased resistance. A performer of material deemed unacceptable to some becomes a target for violence in a more disturbed climate. In addition to the overarching theme of looking at sexual politics, sexuality is shown as far less important than the connection between people. Things that may seem sexual actually have a lot less to do with sex than connection. For instance, Adam and his mother often sleep together, in the slumbering, not biblical sense, well past the age where that is generally deemed ok. There is another relationship in which a straight man and a gay woman share a bed, sans fooling around. There is hilarity aplenty, not least with Adam’s young sequence of damaged or damaging lovers. Lots of cringy LOL material there. I counted a dozen “LOLs” in my notes, some for entire chapters. And then there are ghosts. Irving calls this a ghost story. I refer you to a piece on his site that addresses this directly. Ghosts don’t just warn us about the future; they remind us of what we’ve forgotten about the past. All this is to say, I have a history of being interested in ghosts. And here come the ghosts again. In my new novel…the ghosts are more prominent than before; the ghosts, or hints of ghosts, begin and end the novel.We all have ghosts we live with, but the ones here are visible, well, to some, anyway. They hang out in large numbers at a hotel in Aspen, but also turn up at home. The spectres are historical and familial, with some able to interact with the physical world (sometimes with LOL results) sometimes condemned to remain non-impactful. They do indeed, as noted above, remind us of the past, sometimes darkly so, but some offer direction and comfort. And Irving uses his behemoth of a novel to keep generating new ones. They pass over in a wide range of ways; lightning, murder on a stage, sudden avalanche, cancer, suicide, murder in a hotel, falling from a chairlift, leaping from a chairlift, death in war, et al. Falkner famously said “The past is never dead. It’s not even the past.” I guess it could be said for many characters in The Last Chairlift that even the dead are never entirely dead. Adam’s profession offers ample opportunity for Irving (winner of a National Book Award AND a screenwriting Oscar) to present a wealth of material about writing, both for the screen and for print. “My life could be a movie,” you hear people say, but what do they mean? Don’t they mean their lives are too incredible to be real—too unbelievably good or bad? “My life could be a movie” means you think movies are both less than realistic and more than you can expect from real life. “My life could be a movie” means you think your life has been special enough to get made as a movie; it means you think your life has been spectacularly blessed or cursed.-------------------------------------- Imagining the stories you want to write, and waiting to write them, is part of the writing process—like thinking about the characters you want to create, but not creating them. Yet when I did this, when I was just a kid at Exeter—when I thought about writing all the time, but I never finished anything I was writing—this amounted to little more than daydreaming.-------------------------------------- you don’t see with hindsight in a first draft. You have to finish the first draft to see what you’ve missed.-------------------------------------- Fiction writers like what we call truthful exaggeration. When we write about something that really happened—or it almost happened, could have happened—we just enhance what happened. Essentially, the story remains real, but we make it better than it truly was, or we make it more awful—depending on our inclination.There are many more—it is a very long book—but this last one in particular speaks very directly to Irving’s process. As noted up top, he returns to familiar themes and situations. In interviews he says that he begins with the same life experiences, but then changes where they go, how they morph, as if his creative process was to take the stem cells of his experiences and direct them to grow into a wide range of possible pieces. Same source, different outcomes. It is not just the characters and situation that have morphed, it is the form as well. As Adam is a screenwriter as well as a novelist, and as this story is Adam’s, it is fitting that how he perceives the world makes its way into how he presents his story. There are long chapters that are written in screenplay format, complete with fade-ins, fade-outs, off-screen narration, closeups, wide-shots, the whole toolkit. It is an interesting tactic. I found it off-putting, but it does allow for a different approach to the material. He does not just talk about writing per se, but incorporates into the novel considerable attention to his favorite book of all time, Moby Dick. (he has the last line of Moby Dick tattooed on his left forearm) This book opens with My mother named me Adam…, which resonates with Call me Ishmael and no less with …I am born from David Copperfield, Dickens being a particular Irving favorite. He sees himself as more of a 19th century novelist than a 21st century one. …because those novels have always represented the model of the form for me. I loathed Hemingway. I thought Faulkner was excessive. Fitzgerald was ok, but lazy at times. I was enamored of the kind of novel all of my classmates at school despised.References to Melville’s masterpiece (sometimes hilariously), Dickens, Ibsen, and plenty of others abound. It is pretty clear that John Irving has had an interesting life. Eighty years old at the time of publication, he does not see The Last Chairlift as his last hurrah. In fact, he signed a three-book deal with Simon and Schuster, of which this was merely the first. He promises, though, that the next two will be a lot shorter. Until then, this one will certainly suffice. Irving has lost none of his sense of humor. This book was more than occasionally laugh-out-loud funny. He has lost none of his feel for writing relatable humans. While some of the supporting cast are painted in broad strokes, to illustrate this or that sociopolitical issue of a given time, the main ones, and even hordes of second-tier characters are drawn with fine lines, and deep sensitivity. He has lost none of his vision, seeing clearly the currents of the eras considered, and how those have impacted social and political possibility for rounded humans who do not fit the square holes of a boilerplate majority. For all that Irving writes about people who are different, he makes it eminently clear that in matters that count we all share the same needs, to be loved, seen, and respected for who we are. Here’s hoping it will not be another seven years until we get to enjoy another of John Irving’s marvelous works. …the dead don’t entirely go away—not if you see them on the subway, or in your heart. Review first posted – February 18, 2023 Publication dates ----------October 18, 2022 - Hardcover ----------October 3, 2023- Trade paperback I received an ARE of The Last Chairlift from Simon & Schuster in return for a fair review. Thanks, folks, and thanks to NetGalley for facilitating. [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review has been cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! =============================EXTRA STUFF Irving's personal and FB pages Interviews -----CBS Sunday Morning - John Irving: A Writer’s Life with Rita Braver – a delight - Sees himself as a 19th century writer -----Late Night with Seth Meyers - John Irving Doesn't Write a Book Until He Knows How It's Going to End -----Freethought Matters - Freethought Matters: John Irving - video – 28:08 – with Ann Laurie Gaylor and Dan Barker - Interview begins at 2:57 – focus on chairlift begins at about 18:00 -----NPR Podcasts - Book of the Day - 'The Last Chairlift' is John Irving's latest novel on sexual politics with Scott Simon – Audio – 10:26 -----Hazlift - ‘Hope is an Elusive Quality’: An Interview with John Irving by Haley Cunningham -----Toronto Star - Hugging us back in the dark: John Irving on making us care about his characters, sexual politics, and the ghosts in his new book ‘The Last Chairlift’ by Deborah Dundas Items of Interest from the author -----Here Come the Ghosts Again on ghosts in his novels -----CBS News - excerpt -----Lithub - excerpt My review of another book by the author -----In One Person Items of Interest ----- Moby Dick - Full text – with annotations -----David Copperfield - Full text – with footnote annotations ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
Jan 29, 2023
|
Jul 01, 2022
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
125079353X
| 9781250793539
| 125079353X
| 3.67
| 3,797
| Jan 11, 2022
| Jan 11, 2022
|
it was amazing
|
1968 was certainly an interesting time. Laguna Beach was an interesting place, an artist colony and tourist destination of about 13,000 residents, and
1968 was certainly an interesting time. Laguna Beach was an interesting place, an artist colony and tourist destination of about 13,000 residents, and, these days anyway, about six million visitors a year for a current local population of a bit over 20,000. So, even with a temporal discount it had to have been a lot back then too. T. Jefferson Parker lived there for a stretch. It inspired his first, very successful, novel, Laguna Heat, so he knows the territory into which he places his young hero. Sixteen-year-old Matt Anthony is a hard-working, pretty decent kid. Holds down a paper route for money, building muscle and character on his Schwinn Heavy-Duti bike. Single mom, Julie, holds down a crappy job at a Jolly Roger restaurant. (Might be better named Davey Jones’ Locker?) His older brother, Kyle, is a short-timer in ‘Nam, terrified that something will happen to him in his remaining weeks. Their father, Bruce, a former cop, has been mostly out of the picture for years, but maintains occasional contact. Mom has issues with substances, which are dramatically available in southern Orange County, and her issues are growing more alarming. Matt’s body is going through some changes, which is always a joyous experience. And then his sister, Jasmine, a recent High School graduate, gorgeous, straight-A student, in-crowd, rebellious toward the usual authorities, goes poof! Stayed out overnight (not alarming in itself) but has remained MIA and the local fuzz are uninterested. I was fourteen-years old in 1968 so I experienced the strange, beguiling world of Laguna Beach as a very impressionable, wide-eyed, wonder-struck boy. When it came time to create a hero/protagonist for A Thousand Steps, I just aged myself—that fourteen-year old boy—into a sixteen-year old on the cusp of getting his driver's license, and let him take off in his mother's hippie van! - from the Mark Gottlieb interviewBill Furlong personifies that disinterest, a large officer, with an interest in Julie for things other than possession of illegal substances. Brigit Darnell is the good cop, young, a mom, willing to listen to Matt. It may or may not matter. He knows his sister. Does not accept that she had simply run off. And one more piece. Bonnie Stratmeyer, 18, missing two months, posters proclaiming the fact up all around, has just been found at the bottom of the stairs at the Thousand Steps Beach. (Last time Parker actually went up, or down, or both, he counted 224, but the number changes with each attempt. It’s 219 in the book.) Bonnie had not taken the usual route down. Thus Matt’s panic about Jazz. [image] T. Jefferson Parker - image from Laguna Beach Independent - photo by Rita Parker The thousand steps of the title is a notable waterfront location, but it might also be what Matt sets himself to take on, in the absence of official interest. The plot is Matt continuing to search for his missing sister, continuing to turn up clues, continuing to pester the cops to do their job, while trying to cope with chaos at home, and while coming of age, physically, socially, and emotionally. Although it may be less of a journey for Matt than other teens. He is a pretty grounded kid. And then there is the local color. A holding pen of new agers, con-men, regular crooks, a biker gang, drug dealers, drug abusers, and feckless teens. There are enough shady goings on here to blot out the sun. Mystic Arts World is a bookstore/head-shop/local institution that offers classes on meditation, among other things. Johnny Grail, the owner, is a bit of a local legend, a slippery sort, well able to keep a step or two ahead of the police, (who are desperate to catch him holding or doing anything illegal) to the delight of area residents. The whole New Age thing was not particularly popular with the constabulary. Go figure. But despite their clear prejudice, they actually may have something. Johnny is about as clean as a public crash pad. [image] Mystic Arts World (1967-1970), a head shop in Laguna Beach, was ground zero for psychedelic culture in southern California during the late 1960s and early 1970s. It was there that a loosely organized group of artists interested in alternative culture, mystical experience and the transformation of society, “The Mystic Artists”, congregated and exhibited their art. Their artistic expression ranged from Beat assemblage to figuration to psychedelic art. – image and text from The Brotherhood of Eternal Love site Local color extends to the presence of Timothy Leary, offering lectures at the MAW, and a Swami who has attracted a bit of a following. He offers increasing levels of instruction to his followers. Some reside at his compound, a former seminary. Matt and his brother used to play there when they were kids and it was unused. The town hosts an annual tableaux vivants, i.e. classic paintings brought to life with people dressed up as characters in the works, and sets made to bring the paintings to life. A few characters in the novel are in it. Matt likes this. He is a budding artist and draws a passel of scenes from his experiences to help police in their frail attempts to look for his sister, and address other crimes. He is particularly fond of the work of Edward Hopper. Working class life contrasts with the lifestyles of the rich, corrupt, and horny. We get a peek at some excusive locations hosting some very dodgy goings on. Matt fishes less for recreation than for a supply of protein, which mom cannot always provide. They live in a clapboard rental, for which Mom struggles to make rent, Matt sleeping in the garage. But we see great wealth on display as well. There is a part of town called Dodge City, for its casual relationship with the law, general run-down-ness and general hostility toward people toting badges. Get out of Dodge? Sure, ASAP. But up-slope and down-slope have plenty of criminal intent in common. So what happened to Jazz? Is she still alive? As the days pass the odds seem worse and worse. Is Matt’s mom serious about stopping her drug use? He gathers help where he can, and pedals on, but we wonder if he might be wasting his time. Why does Mom want to move to Dodge City? Will his father ever show up to help? He keeps promising. And even if he does, would he be more hindrance than help? Is the Swami as nice and wise as he seems? Girls are becoming more a part of his life, and maybe even some activities that often accompany such associations. Will Matt’s permanent crush on Laurel ever go anywhere? I am roughly the same age as Matt, so can relate to being a teen in that era. It never hurts to add that into the reading enjoyment mix. On the other hand, my east coast experience was quite different from his Cali life, including the degree of drug exposure. My older brother was in the army too, but not in Viet Nam. My father was around. My mom’s drugs of choice were Tareytons and tea. But still, we all go through adolescence, so there is the coming-of-age element to relate to. Sounds like Matt skipped the parts where your voice goes to hell, your face resembles a moonscape, and embarrassing body parts pop up for no discernible reason, for all to see. Whatever. It is impossible not to love Matt. There is one gripe I have about him, though. For someone who was so smart and intrepid about tracking down his sister, he is startlingly blind about some items, which I will not spoil here, that were jumping up and down and screaming from the pages. Yeah, he is just an unworldly teen, so could easily miss some things, but he seems pretty sharp about other stuff, so it rankled. [image] Matt’s bike - image from TJP’s Twitter cache Parker has been at this for a while. Steps is his 27th book. His first, Laguna Heat, was an instant success, and was brought to the screen by HBO. His work includes multiple series, and has earned him THREE EDGAR AWARDS! So, no slouch. He started his writing career as a cub reporter. In the Internet Writing Journal interview Parker was asked how his journalism background informed his writing. The best thing about journalism is that it teaches a young person how the world works. It's not the writing itself, because that is fairly straightforward and desirably formulaic. It's the exposure that's valuable. When I was 23 I was covering cultural events, movies, books, city hall, school board, fires, police -- everything but sports and business. It was a crash course on civics, human nature, bureaucracy. It was also a crash course on how the press and the government and business all interact. Those relationships are at the core of what we are as a republic.He knew he was not a journalistic long-timer, but being a reporter did hone his skills, and also allowed him a venues in which he could collect plenty of details to include in his fictional writing. His craft has grown as well. Keep an ear out for the soundscape Parker has incorporated. It enriches the reading experience. I read this one at bedtime, 20-30 pps a night, sometimes more, sometimes less, depending. Every day I was reading this book I was eager, very eager to tuck my lower half under the covers, (also good for hiding the cloven hoofs) crank up the laptop for my notetaking, switch on the lights to make reading my hardcopy ARE possible, and reveled. You all know that feeling when you are truly enjoying a book, and look forward to getting back to it every day. Well, presuming that you do not just scarf down the entire thing in one ginormous gulp. I prefer to spread out that joy. So, a couple weeks, and it delivered every night. Bottom line is that I totally enjoyed this book. Appreciated the portrait of a time and place well known to the author, loved the lead character, and had fun trying to figure out who had committed (was committing?) which crimes, how, and why. A few of those will quickly succumb to your investigative instincts, but the rest will keep you guessing. Mystery, suspense, thriller, coming-of-age? Use whatever adjective suits or mix and match. Doesn’t matter. Whatever you call it, A Thousand Steps will remain a pretty good read. You will not need any LSD or opiated anything to get off on or get into this book. Go ahead. Be a tourist in Laguna Beach for a bit. It’s a trip you won’t want to miss. Review posted – January 7, 2022 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - January 11, 2022 ----------Trade paperback - December 27, 2022 [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review has been cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews. Stop by and say Hi! I received an ARE of A Thousand Steps from Macmillan’s Reading Insiders Club program in return for a couple of hits of that sweet product. Righteous, man. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the Parker’s personal, FB, GR, and Twitter pages What does the T. stand for?Interviews -----Mark Gottlieb Talks Books - Three-Time Edgar Award-winner and New York Times Bestselling Author T. Jefferson Parker -----2007 – Bookpage - Only in California by Jay MacDonald -----The VJ Books Podcast - T. Jefferson Parker - A Thousand Steps by Roger Nichols -----2018- Bookbrowse - An interview with T Jefferson Parker -----The Internet Writing Journal - A Conversation With T. Jefferson Parker by Claire E. White -----2002 - Orange County Register - THE VIEW FROM ELSEWHERE by Amy Wilson Songs/Music -----The Rollingstones - Satisfaction -----Cream - Tales of Great Ulysses -----Cream - Sunshine of Your Love -----Jimi Hendrix - Foxy Lady - Hendrix performs in front of an audience of the sitting dead in Miami -----The Byrds - Mr. Tambourine Man Items of Interest -----The Brotherhood of Eternal Love - their site -----Brotherhood of Eternal Love - Laguna Beach – Wet Side Story - a bit of Laguna Beach history -----All That’s Interesting (ATI) - An interesting article about the BEL in the 1960s -----Wiki on Timothy Leary -----Wiki on the Pageant of the Masters, an annual event held in Laguna Beach, featuring tableaux vivants, i.e. classic paintings brought to life with people dressed up as characters in the works, and sets made to bring the paintings to life. A few characters in the novel are in it. Here is a nifty video promoting the event today. ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
Dec 14, 2021
|
Dec 28, 2021
|
Dec 28, 2021
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1982133848
| 9781982133849
| 1982133848
| 3.97
| 4,660
| Feb 16, 2021
| Feb 16, 2021
|
really liked it
| ”The dominant stallion chases even off his male offspring when they’re two or three years old. It avoids inbreeding. Nature’s smart." ”The dominant stallion chases even off his male offspring when they’re two or three years old. It avoids inbreeding. Nature’s smart."No need to worry about confusing this one with National Velvet, Black Beauty or even War Horse. No girl-meets-horse, girl-tames-horse, girl-wins-race here. Roan Montgomery was practically born in a saddle. Daddy was a multiple Olympic gold-medalist rider, and he is determined to see that his legacy is carried on. Roan is fifteen and on the path to the Olympics as well. It is a challenging existence. There is almost no time for a social life. Her school days are curtailed so she can make it to practice. And it is not just practicing all the time. Being a rising star in the equestrian world is a business. There are endorsements to decide on, photo-shoots and interviews to fit in. Of course, Daddy takes care of those arrangements. He is her manager and trainer, and is, arguably, the best in the business. But she has to put on the well-crafted persona her father has constructed for her, do the interviews he tells her to do, and endorse the products he tells her to endorse. The family is quite well to do, with a property in Virginia that is easily large enough for working out the family’s horses. So they do not need the endorsement money, but having her picture in the media, in ads or profiles, helps when it comes to competing for a chance to be selected for national teams. In many ways she is a very lucky young lady, able to pursue dreams that few others could attempt. [image] Susan Mihalic - image from Levure Litteraire - Photo Copyright by Eric Swanson But all that nickers is not gold with the athletic, handsome Monty Montgomery. Despite his world-class accomplishments, expertise and training skills, he is a very controlling guy, keeping Roan on a very short rein. Not just controlling her professional advancement, and her very sense of self-worth, he has been sexually abusing her for many years. Mommy Sneerest hates her because Roan is the object of all Monty’s attention. But she keeps well away, between shopping, being blotto, and screwing around. How much is choice? By the mores of our world none of it. Roan may tell herself that she endures Monty because it is a price she has to pay to get what she wants, which is to be at the top of the equestrian world, an international gold medalist. And she has the talent and the work ethic to make that happen. But cross Monty and there will be a price to pay. [image] image from The Plaid Horse - Photo by Lauren Mauldin ThemToo The promo copy for the book mentions Room, and My Absolute Darling as comparables. There are two other books that might be put on the same shelf. Dark Horses bears a comparison, in part at least, with My Dark Vanessa. Both are about adolescent girls abused by much older men in positions of power over them. Vanessa can at least be seen as welcoming her dark adventure, and had the freedom to walk away whenever she wanted. Not so much Roan, although she comes to a sort of accommodation with it, a prisoner’s accommodation with a jailer. A closer comparison is with Ella Berman’s 2020 novel, The Comeback. In that one, a young actress is controlled and manipulated, away from her family, by a creep of a director. As with Roan’s concern for her riding career, Grace Hyde knows that if she stepped away at any point, her career, her dreams, would have been over, thanks to that powerful and poisonous director. Both young women were right. Where is the breaking point, if there even is one? Even were these characters old enough to make adult decisions, can any dream be worth the cost of such ongoing abuse? [image] Image from Stroud Show Horses What differentiates Dark Horses from the MeToo novels noted above is the element of incest. Vanessa was hit on by a teacher. Grace Hyde was victimized by her director/manager. Ma was kidnapped by Old Nick and kept in the room of the book’s title. It is in having a psycho, abusive Daddy that Roan meets Turtle of My Absolute Darling. Turtle’s father, Martin, keeps her off the grid and away from any potential competition. He is not above using physical violence to enforce his will. Monty can control Roan with threats alone, although he does get very physically forceful with her at times. The threat of deprivation or physical harm is ever present. In both novels, controlling fathers train their daughters to be strong, tough, training them in skills they need, or want. Another similarity between Horses and Darling (and with only a gazillion coming-of-age novels, as well) is that when the lead-character girl sees an alternative, a chance, the stable, corrupt world in which she has been living begins to come apart. And the young person faces the challenge that will drive her to grow beyond her youth, or fail trying. [image] Image from US Equestrian - Photo: Howard Schatzberg Life gets complicated as Roan’s sixteenth birthday nears. The usual sort. She meets a boy. He is seen as a bad boy but she gets to know him in stolen hours, and he is a pretty laudable specimen of the coltish teen boy species. Roan is drawn not just to the boy himself, but the vivacious (sane) family life he has, so much warmer and richer than the sere, straight (prison-bar-like) lines of her life. He sees her for herself, and not as an externalization of his own ego. Roan begins to rebel in ways small and then larger. The tension of the novel is not knowing what the future holds. Will she be able to become her own person? Will she rat out her unspeakable father, thus hobbling her own career, or better, escape him somehow? Will she ever have a chance at the career she dreamed of, and can she have something with the boy? [image] Horse in Acadia - from the WB archives Roan is a victim, straight up. But that is not all she is. It is the diversity of her characterization that gives this book its strength. We are granted a victim’s-eye view to ongoing sexual and psychological assault. But while we are in there we can hear the wheels inside Roan’s head spinning, trying to figure out how to keep the good things she has, while surviving the horrendous one. She is tough as nails, strong, a serious athlete, but still a girl, with the needs and desires of any other teenager. One thing Daddy has taught her well is the importance of staying in control on the field of competition. The lesson has carried over outside the course. You do not want to mess with Roan, as her enemies at school soon discover. One gripe I had was the absence of a compelling back story to explain how Monty had become such a monster. Yes, he grew up under a domineering father, but, even though Mihalic’s portrayal of him is persuasive and chilling, that one piece could have used a bit more. Roan’s love interest is a delight of a young man, but I came close to eye-rolling at times as he seemed a wee bit too perfect. The rest of the cast is a professional crew, carrying out their supporting roles efficiently, even offering moments of warmth and human connection, greasing the wheels for the plot’s forward momentum. [image] Image from Horse Rookie One nice element of the novel is introducing readers to a world most of us have never encountered. Dressage always sounded to me like a French fashion magazine or an equestrian competition designed by The Ministry of Silly Walks. My exposure to horses is minimal. I touched a beauty of a chestnut mare in Prospect Park many years back and my allergies took at least a minute to speed from eye-itch through a massive nasal drip before achieving escape velocity with me gasping for air. But, while that conversation with a lovely rider was cut dramatically short, my admiration for the beauty of the beast was unaltered by my body’s panicked reaction. For readers such as I, admirers of equine beauty, while innocent of any meaningful knowledge about them, it was a treat to learn a bit about the rigors of training and competitions, gain an appreciation for what an all-consuming enterprise such training and its business end entail, and be introduced to a range of equine personalities. [image] Image from Kentucky Horse Shows Mostly, the story, particularly once we are clued in to the underlying dynamic, maintains a strong, and quickening pace until we are in full gallop by the end, fully engaged in rooting for Roan to win her battle with dark forces and finally be unharnessed. There is no certainty that she will. Definitely page-turner territory, and it doesn’t take much horse-sense to know that it is worth ponying up a few shekels for a look-see. Dark Horses is a sure winner. Bet on it. In this moment I controlled what happened next. If he could use my body, I could too. Review posted – February 12, 2021 Publication dates ----------February 16, 2021 - hard cover ----------October 12, 2021 - trade paperback I received an ARE of Dark Horses from Scout Press through a promotion on Lithub. No animals were harmed in the writing of this review . =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s Instagram, Twitter and Pinterest pages ThemToo -----My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell -----Room by Emma Donohue -----The Comeback by Ella Berman -----My Absolute Darling - Gabriel Tallent Items of Interest -----Equestrian Queensland - What is a Show Horse -----Equisearch - Glossary Of Horse Terminology -----The Ministry of Silly Walks ----- How to Ride & Show Horses Without a Trust Fund by Shelby Dennis ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
Jan 26, 2021
|
Feb 02, 2021
|
Jan 29, 2021
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1982129395
| 9781982129392
| 1982129395
| 3.87
| 2,530
| May 11, 2021
| May 11, 2021
|
it was amazing
| Junie rested her hiccuping head against Grandpa’s bony back as he pedaled on the bumpy road, wobbling and clanking. Across the thin fabric of his s Junie rested her hiccuping head against Grandpa’s bony back as he pedaled on the bumpy road, wobbling and clanking. Across the thin fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt and against Junie’s cheek, his ribs rose and fell with his breathing. She recognized that moment as the beginning and the end of something—though she was too young to say exactly what that something was. But she knew, without really knowing she did, that the gossamer threads we put out into the world turned into filaments, and filaments into tendrils, and that what people called destiny was really the outward contours of billions of these tendrils, as they exerted their tug on each of us.Swimming Back to Trout River is a story of connection and separation, of love and loss, of yearning and disappointment, of growing, striving, succeeding and failing. It is a story of enduring the worst of times, surviving an unquiet heart and a world in upheaval. We follow several characters as they cope with lives severely impacted by their experiences coming of age in China during the Cultural Revolution, a traumatic period that left as many as twenty million dead, and ruined millions more lives and careers. [image] Linda Rui Feng - image from her site Dawn was introduced to music early, when her grandfather received a piano from a Russian conductor, (a long-term loan) before Sino-Soviet relations soured. She wanted to be of use in the world, but her heart sought a different form of creativity. Her most vivid childhood memories were about music, and although they commanded attention, in the end they led nowhere. She remembered crouching on the floor under the piano as her grandfather played it above her. She was five, it was the year before her parents died…In her mind, she wasn’t just under the piano; it was more like she was wearing it as a cloak. Its vibrations enveloped her, echoed in her chest, and emanated down to her toes, claiming her, and she hugged her knees tight just to keep herself in place.There are further steps forward in her musical journey but when she is accepted to university, it is her intention to be an architect, do something practical, build things for the country. However, a chance to be in a school orchestra rekindles her musical flame. It is while she is at university that she becomes friends with Momo. He is smitten with her and is more than happy to have her teach him how to play the violin. But he is practical, an engineering student, seeing the world through the lens of math and physics. While they do not fully connect, there is a connection, a seed planted, and despite his eagerness to be a good party man, Momo continues to feel the need for music in him. Of course, the Red Guard was not happy with people having a love of music outside the sanctioned state product, at a time when enjoying any other music was considered very un-woke, and did their best to destroy alternate perspectives. After college, Momo is working as an engineer at a factory in northeast China when he meets Cassia, who is working as a dental assistant. A year later they are married. It is not long before they have a child, Junie, an otherwise healthy girl who is born with truncated lower limbs. We follow Momo from tales of his childhood in the 1940s and 50s, through university, from his fealty to the Party Line and belief in science to the exclusion of all else into a broader view of the world. We see his interest in music from his introduction by Dawn to his fanboy appreciation of a young virtuoso, long after and far away. We watch his affections, from his connection to Dawn through his love of Cassia to his love for his daughter, and growth as a parent. The story takes us into the mid-1980s, when Junie will turn twelve. We only get to see Junie as a child, being raised by her grandparents, not an unusual situation in 1980s China, managing her physical challenge, a curious, bright girl. It is one of the few disappointments of the book that we do not get more time with her, as she appears primarily at the beginning and a bit near the end of the story. She is a vibrant presence who deserved more pages. It is she who offers the most direct consideration of our attachment to place. Junie scooted over toward him on her knees, reached into the well-worn tub where his feet were planted, and poked at the gnarled sinews and bones in them.She also offers motivation for Momo, trying to weave his family back together again, and is a source of considerable emotional conflict for Cassia. In a way, it is the ties to Junie, direct or otherwise, that impel the other main characters to want to swim back to Trout River. Both of Junie’s parents pursue opportunities in the United States, Cassia working in San Francisco, Momo pursuing a doctorate somewhere in the middle of the country. Momo writes home to tell Junie that he plans for them to all be together for her 12th birthday, in a year and half. But he does not tell her that he and Cassia have become estranged. So, a high bar. In addition to the moving stories of the main characters, there is much thematic content in this book. Feng offers a notion of connectivity that morphs into something larger. The filaments, the tendrils of the passage quoted at the top of this review form a mat of destiny. There are plenty more, some a bit dark: …because of what happened to her the previous year in Beijing, Cassia understood that what set human events in motion were the most ethereal of tendrils, a kind of machinery no less powerful for its lack of discernible shape.There is much on water as well, serving diverse needs, including as a connecting, unifying medium. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she mumbled between spasms of breath. “I want to stay here with you and Grandma, even when you are old, forever and ever—”Cassia reacts to the Bay area climate as a source of comfort, maybe a way to stay hidden. To Cassia the fog had an inviting, tactile quality. Being in its midst must be like being embraced by the most benign form of water, because you could be immersed in it without drowning.In the Pen America interview Feng says: Though I didn’t always grow up near bodies of water, in my writing I find myself drawn to rivers and coasts, probably because they gesture toward circulation and connectivity, and yet also have unique moods when observed on the time scale of days, years, decades, and even centuries.In an interview with LitHub, asked to summarize her book, Feng replied, How to improvise a life. The fluidity of where we call home. The resilience of the imagination. How the titanic forces of history precipitate in smaller, more recessive lives. She offers a vibrant look at what it means to be a Chinese immigrant in the USA, whether in an above-board visa-holding status, or as a defector, a student, or a menial laborer. What I hope to show with characters like Momo is that the experience of emigration, however hopeful, involves a kind of sundering, a giving up of people and things that otherwise sustain them. And because much of what they give up—the fabric of an extended family, rootedness to a place, an honest narrative of one’s own past—are wholly invisible, they often find it hard to articulate the shapes of these more wayward forms of grief. - from the Pen America interviewGripes are few for this one. More screen time for Junie is the largest. There is a twist near the end that I thought was unnecessary. Those who have read the book will know what I am referring to. This is a beautiful, lyrical novel. There is a richness of language here that will reward patient, gently-paced reading. It will surprise no one, given the artistry of language and the power of imagery in the novel, that Linda Rui Feng is, in addition to being a novelist, a published poet. She is a writer of short fiction as well. A cultural historian, teaching undergraduate and graduate students at the University of Toronto, she offers a look at personal ways in which the Cultural Revolution impacts her characters. In Swimming Back to Trout River, Feng has given us characters who have been shaped by the tumultuous era in which they came of age. They struggle with issues of love, of career, of terrible loss, grief, and of a desire for roots while being uprooted. Their stories are moving, and the trials to which some of them have been subjected are enraging. Thankfully, you will not have to paddle upstream to give this one a look. Swimming Back to Trout River is a dip worth taking. …this morning, while driving the last stretch of road with a storm gathering, I thought: Is it possible that grief too is like music? Maybe once grief begins, you cannot simply cut it off. Rather you have to let it run its course the way an aria comes to its last note. You cannot stop grief in its tracks any more than you can cut off the aria at just any point you deem convenient. Review first posted – May 14, 2021 Publication dates ----------Hardcover – May 11, 2021 ----------Trade paperback - May 17, 2022 I received an e-galley from Simon & Schuster via NetGalley in return for an honest review. =============================EXTRA STUFF The author’s personal and GR pages Interviews -----Pen America - The PEN Ten: An Interview with Linda Rui Feng by Viviane Eng – definitely check this one out -----Literary Hub - Lit Hub Asks: 5 Authors, 7 Questions, No Wrong Answers Items of Interest -----A list of Feng’s publications -----Wiki on China’s Cultural Revolution Songs/Music ----- André Rieu plays Shostakovich - Gadfly Violin Concerto -----Maria Callasa singing Puccini - O mio babbino caro -----USSR Symphony Orchestra – conducted byt Yevgeny Svetlanov - Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov - Scheherazade: The Sea and Sinbad's Ship [Part 1/4] ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
Apr 25, 2021
|
May 04, 2021
|
Jan 13, 2021
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
1947793780
| 9781947793781
| 1947793780
| 3.86
| 1,576
| Mar 26, 2020
| Nov 10, 2020
|
it was amazing
| …the way Una thought about it, without folklore and traditions, surely Ireland didn’t really exist? Surely it might just as well be England or Fran …the way Una thought about it, without folklore and traditions, surely Ireland didn’t really exist? Surely it might just as well be England or France or anywhere else (give or take an endless soak of rain)? So just as there were those who preserved the country’s mother tongue and those who saved up all the country’s native stories, there were those like her father who devoted their lives to maintaining the country’s old beliefs.-------------------------------------- …these days you heard less and less about those ancient superstitions, and all the old tales cast aside for future progress.The story opens in 2018. A photographer is about to have a long sought solo show in New York City. We get a look at the shot that could define his career, of a clothed dead man hanging upside down from hooks that pierce his feet in a small Irish farm building. It is called The Butcher. He took it twenty-two years earlier. Sooooo, what happened? Who is this person, and how did he wind up in such a position? We will return to 2018 in three interludes and a resolution. But the story takes place back around the time this outrage occurred. [image] Ruth Gilligan - image from The Irish Times 1996. Ireland. A time of change. The old being replaced by the new. The border between Ireland and it’s northern, UK portion, despite both nations being members of the EEU, remains a fraught line. The arrival of Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy (aka BSE and Mad Cow Disease) in the UK has put Ireland into an enviable position, as Irish cows have not been found to be suffering from this, yet. The result is a boost in demand, great for any in the meat business, and not half bad for the economy overall. But will greed spoil the boon? Some are looking to make even more money by smuggling Northern Irish cows and meat south, and selling them as Irish, endangering the entire Irish meat industry. The Celtic Tiger boom of the ‘90s into the aughts was in full roar. A backwater economy was becoming one of the wealthier ones in Europe, as Ireland engaged more and more with the world beyond. But there were still remnants of the ancient, the lore and story of the land, and there were still people who were committed to old ways, birthed by legend, but still practiced in the real world. She explained how a farmer’s wife had lost her entire family a way back in some ancient war, so in her devastation she had placed a curse which dictated certain rules around killing cattle.People called The Believers continue the ancient tradition. The Butchers of the title consist of a group of eight men who travel to farms owned by other Believers, to slaughter their cattle in a prescribed ritual, traveling much of the year to ply their trade. We follow four characters, flicking back and forth between County Cavan and County Monaghan both bordering Northern Ireland. In the first, Una’s father, Cuch, is setting off for his lengthy tour of the nation as one of the team of Butchers, leaving his wife and 12-year-old daughter for eleven months of the year. Una is new to regular school, having been home-schooled until recently. Her family’s old-time religion makes her an oddball, so she endures the sort of social hazing one expects of creatures that age. But she dreams of becoming a Butcher herself, and practices, using trapped mice and lego men. Gra, 41, is Una’s mother and is plenty tired of having her husband gone for so much of the year, not just for herself, but for the fathering their daughter is missing. She is changing from acceptance of an unsustainable existence to wanting to define her own life, eager to pursue her own interests Fionn McReady, in County Monaghan, a “small-holder” now, has reduced the size of his farm, is semi-retired, but still keeps some livestock. His wife, Eileen, has been diagnosed with a tumor, and the usual treatments are ineffective. He learns, though, of a new experimental, and thus not covered by insurance, treatment, available in Dublin. But, dear God, the cost. Fionn had engaged in a bit of criminality as a youth, with his father, and now the only way he can hope to cover the expense of treating Eileen is to step back over the line to illegality, with the obvious risks, and not just from the Garda. The fellow he would ultimately be working for is known to have a short temper and zero tolerance for failure. But what other options are there, really, to have a shot at saving his beloved wife? Davey is Fionn’s disappointment of a son. Not exactly farmer material, Davey is fascinated by classics. The story of the minotaur is far more interesting to him than the livestock out back. He tends to see life through the lens of classic mythology. He is about to take his final exams, which will determine his future, and he is counting on testing well enough to earn a spot in college in Dublin. He is desperate to go. The odds are good. Davey and Una are both going through coming of age adventures, complete with forms of sexual awakening, finding their strengths, defining their edges and forward directions. Gra is going through her own burst of self-confidence and actualization. Together these reflect the changes in Ireland itself, becoming more involved with the world, for good or ill, expanding their sense of self, trying new things, experimenting, taking chances, becoming more. Fionn’s journey is less about personal transformation than it is about a willingness to cross the line to fill a need. It is not a big leap to see in this the overreach, the greed and corruption that helped skin The Celtic Tiger, leading Ireland to a major recession. The central tension of the book is between the old and the new, the old being not just the social norms, but the lore of Ireland, and by inference all societies. Homosexuality, for example, had recently been decriminalized. Legalization of divorce had been approved in a referendum and was soon to be signed into law. How jarring this must be to rural communities that have long been wedded to ancient tradition. How we define ourselves, as individuals and as a people, a nation, is tied up in the stories we tell about ancestors, our past. Davey’s interest in the classics offers a look at how Greek, and thus western culture, has a rich history, an iconographic lens through which we understand common human experience. He applies Greek mythology to his contemporary Irish life. Gilligan offers a passel of examples of local lore. These are delicious. There is a superstition of lame cows giving the sweetest milk. An old woman down in Carrickmacross…was said to have “The Cure”—the ancient Irish gift for healing. Naming your dog Blackfoot would somehow offer extra protection to your cows. Locals…still believed rowan berries kept you safe from being captured by the fairies. And if you were thinking of checking the google machine for the historical Butchers, don’t bother. In an interview with The Irish Examiner: Gilligan admits to having made it all up. “The butchers themselves, as an idea, they are a conglomerate of loads of different kind of traditions and superstitions and myths about cattle that I just found in my research, and I just brought them all together and formed the butchers.” Part of the fun of it, I suppose is that like, it kind of could be real. It’s as real as any other set of the many, many traditions and superstitions that we still hold on to.”The triumph of this book is that Ruth Gilligan has incorporated into a set of coming-of-age stories, that already carry the payload of looking at the changes in Ireland during a period of great upheaval, a wonderful mystery. Who is the dead man hanging by his feet? How did he come to be there? And who is responsible? The Butchers is a prime, choice cut of a read, a whodunit, who-am-I, what-are-we, where-are-we-going literary feast that is as satisfying as it is delicious. Trust me on this one. I wouldn’t steer you wrong. (view spoiler)[And you’ll loin something too. Sorry. (hide spoiler)] There were days Ireland felt modern, and days it felt anything but. Review posted – November 27, 2020 Publication dates ----------November 10, 2020 - hardcover ----------November 16, 2021 - trade paperback I received an ARE of this book from the American publisher, Tin House Books, in return for an honest review and a boneless ribeye roast. It was published by Atlantic Books across the pond on January 2, 2020, as The Butchers Thanks also to MC, who did not have a steak in its being reviewed, for pointing me to this. You know who you are. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, FB, and Twitter pages Interviews -----The Irish Times - Ruth Gilligan Q&A: ‘the tension between modern and ancient Ireland fascinates me’ -----Irish Examiner - Ruth Gilligan's new novel timely published during Covid-19 crisis by Eoghan O’Sullivan -----Narrative 4 - Ruth Gilligan and the Butchers Songs/Music -----Eimar Quinn - The Voice - mentioned in Chapter 6 – Ireland’s winning entry in the 1996 Eurovision contest ----- Underworld - Born Slippy Items of Interest – by the author -----Gilligan on the sources of her ideas for the novel - 13:34 -----On writing body language - 3:49 – video -----On writing dialogue - 4:30 -----Short story on Bansheelit - The Night of the Big Wind Items of Interest -----Contagion Biopolitics and Cultural Memory - Mad Cows and Eco-Pandemic Irish Literature -----The Butcher Boy - Gra gives this book to Ronan during the time she is helping him with his photo project ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
Oct 24, 2020
|
Nov 10, 2020
|
Nov 10, 2020
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
0063049856
| 9780063049857
| B087CL4TXH
| 3.75
| 5,867
| Jan 05, 2021
| Jan 05, 2021
|
really liked it
| Ooh, a storm is threateningThe Ooh, a storm is threateningThe 80s, late Spring. Faye Gallagher, a widowed single mother to five, has bloody well had it. Thomas and Ellen will not stop going at each other in the back seat, particularly Ellen, who, although a small 12 year-old, packs a powerful rage, and redirects that weapon at her mother, definitely playing with fire. Mom blows a final gasket and orders her out of the car, five miles from home. Faye then drives on with the rest of her brood, to their house in the Philadelphia suburbs, leaving Ellen to hoof it on her own, just as the sun is setting. This event is the spark that gets the blaze of this story going. [image] Una Mannion - image from her site We see the ensuing events through the eyes of 14-year-old Libby. Each of the Gallagher kids has a particular interest. For Libby it is trees, the product of a cherished book her late father had given her for Christmas, The Field Guide to Trees of North America. I grew up on the edge of a hiking trail surrounded by woods and it was deeply formative for me. When I started writing, I found I kept coming back to those woods and trails. For me it is the site of my first yearnings and loss, the home I can never get back to. It is also a geography that resonates with other stories. We were always conscious not just of the Revolutionary War but the Lenape stories connected to the topography. It felt like hallowed ground and we spent an inordinate amount of time in those woods. It became, for me, an imaginative landscape, a place I can still conjure, the turns of the trail, how the light falls through the canopy, the tree roots that break through the surface. - from the Blue Nib interviewMarie, almost 18, is getting ready to leave the nest, heading for school in Philly in the coming term. Dad had given her the two volume Illustrated History of Rock and Roll. Thomas is 16, highest GPA in his class, a card-carrying nerd, who never cries. He got The Illustrated Encyclopedia of Astronomy and Space. Ellen, possessor of a considerable artistic gift, got a book on Art History, and Beatrice, 7, received a book on dog breeds. It might be that she is a half-sister to the others. Libby’s description of her world is rich with woodsy references. Her arboreal lens permeates the novel. …as I walked toward Sage’s, I listened to the click of crickets at the wood’s edge, the slight whisper of trees, the sounds of the mountain, as if there were another frequency to hear and to be moved by. I wondered if one day I would have the same wrenching longing for this place that my father had for the sounds he’d heard growing up.Pop was out of the picture for too much of her life, divorced from her mother, and then dead way too young, but she remembers him very fondly. He is very reminiscent of Mannion’s Da, in origin and profession. My father, as an Irish immigrant in America, loved literature. He was a landscaper and we’d be in his truck and he’s start reciting something. He’d recite lines from The Deserted Village from Oliver Goldsmith. The Song of Wandering Aengus was also one he recited a lot. My father would have such awe of these words and the power of words to transform you emotionally but also words to transform a situation. - from the Dodging the Rain interviewLibby has a bff in Sage, who is, unsurprisingly, given her name, wise beyond her years. She is very fond of quoting the literature of her experience, Rolling Stones lyrics to, herself, transform situations, like a religious person who might be able to dredge up the exact right chapter and verse from a different source. Libby and Sage have a special hangout in the woods, The Kingdom, an off-the-path hideout where they can be their truest selves with each other. I walked down Horseshoe Trail toward the Kingdom, a secret fort Sage and I had made several summers before. Ahead of me was the crooked tree, our marker for leaving the path to circle into the Kingdom from the back, a routine we had so that there would never be a trace of track or footfall for anyone else to find. We imagined that the crooked tree was one of the ones Indians had used as signposts along the trail to signal where there was good hunting or soft ground for shelter. It was an oak that had started to grow upright, but suddenly the trunk made a complete right angle for two or three feet and then grew straight again. Before the Kingdom ever existed, Dad showed me the tree. He said it might have been a marker, but it could also have been caused by a bigger tree falling on the oak when it was young and then over time the bigger tree rotted and fell apart. The young tree survived but was left with this strange shape.So, is Libby the crooked tree of the title? Is Ellen? Are we all bent into odd shapes by our experiences growing up? Mom has a tough time of it all, working as an ER receptionist, having to cope with her kids, while also wanting to get some satisfaction in a social life. The children are not always supervised and this presents some cause for concern, as, if anything bad were to happen to them while she was unavailable, her parental rights might be jeopardized. While it is clear that Faye loves her kids, she is also willing to be absent maybe more than is ok, an element of the author’s life that she has incorporated into several of her works of fiction. I often think I write more about being a child and the absence of a mother and wanting a mother. The earth maybe in a way is mothering me. - from the Dodging the Rain interviewAs the family copes with the collateral effects of Ellen’s abandonment, we follow Libby as she goes through ups and downs with her bff, has to contend with the changes in her adolescent world, tries to figure out who she is and where she fits in, gains awareness of some of the hostile actors in the world, learns to identify who to trust, and maybe channels a bit of Harriet the Spy. Pretty classic coming of age material. It is certainly a world in which secrets, lies, and rumors abound. A nearby house is said to be occupied by a member of the Manson family. There is a very large secret in a family for whom Libby babysits. And she recalls another dark tale from an experience with another family. Many stories have attached themselves to Wilson, a motorcycle-driving young friend of Marie’s who seems too old to be hanging about with the likes of the Gallagher kids. He is the Knight errant here, or is it Knight erroneous? Or is he up to something totally not ok? Libby is highly suspicious of him. (What’s puzzling her is the nature of his game) In short, this is a moving novel, rich with the experience of adolescence, but elevated by the use of Libby’s sylvan perspective. You will want answers to the questions that are raised, and will care about Libby, an everygirl even us guy readers can relate to. We all had uncertainties at Libby’s age, who we are, who we want to be, what is possible, how to deal with our parents, with other kids’ parents, who to trust. You may not always be able to get what you want in a novel, but in A Crooked Tree, you will definitely get what you need. Beside us, the shadows of dogwoods blurred in the dark as my mother kept driving, each tree hemmed in a halo of white where the bracts had fallen. Review posted – 12/18/2020 Publication dates ----------USA - 1/5/2021 - Harper ----------UK – 1/21/2021 – Faber and Faber =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and Instagram pages Interviews -----2020 - The Blue Nib Literary Magazine - Una Mannion in conversation with Dave Kavanagh -----2017 – Dodging the Rain - Interview with Una Mannion, Award-Winning Author -----2017 - North West Words - North West Words Interview with Una Mannion - Autumn/Winter Issue 8 - page 39 Songs/Music -----Rolling Stones - Jumpin Jack Flash -----Supertramp - The Logical Song Supertramp –plays in Jack’s Datsun as they drive to the towers -----Xray spex - Oh Bondage, Up Yours - Marie and Wilson talk about Poly Styrene -----Rolling Stones - Mother’s Little Helper - re Wilson’s mother’s supply -----Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb - played in a dodgy person’s vehicle -----Rolling Stones - Wild Horses - when Libby goes to see Sage at Sage’s house after the mall run-in with the creep -----AC/DC - You Shook Me All Night Long - at the towers hangout -----Rolling Stones - She’s a Rainbow - on the car radio after they all get ice cream at Guernsey Cow -----Rolling Stones - Paint it Black after Libby has let slip a big secret and feels sooooo guilty Items of Interest -----Literary Hub - excerpt -----Oliver Goldsmith - The Deserted Village - Libby recalls her father quoting from this poem -----William Butler Yeats - The Song of Wandering Aengus - ditto ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
Nov 11, 2020
|
Nov 27, 2020
|
Aug 07, 2020
|
Kindle Edition
| |||||||||||||||
0062905325
| 9780062905321
| 0062905325
| 3.41
| 3,752
| Jun 11, 2020
| Jun 16, 2020
|
really liked it
| An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind - Buddh An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind - Buddha--------------------------------------- The beginning I know for sure. Once upon a time, My father went to the Levitation Center. I also know the next part: and he never came back.Sixteen-year-old Olivia Ellis is on a mission. Her father vanished about a year ago. Not on the best of terms with her mother, she has left home and signed herself into the last place she had known him to be, hoping to dig up some clues to his current whereabouts. The Levitation Center (not its real name), which Olivia calls Buddhist Boot Camp for Bad Girls, (dare we suggest Dharma Drilling for the Damaged? No? Oh, ok) runs an annual summer program for teens. Learn some Japanese floral arranging, meditation techniques, archery, and gardening, among other things over the eight-week session. The campers are a motley crew, with a diversity of dark tales to tell. They were slick-finish girls, cat-eye girls, hot-blood girls. They were girls who reveled. They were girls who liked boys and back seats, who slid things that weren’t theirs into tight pockets, who lit fires and did doughnuts in the high school parking lot. They were girls who left marks. They were girls who snuck. Girls who drank whiskey and worse by the waterfront…They were girls who ran away, who inked their own arms with needles and ballpoint pens, who got things pierced below the neck. (none of them named Heather, as far as I can recall)And then there is Serena. She has been at the camp for some years, more of an institution than a regular. She does not sleep in dorms with the other girls, but lives in a fancy tent, among those available for the more fiscally able. She is one of those people who draws all eyes to her. Wicked smart, attractive, but not necessarily the prettiest, there is a presence to her that is compelling. She has two acolytes, Lauren and Janet. Olivia is drawn to her, becoming a part of their small circle. Serena sets the group a mission, by summer’s end, learn to levitate. [image] Emily Temple - image from her site - maybe searching for a cabin? Serena and her crew go through a range of activities designed to elevate their consciousness, or something. The Feeling exercise they engage in is a fun bit of ASMR nerve stimulation. I get all tingly just thinking about it. They try to ease the heavy lifting with a bit of weight reduction, in a nettlesome way. And see what they might do to seduce the studly 23 yo gardener, who is reputed to know things, into giving them the lowdown on how to elevate their game. Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals- BuddhaThere is a fairy tale aspect to The Lightness, from using Once upon a time to having to go through the woods to learn truths. From there being the equivalent of a huntsman’s cabin in those woods, to a magical meeting place. From a local legend about a weeping willow carving lines in a cliff-face with its tears to Laurel’s idyllic vision of what American teenage life looks like. Rumors abound about Serena being maybe a witch or a werewolf or engaging in bizarre, dire activities involving blood. …she seemed to have sprung from the ground, as much a part of the landscape as the rock beneath her thighs, as unconcerned and constant as the punishing heat itself.And the girls engage in plenty of magical thinking to fill this motif out even more. My disappointments in the book are slight. Olivia is pretty well organized to have gotten herself into the Center, yet does remarkably little to actually dig into dad’s records there. It seemed to me that settling, for the most part, on connecting with daddy dearest by learning what he might have learned seemed inconsistent. But, then, teenager. This is, after all, a coming of age novel, so inconsistency is a part of the landscape. A big piece of Olivia’s growth is experiencing a range of desires, and sustaining an inner dialogue about them. She wants what she wants, but struggles with what is right, although she is well aware that she is corruptible. She is far from alone in facing such challenges. And they are not all sexual in nature. Ambition looms large. What is she willing to do, to herself or others, in order to realize her desires? What are her limits, our limits, physically and morally? There is a thriller/suspense core that Temple manages to keep aloft throughout. We know from the prologue that something terrible has happened. The story is told from adult Olivia’s perspective, so we know she gets through it all, physically, anyway. But she keeps reminding us, in case we forgot, that something awful happened that summer and we should keep wondering what it is, how it will happen, and who will not make it through. This worked well enough, I suppose, in sustaining, even ramping up tension, but I sometimes felt like I was in a classroom in which the teacher clapped his/her hands very loudly every so often to make sure everyone was paying attention, when I was one of the people who had been awake the whole time. If I had known what was going to happen that summer, maybe I would have paid more attention to HarrietOne feature that I found fun was Olivia’s word dives into the etymology of words, phrases, or passing thoughts, things like our need to destroy cuteness, the expression ”what’s the matter?”, the word thrall. I expect some readers might find these distracting. Not me. I quite enjoyed them, in fact, as they were not only informative but contributed to the surrounding subject matter. Adolescence can be (was) a fraught time for many of us, male and female, featuring volcanic emotional angst even under normal conditions. Toss in the misery of your favorite parent disappearing, then falling in with a charismatic sort who is inspiring, compelling, and possibly dangerous, stir the cauldron with some specific sexual attractions, and a group of other teens coping with their own forms of madness, trying to overcome, or at least trying to gain some mastery over the weight of desire, the heavy load of becoming and maybe the clutches of gravity. And, in the telling, knowing that it will all go to hell in a terminal way. The Lightness is an engaging, coming-of-age suspense thriller that will make you smile, fret, wonder, and consider where limits lie. Not saying you will bang your head on the ceiling while reading this, but it may very well lift your literary spirits. No one saves us but ourselves - Buddha Review posted – June 12, 2020 Publication dates ----------June 16, 2020 - hardcover ----------June 22, 2021 - trade paperback =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, LinkedIn, and Instagram pages Emily Temple is the managing editor at Literary Hub. The Lightness is her first novel. Other Writing by Temple -----Literary Hub - Emily Temple on Translating a Decade of Internet Writing into a Debut Novel -----All her stories in The Atlantic -----All her stories in Literary Hub -----All her stories in Refinery 29 -----All her stories in Redef -----Links to other writing in her site -----A story by Temple - Plan of the Peak Cavern -----A story by Temple - Better Homes Items of Interest -----Wiki on Dhammapada -----The Dhammapada Full Text -----Tummo Meditation ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
May 23, 2020
|
Jun 06, 2020
|
May 23, 2020
|
Hardcover
| |||||||||||||||
0062964054
| 9780062964052
| 0062964054
| 4.29
| 16,453
| May 07, 2020
| May 12, 2020
|
really liked it
| Wissen ist macht--------------------------------------- Is there anyone who is truly as they appear?In 1929, when Herta Heinrich (Hetty) is se Wissen ist macht--------------------------------------- Is there anyone who is truly as they appear?In 1929, when Herta Heinrich (Hetty) is seven years old, she falls off a jetty into a lake while on a family outing. Her older brother Karl’s friend comes to the rescue, pulling Hetty from the water before she can drown. I finally gather the courage to look directly at Walter. His wavy blond hair is half dry, half wet. He’s saying something to Karl, but then he turns and looks at me and his face breaks into a smile. His eyes are the warmest, kindest blue.The story picks up four years later, from which point we follow Hetty’s travails from pre-adolescence to early adulthood as Germany goes through a radical change. [image] Louise Fein - image from her Twitter pix How could anyone possibly have supported Adolph Hitler? What kind of monster must any supporter have been to go along with the rank madness of the Nazi Party? One major element was the impact of relentless propaganda on impressionable minds. My original plan had been to write the book from the Jewish experience. But the more I learned, the more I wanted to understand the mindset of the Nazis. How could a people, a deeply civilized, democratic nation, become so unbelievably cruel; to de-humanise one another, and commit atrocities on such an unimaginable scale? The more I read, the more I realised that what I wanted to say could perhaps be more powerfully told if I were to climb inside the head of a Nazi. To tell the tale of someone young, who was fed a twisted ideology, taught hatred from day one. Someone who knew no other way. What could possibly change their outlook, when it went so against everything their family and the society around them believed? - from Why I Wrote This Book on Fein’s websiteHetty is molded by the messages that pervade her world. We follow her through the stages of her exposure, both to the party messaging and, later, to alternate perspectives. When she pets a neighbor’s cute dog, her mother is horrified, warning her that she must not talk to those “Dirty pigs, Jews.” Her father is an SS officer charged with using a local newspaper to spread propaganda. Hetty does not really understand what this is about, but eventually Vati spells it out for her, …there is no such thing as news per se. News is power, wrapped in a message, presented, told and retold. With this newspaper…I have the power to put into the world what I want, and in the way I would have the masses understand. Do you realize what supremacy, what authority that gives me?It might remind folks of a quote from Roger Ailes, Truth is whatever people will believe. Nazi radio is de rigeur in the Heinrich household, with Hitler’s speeches a major highlight. Hetty has so incorporated the ethos of Hitler uber alles that she harbors an inner Fuhrer, a dark conscience of sorts, who speaks to her when she is faced with difficult choices. This is heightened when she attends a major party event and sees Hitler himself. It is very reminiscent of the Hitler projection in the film Jojo Rabbit. Hetty’s brother Karl is an eager member of the Hitler Jungen. Hetty becomes a member of the BDM, or Bund Deutscher Mädel, The League of German Girls. This is intended to mold young German females into compliant brood mares for the manufacture of more Nazis, and supportive hausfraus for Nazi officers. Not exactly what Hetty has in mind for her future. Having helped her mother with a home for war veterans, she feels powerfully drawn to becoming a doctor. The Nazi world is not receptive to such dreams, even if her motivation is to help the Reich. [image] Image from emaze.com Hetty is no paragon. She buys in to the insanity, behaving in ways that make us cringe. But is this because she is a bad person, or because she doesn’t know any better? She is, after all, rather young. But as events progress, she is exposed to alternate perspectives. The major push in this direction is when she becomes reacquainted with her young savior, Walter, now a handsome young man. Hetty had been smitten with Walter since that fateful day, and cannot accept that all the awful things she has been taught about Jews could possibly be true, given that Walter is Jewish. Capulet, meet Montague, and the challenge is on. What can one, or two people do when faced with such an overwhelmingly dark social force? Her struggle, and education, intensify once they find each other, bolstered by her gaining the insight that knowledge is power. I didn’t set out to write a love story per se, but in thinking about what would change someone’s thinking, when they had been so thoroughly and successfully groomed into the perfect Nazi, what could possibly change their mind? Realistically, the answer had to be love. - from the BusyWords interviewHypocrisy is, of course, rampant, and Hetty begins to see past the images to the reality, both in people close to her and in the wider political context. There are others for whom their façade is not of the two-faced, hypocritical sort, but cover, necessary for survival. Makes it tough to take anyone at face value, and very difficult to know who one can trust. The story is told in a linear narrative, from Hetty’s point of view, no back and forth time jumps, and only occasional takes from other characters, via correspondence. Fein gives Hetty a journal to ease the expression of thoughts and feelings her young heroine might have, but which would be tough to deliver in dialogue. We get a feel for the time and place, see some of the nuts and bolts of how extremist racist views are promoted and then implemented in the real world. References are made to the camps, but we are spared the worst of that. Krystallnacht, and the planning that lead up to it, are shown with chilling effectiveness. [image] Local residents watch the burning of the ceremonial hall at the Jewish cemetery in Graz during Kristallnacht (the Night of Broken Glass). Graz, Austria, November 9-10, 1938 – image from History Collection Fein has a personal connection to the story. He father was a German Jew from Leipzig. I always wanted to write something about my father’s background because I knew so little about it. He died when I was seventeen and I never really got a chance to speak with him about it. - from her People Like Us book launch videoWhile she knew that she wanted to write a book of fiction, she also had to do considerable research to get the details of the place and time right. Street names, for instance, often changed within the timeframe of the novel. I had the benefit of a large collection of family papers, including contemporaneous diaries, photos, letters, official documents etc, all of which are now lodged with the University of Sussex’s Centre of German-Jewish Studies. This was a rich resource of contemporaneous lives, told in the raw, with no benefit of hindsight, no retrospective view through the filter of history.- from the BusyWords interviewA particular theme that comes through is the powerless of women. It was very clear that even if Hetty loved and admired Hitler, and wanted to serve the nation, there were only certain sorts of services that were available to her. This is also reflected in her dealings with male peers, including her brother, who tend to dismiss her opinions and perceptions as delusional. But some people find ways to get around the craziness. The relationships she has are complicated, with her mother, with her friend Erna, a male friend who becomes a suitor, with Walter, and with the family staff. These were handled quite well, making Hetty a believable character, and far more than a BDM Stepford teen. Her growth and education are credible, as is her susceptibility to massive, pervasive, evil propaganda. The portrayals of males, per se, in the book seemed more black-and-white-ish, than those of the females, who were more fully realized. And, of course, the romance is both wonderful and fraught. The book is a bit long but reads fast, so don’t be put off by that. In short, Daughter of the Reich is a marvelous, moving account of a relatable, vulnerable person during a period of great upheaval and madness, a young woman coming of age in a dark time. It offers a first person look at the events of the 1930s, without the hindsight with which we now see that era. It is deeply moving, as well as disturbing, reminding us just how the forces of darkness go about turning off all the lights, in history and today. It is a lesson worth remembering, and Hetty’s story (the sorrows of young Herta?) helps keep that lesson brightly lit in our minds. Review first posted – May 22, 2020 Publication date – May 12, 2020 – US - hardcover The novel is titled People Like Us in the UK, Australia and NZ and as De Dochter van De Nazi in The Netherlands =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews -----Author Stories - Episode 877 | Louise Fein Interview by Hank Garner – audio – 27:59 – begin at 2:30 -----Busywords -Meet Louise Fein by Edward James -----Virtual launch event:Part 2- Louise Fein (Daughter of the Reich) with Meg Waite Clayton Items of Interest ----- A brief video intro to the book by the author -----Louise Fein’s - People Like Us Book Launch - video – 59:45 - start at 14:00 -----Louise Fein - Why I Wrote This Book - from her website -----Yad Vashem - From the Testimony of Hillel Shechter about Jewish Life in Leipzig During the 1930’s -----The League of German Girls -----E-maze – a slideshow on The Hitler Youth ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
not set
|
May 11, 2020
|
May 11, 2020
|
Paperback
| |||||||||||||||
1982121491
| 9781982121495
| 1982121491
| 4.04
| 4,566
| Nov 24, 2020
| Nov 24, 2020
|
it was amazing
| “What did they see, Mama?” I murmured to her. “What was it that came to meet the birds that flew into the west?” “What did they see, Mama?” I murmured to her. “What was it that came to meet the birds that flew into the west?”--------------------------------------- …not all migrations end with a return home. Every memory begins to cut if you hold onto it too tight.Reading Zeyn Joukhadar’s The Thirty Names of Night is like walking through an incredibly rich and diverse aviary. Our attention is drawn to each flying thing as it comes into our visual range. No sooner do we coo at the beauty of the last than another feathered image hops into view. As in an actual aviary, there is an entrance and an exit. The flocks, and individuals, provide a landscape as we pass through dips and rises in the path, arriving at recognitions as we reach the end. There is a lot going on here. [image] Zeyn Joukhadar - image from his FB profile pix There are three generations and two alternating narrators in this beautiful novel. The twenty-something unnamed (well, for most of the book anyway) narrator is busy creating a mural in what once was Little Syria, before the neighborhood was mostly razed to make the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel and the World Trade Center. One of the last remnants is an old community house. Led by an owl (not the Hogwarts sort, although it does, in a way, carry a message) to a particular place inside the building, he discovers a hidden journal, left by a woman missing for sixty years, a woman his mother had very much admired. He had been looking for clues to his late mother’s life in her old neighborhood, so this is a rich find. [image] “The Syrian Colony” – image from Paris Review article Laila Z was a Syrian immigrant, whose family moved from their troubled home to New York in the 1930s, when she was a teenager. In addition to the usual emotional trauma of such a move, Laila was broken-hearted at having to leave the love of her life. In New York, she begins writing to her lost love, whom we know only as “B” or “little wing.” Laila’s journal makes up half the story. Our contemporary narrator tells his story as he talks to his late mother, whose ghost he can see. Chapters alternate. [image] Canada Goose Learning about Laila’s life reveals an unsuspected history of gay and trans people from another era. Laila and our unnamed narrator have much in common. Laila was born in Syria, the narrator was born in the USA of Syrian stock. Laila was a gifted painter of birds. Our narrator is as well, using chalk instead of aquatint. Laila, in the 1930s, dared to love outside the acceptable norms of her culture. Our narrator finds himself struggling to find his way while born into a female body. [image] A Hudhud or Hoopoe - image from Oiseaux.net There is a mystery at the center that keeps things moving along. Laila had made a name for herself in the USA as an exceptional artist, specializing in birds. One pair she drew was a new species she had seen, nesting in New York, Geronticus simurghus, a kind of ibis. It is known that she’d done so, but the final image had never been found. Through a friend, our contemporary narrator meets Qamar, the granddaughter of a black ornithologist who’d worked in the 1920s and 1930s. He had been the first to describe this new species, but had never been taken seriously, in the absence of corroboration. Laila’s missing artwork would provide that, and allow Qamar to complete her grandfather’s work. What happened to that piece, and what became of Laila? G. simurghus was named by its discoverer for a character in the Persian poem The Conference of the Birds. If Simorgh unveils its face to you, you will findThe central, peripheral, overhead, and underfoot imagery in this novel is BIRDS. This includes tales from ancient classics, like the one above. Joukhadar infuses nearly every page with birds, real, magically real, drawn, painted, folded, and sometimes by allusion. Flocks appear, to enhance events. Goldfinches swarm during a building demolition. Forty-eight sparrows fall from the sky on the fifth anniversary of the narrator’s mother’s death. The first funeral I attended was held under a black froth of wings. The deceased was a crow that had been gashed in the belly by a red-tailed hawk…That was the day my body started conspiring against me. I’d gotten my period.B makes Laila a gift, a piece of a dead kite they had tried to save, fallen feathers stitched back to make a magnificent silver-white wing. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Our narrator’s mother had been an ornithologist. A close friend of his mother operates a bird-rescue aviary in Queens. An evening at a club entails people dancing, using very bird-like movements. Birds are both expressions of freedom and reflections of a divine presence. They are manifestations of underlying forces and sources of purest love and beauty. They are a means by which people connect with other people. [image] Passenger Pigeon by Robert Havell - image from the National Gallery of Art As our contemporary narrator struggles through finding the answer to the rest of Laila’s story, and figuring out what had happened to that special aquatint, he struggles as well with defining who he is. This is something with which Joukhadar is familiar. Zeyn came out publicly in Spring 2019 as transgender, and is now using he/him pronouns. This is not the only transition he has gone through. After earning a Ph.D in Medical Sciences from Brown, and working as a researcher for several years, he moved on to pursuing writing as a full-time gig. He is very interested in the immigrant experience, and the status of Muslims in the USA. I am tied by blood to Syria, and the country where my father was born is suffering while the country in which I was born still views us as not fully American. Where, then, does that leave me? And for people of Syrian descent living in diaspora, particularly for the generation of children who will grow up in exile because their parents left Syria for safety reasons, what can we take with us? What do we carry with us that cannot be lost? - from the Goodreads interview [image] Yellow Crowned Night Heron - by John James Audubon - image from Wayfair Go slowly through this one. There is much to take in, from the avian imagery to the tales of Laila and our narrator, from the flight from Syria to making a home in Manhattan’s Little Syria, from the destruction of that neighborhood to its migration to Brooklyn, from bloody events summoning revelations to love and connection across generations, from the real to the magical, from a portrait of a long-ago place to a look at today, from a place of not knowing to seeing truths beneath the surface. The Thirty Names of Night is a remarkable novel. Spread your wings, catch a thermal and hover. Take in the considerable landscape of content and artistry provided here. This aviary is very tall and there is so much to see. We parted. I wiped my face with the back of my hand. Review posted – June 5, 2020 Publication dates ----------Hardcover was supposed to be May 19, 2020 – but got CV19’d to November 3, 2020 ----------Trade paperback - July 13, 2021 I received an ARE of this book from Atria in return for a few seeds, worms, and some extra twigs for nest fortifications. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, GR, Instagram, and FB pages Interviews - for his earlier book – recent interviews have eluded me -----The Booklist Reader- Syria and Synesthesia: An Interview with Debut Author Zeyn Joukhadar By Biz Hyzy -----Goodreads - Debut Author Snapshot: Jennifer Zeynab Joukhadar Songs/Music -----Fairuz - Ya Tayr -----Little Wing - Hendrix (live) -----The Wind Beneath My Wings Items of Interest -----Paris Review - Little Syria by Angela Serratore -----Wikipedia- Little Syria -----The National - The battle to save New York's 'Little Syria' from being forgotten -----6SqFt - The history of Little Syria and an immigrant community’s lasting legacy- by Dana Schulz -----Adubon’s Birds of America -----Birds in Islamic Culture -----The Cornell Lab Bird Academy - Everything You Need To Know About Feathers by Mya Thompson ----- Public Domain Review - Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing by Qazwini -----Wikipedia - The Conference of the Birds by Maqāmāt-uṭ-Ṭuyūr ...more |
Notes are private!
|
1
|
May 10, 2020
|
May 24, 2020
|
May 10, 2020
|
Hardcover
|
![Loading trans](https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/loading-trans-ced157046184c3bc7c180ffbfc6825a4.gif)
15 of 15 loaded