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| “Aegean’s full of the restless dead,” she said and made the sign of the cross. Her husband laughed. “You sound like an old woman.” He held her head be “Aegean’s full of the restless dead,” she said and made the sign of the cross. Her husband laughed. “You sound like an old woman.” He held her head between his hands. “The dead are dead.” She twisted from his hold. “It isn’t safe.” - from The Sea Cemetery Chase shot his wife, Rebecca, a sarcastic grimace. “I don’t see how anyone could miss that monstrosity.” He motioned to the large, yellow and white confection with its ornate tower. It dripped gingerbread and confused the eye with its many gables and dormers. - from Sandcastles I felt an unexplained, strange vibe about this place, but couldn’t understand why. - from The Stumpville AffairOut in time for the holidays, Exhumed offers a baker’s dozen short stories of the horror persuasion, introduced by GR Hall-of-Famer, Jeffrey Keeten, at long last bringing in a few shekels for his top-tier writing skills. I included a link in EXTRA STUFF to a video of JK reading his intro. The stories range from scary monsters to scary humans, from ghosts to werewolves, covering many subjects familiar in horror; revenge, guilt, comeuppance, dark prophecy, inexplicable imprisonment by a faceless jailer, madness, magical objects, magical power, and possession. It all begins with a Yuletide tale. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, well, until, that is, the persistent whisperings began echoing down the flue every year, only to vanish on the 26th. I still enjoy reading The Polar Express to my [image] David Yurkovish - editor of the collection, looking like he just got away with something awful The collection features a handful of stories having to do with the beach, or aqueous locales, which summons to mind a bit of scariness of my own. When I found a body on the beach, while out walking my golden retriever, Bloch, just this summer past, there was a moment when I was uncertain. Did we just find him there, or had I put him there? That cut across the neck certainly did look like one of mine, although I do not usually engage in such antics so close to home. I will definitely have to check the cutlery at home, make sure everything is clean. One of the downsides of getting older. Some things just slip past, ya know? The sea certainly offers up some terrors of its own, like encroaching surf, restless dead, or relentless reminders of things we’d rather forget, for example. In Darkness, Lost brings us two brothers who are trapped by a seemingly seamless vessel on the beach, but have no idea what it is or how to get out. The Sandcastle offers a look at what can remain and A lifetime ago, I used to ride the PATH train between Manhattan and Newark, passing factories of unknown sort in the unpopulated marshland between. One factory, when all lit up, particularly at night, seemed to me a fascinating image of a post-apocalyptic hell. I can’t be sure what I saw--because, ya know, me a bit sleepy heading home from work, darkness, moving train, with a bit of bouncing, interior light reflecting off the windows--but I could have sworn at least one of the flames arcing out of that place took on a human form, and headed toward the tracks. It was only the one time. I never saw it again. I only worked in Newark for a year, so did not have much opportunity for a repeat. I’m sure it was nothing. I am sure you have had the experience of falling asleep on a bus, a train, or even as a passenger in a car, and waking up to find yourself seeing a strange sight, or maybe being in a strange place. In Violet’s Blossoms, Jessica emerges from an unpleasant dream on a bus to debark in Shadow Hills. The name of the town says it all. Yea, though I walk through the Valley of Shadow Hills, I will fear no evil. Well, maybe you should, and thanks for the flowers. I loved how the author used scent to convey the range of emotional content. Small towns and/or suburbs site several of the tales. Well, The Doggone Ghost, set in a department store, could be in a city, I suppose, but I picture it more in an older suburb. In addition to Violet’s Blossoms, noted above, The Stumpville Affair takes place in upstate New York. The locale in Teacher’s Pets seemed small townish and Mirror, Mirror takes place 30 miles outside Austin. The Seamstress is set in a “grimy mill town in western Pennsylvania.” No manifestations of urbophobia or polisophobia here. We all know small towns are much more terrifying than big cities. The only real touch of city is in The Stumpville Affair, in which the occult PIs are based in 1930s Manhattan, although the action takes place elsewhere. But that is not why this one is my favorite in the collection. I love the two lead characters, who are both special in different ways. They have class, style, and toss in cultural and historical references that give the story not only a temporal anchor but racial piquance. My first thought on finishing this one, just a few days past the Harvest Moon, was that it had the heft and the bones to be a fabulous series, when lo and behold, a quick google search revealed plenty more tales with these two. Toss in some physical mayhem of the ripped-to-bits sort, and some hostile locals, including a young thing with a wicked heater, and keep an eye out, particularly during that special time of month. You never know what might be staring at you with red eyes from the cover of darkness. You can find the author, James Goodridge, at Who Gives You the Write on Facebook. But forget sneaking up on him. I am sure his senses are much too sensitive to allow that. One nice touch in Exhumed is that all the authors are at least 40 years old, or as I might call them, whipper-snappers. Sorry, I did not get many chills, well, ok, maybe a few. That is par for the course for me. It is the rare piece of horror writing that can make the gray hairs on my arms, and far too many other places on my chia-pet body, stand and salute. Things political, and maybe involving ex-wives, are likelier to give me serious shivers. There were stories that were uplifting, that left me eager to read more from that author. Some made me smile. Is it ok for horror stories to do that, or does it say something about me? But really, who doesn’t enjoy some high-octane well-deserved come-uppance? Some offer excellent atmospherics and there are enough surprises to keep you reading. So, even if you do not leave the lights on after reading Exhumed, it remains an engaging, fun read, and, since you are not me, it might just scare the bejesus out of you. Exhumed is the first horror collection published by Gravelight Press, a new imprint of indie publisher Devil’s Party Press, based in Delaware. It was definitely a fun, season-appropriate read, and a quick one, too, at 154 pages. I hope they can dig up some more material and give it a jolt, with someone providing the mandatory scream of “It’s Alive!” Gravelight Press provided a review copy in return for a post mortem that did not assail them while they were sleeping. ============================THE STORIES …And All the Trimmings by J.C. Raye An everyman is remade into a stand-in for the big guy, and learns some things about Christmas he had never suspected. Violet’s Blossoms by Josephine Queen Definitely not Zuzu’s petals. A young woman gets off the bus at the wrong stop and finds herself in a mostly boarded up town, with one shop in particular that draws her in, and finds there unwanted reminders of a pain-filled past. The Doggone Ghost by Bernie Brown Payback’s a ghostly bitch for a suit salesman in a department store. Cleanup in Men’s clothing. The Stumpville Affair by James Goodridge Occult PIs on the job in upstate New York after one of the residents is ripped to bits by a werewolf. Howlingly good. Teacher’s Pets by Linda Rumney A dull-as-dishwater teacher is pursued by a divorcee who interests him not at all. He has a large secret, and prefers his privacy. In Darkness, Lost by Bayne Northern Reminiscent of Andy Weir’s Annie’s Day, two brothers, mysteriously trapped inside a large, seamless vessel while at the beach, try to find their way to freedom. Mirror, Mirror by Ellie Cooper A magic mirror found at an auction house outside Austin shows more than mere reflection. The Dark Augur by Elizabeth Vegvary A woman recalls a traumatic incident from her youth, one that included a dire prophecy. The Sandcastle by David W. Dutton A troubled family finds that even the most well-off lives can turn to sand. Waves by Robin Hill-Page Glanden Guilt over losing a child generates a lifetime of dark visions. Mr. Gibb’s Banner Year by Heidi J. Lobecker A nebbishy teacher is tasked with stepping in to coach the boys’ football team, but is haunted by the team’s erstwhile, and late, championship coach. The Sea Cemetery by Andrea Goyan A desperate refugee family face a hauntingly roiling sea as they struggle to reach Greece. The Seamstress by Russell Reece An abusive husband finds himself at the mercy of the woman he’d mistreated for decades. I was reminded of Olivia de Haviland in The Heiress, having learned so well from her afflicters. Review posted – October 9, 2020 Publication date – August 11, 2020 =============================EXTRA STUFF Items of Interest -----Jeff Keeten reads the Introduction -----Gravelight Press is an imprint of Devil’s Party Press ...more |
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| The closer they got to him, the slower they walked. None of them spoke. Glinting bluebottles and smaller flies circled the boy. His hair was dark, The closer they got to him, the slower they walked. None of them spoke. Glinting bluebottles and smaller flies circled the boy. His hair was dark, his skin very pale. He wore a deep blue shirt, a color Duncan would later call cobalt, black shorts, and what appeared to be long red socks. At the local private school, the younger boys wore bright red knee socks, and for the briefest instant, Zoe thought, Oh, he’s in uniform. A few steps closer she grasped the nature of the red.Outside Oxford, early Autumn, 1999. A time of change. Three siblings are on their way from school, seeing how much distance they can cover before late-arriving dad can pull up beside them for their ride home. Sights on their walk tend to the bucolic, rows of barley, a herd of cows, leaves edged in brown. Theirs is a safe, appealing, predictable world. Zoe spots a flash of red through a hedge. (She had a gift for finding things: birds’ nests, their mother’s calculator, a missing book, a secret.) They investigate. A boy is lying in a field, bleeding, stabbed. They flag down a passing car. Help is summoned. [image] Margot Livesy - image from The History of Literature podcast And the game is afoot. What had happened to Karel, the teen they had found? And that trail is followed. But the real focus is on how the event impacts the three. Finding the boy is a spark, a shock, a jarring event that pushes each of the three in different directions. Matthew, the oldest, invests in figuring out what had happened, making the event, and maybe the world, understandable, getting chummy with the detective on the case in the process. He even dresses up as Inspector Morse for a local costume event. He finds an ally in a peer to undertake some actual sleuthing. Tears in the boy’s clothing remind Zoe, 15, of a flasher in a graveyard, and a lecture from her mother about being careful in dealings with strangers. Her own awakening sexuality will be kicked up a notch as she tries to track down an attractive Oxford student who has caught her eye. Soon after finding the boy, Duncan, the youngest (If Zoe was the one who found things, their little brother was the one who noticed them), the only adopted sib, who had been reluctant to seek out his birth mother, has a vision of her, and feels compelled to look into finding his biological roots. An old schoolmate…described how one day he had come home from school on a summer afternoon and at the bottom of the garden in his tiny, tiny village, a place where no one ever locked their doors he found the body of a woman who’d been murdered. Her legs were covered in blood and his first thought was that she was somehow wearing the uniform of the local schoolboys, who wore bright red knee socks. And he was only in her presence for less than ten seconds, before he fled, but those ten seconds changed his life…The story made a profound impression on me, both because of the bucolic setting and the shock of it. And I think of someone’s life jumping the tracks because of something almost random, completely unexpected. - from the Chris Castellani interviewLivesy has some fun with mystery tropes. Her detective, Hugh Price, is a married man, lacking an obvious horrible personal life and substance issues. The victim is not the typical female, but a teenaged boy. He faces some real challenges in his life, but also has a talent that he uses to help many. Looking at what a private citizen could do on his own to investigate a violent crime is certainly not unique. It is the subject of an entire mystery genre, cozies. But neither does Livesy’s approach fit in with the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew form. The found boy serves mostly as a MacGuffin, a device that triggers other action. I believe there are essential lies, heroic lies. And I’m very interested in the relationship between secrets and lies. Keeping a secret, however innocent, often seems to require lying. - from the Lithub interviewLying and secrecy permeate the novel. And they are seriously considered. The three, following a talk about what constitutes a white lie, and the importance of sparing people’s feelings, even make a pact to not lie for a week, which proves particularly difficult to keep. It is one of the things that make us care so much for these kids. While still remaining teens, they have a moral center. They think about the impact of their actions on others. They are not flighty and feckless. And it is not just the teens with secrets to bear. Grownups have some significant no-tells under wraps here as well. The teens’ missions keep us interested. Matthew’s detective quest is fun to follow. He’s read scads of detective novels, seen vast numbers of mystery shows on the telly. Zoe is determined to be seen for who she is, not just be defined by her relationship to other people. Duncan’s quest is the most moving. Finding his birth mother is both exciting and terrifying for him, but it holds huge implications for the Lang family. What if Duncan’s mother decides she wants him back? What if Duncan decides he wants to leave? Another wonderful aspect of this novel is that the siblings are all very separate people, with their own interpretation of events, their own insights, perceptions, and ways of going about things. We also see them naturally separating away from each other to set their own courses. Extra, tasty flavoring is added with a few dashes of magic. Duncan’s vision of his mother, prompted by finding Karel near death, leads him to reverse his prior disinterest in researching his biological family. Zoe has out of body experiences. Duncan’s amazing dog, Lily, has an ability to communicate with people that is far beyond what more usual pooches possess. The novel uses alternating perspective chapters, with Matthew, Zoe, and Duncan all getting a fair share. We see what, and how they see. For example, The boy gave a small sigh. His lips moved. The sigh became a word. The sibs each hear something different. Zoe goes to the boy and tries to comfort him, stroking his arm. Duncan is busy committing the scene to memory so he could paint it later. (He had seldom had license to examine another person so closely. Years later he would remember him more vividly than men and women he had loved, friends he had adored.) Matthew thinks the boy looks like an illustration in a Victorian novel, but recognizes the seriousness of the boy’s state, takes charge, and tells Duncan to go to the road to get help. All the characters are wonderful to follow, but my favorite was Duncan, the artist. It is clear what he is and what he will become. He is driven to paint what he sees, what calls to him. He needs more time than other kids at school at tasks, but he is uber bright. He just processes things differently, and needs to work harder at assignments and tests involving words. I loved the siblings’ interactions, the obvious love they feel for each other, even as each is branching off. How Matthew and Zoe support Duncan in his search is incredibly moving. Matthew’s growing realization that he does not know his sister entirely begs a question. Can anyone really ever know anyone else completely? Looking at her bright top, her faded jeans, he recalled his father’s admonition (to watch over her). She had changed so much in the last year, and in the few days since they knelt in the field, she had changed again. Perhaps something had traveled from Karel’s arm into her outstretched hand. He knew of several boys at school who liked her. Would they stop liking the new Zoe? Or like her even more? He suspected the latter.There is so much going on here. Not just the movement of the story, the characters’ stories, but how Livesy attends to family, how people in the same close pod can be so different, can love each other but still grow to become their own separate selves, can see the same things but in entirely different ways. She looks at how secrecy, malign or benign, can result in lies, and shows the pressure that can arrive with them. She looks at how random events can cause lives to veer from a prior path to a new direction. And she manages to do this while giving us wonderfully realized characters we can relate to, in one way or another, characters we can care for. The Boy in the Field is a moving, rewarding, thought-provoking novel. Read it, then pass it along to or buy another copy for your brother and/or sister. You know what they’ll like, right? Review first posted – October 2, 2020 Publication dates ----------August 11, 2020 - hardcover ----------July 27, 2021 - trade paperback =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, GR, and FB pages The Boy in the Field is Livesy’s ninth novel. She has won multiple awards, and teaches at the University of Iowa’s Writers’ Workshop Interviews *-----Connected at the Roots: A Conversation with Margot Livesey by Steven Wingate -----Guest Host Chris Castellani interviews Margot Livesey about THE BOY IN THE FIELD by Margaret Pinard – video 51:53 -----The Boy in the Field: A Novel by Margot Livesey Interview On The Chris Voss Show - video – 31:38 ...more |
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| For a lot of years the only way I used to know how to get control of my life was to get mad. It was the only way I knew how to stand up for myself. For a lot of years the only way I used to know how to get control of my life was to get mad. It was the only way I knew how to stand up for myself.--------------------------------------- The point is you can’t be too greedy.What does gentrification look like for people who are being pushed out? The foundation of the house was poured in 1922 using faulty concrete. During the winter rains, it leaked in a half-dozen places. Over the years small sections of the concrete wall had grown soft, the cement beginning to crumble. Their first landlord hired a company to patch the foundation, but he had died, and his son, who lived on the coast near Astoria, inherited the house. He hadn’t raised the rent in eleven years with the understanding that they wouldn’t call him for repairs. So they didn’t, and the basement was left to leak.Lynette’s got it tough, but she has a plan. She has been working like a dog at several jobs for the last few years and has squirreled away enough money for a down-payment on the rundown house she has been renting for years, with her mother and developmentally disabled brother. The gentrification that has impacted most cities is making Portland, Oregon a very difficult place to get by in, particularly for folks at the lower edges. It was under $100K some years back, but is now close to $300K, and will only keep rising. If they can buy the house, they can stay in a neighborhood they like, a good thing for Lynette and her mother, but a great thing for Kenny, whose need for familiarity far exceeds theirs. [image] ‘Sometimes reading about loneliness can make you feel less lonely’ ... Willy Vlautin Photograph: Graeme Robertson/The Guardian Portland is changing so rapidly it’s hard to know what to think. It used to be a haven for artists. When I moved here it was cheap and people would come out to see original music. It was lucky. It’s still great, it’s a great city, but it’s too expensive. I don’t know where all the money’s coming from, but it’s coming and it’s hard on the working class and the artists. The working class people get pushed out to the suburbs and the artists just move to different cheaper cities. - from the Americana UK interviewBut one week from signing for the mortgage, Mom bails, unwilling to take on the debt, and Lynette, who, for a variety of reasons, has bad credit and cannot get a mortgage on her own, is stuck. It will have to be done with Mom, or not at all. I’m fifty-seven years old and I still buy my clothes at Goodwill. It’s a little late for me to care about building a future…You don’t know what it’s like. Other women my age are going on vacations with their grandkids, they’re talking about retirement plans and investments. Me, I haven’t taken a vacation since the time we went to San Francisco, and that was over fifteen years ago…I’ll never retire and that’s just a goddam fact….why do I have to sacrifice more than I already have? Why do I have to have a debt hanging over me for the rest of my life?They will be double-screwed if someone else buys, as they will be evicted and forced to rent somewhere farther out, where they might come close to being able to afford the rent. The owner is giving them a pretty good price, considering the market. What the hell, Mom? You could have said something. It was January and raining and forty-one degrees when Lynette and her brother walked across the lawn to her red 1992 Nissan Sentra. She opened the passenger-side door and Kenny got in. She put on his seat belt and walked around to the driver’s side. The car started on the second try. The heater hadn’t worked in a year and their breath fogged the windows inside the car. She drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a rag she used to wipe the condensation and steam from the windshield.If it were funny, I guess it would be a running joke, but every time Lynette starts her old beater we are given a count on how many tries it takes for her to actually get the motor going. I can relate to Lynette, having driven my ’96 Buick to work for at least a couple of years in the 20-teens with no heat or a/c. I kept a good supply of rags and paper towels in the car, and dressed very warmly in winter. And never left for work without double-checking that I had my inhaler. Maxed out my AAA club allowance for jump-starts in both those years. Wound up having to take the subway, mostly because I was not willing to risk freezing to death on the Kosciuszko Bridge when the car conked out one more time and it might be hours before Triple A could send some help. Vlautin is a master at showing, taking us through the events of a harrowing few days in Lynette’s life. What he chooses to show, and how clearly he shows it, gives us a very vibrant, if dark, picture of her life, and the limitations and challenges she faces from the outside world. One running comment is on the mass of construction underway. This place sold its parking lot for an apartment development. Another condo-building is going up here, more over there. Formerly recognizable neighborhoods have been transformed into yuppie-vortex. She is out of her mind trying to figure a way to deal with this huge setback, so places her hope in being able to convince her mother to take back the brand new Toyota she just bought, and hitting up everyone who owes her money. We follow her through two days and nights in the lowest tiers of Portland life, both physical and moral. Along the way Vlautin takes us on a tour of the city, not the sort of a booking tourists might sign up for, as Lynette fills in pieces of her life and history with each part of town she visits. (I added a map link in EXTRA STUFF) In her book Automating Inequality, Virginia Eubanks writes: poverty is not an island; it is a borderland. There’s quite a lot of movement in the economic fringes, especially across the fuzzy boundary between the poor and the working class. Those who live in the economic borderlands are pitted against one another by policy that squeezes every possible dime from the wallets of the working class at the same time that it cuts social programs for the poor and absolves the professional middle class and wealthy of their social obligations.What Eubanks does not address is that in addition to the gauzy border between working class and poor, there is a pretty thin veil between being poor but legal and stepping through to criminality. One would expect that there is a lot of traffic there, driven by desperation. Lynette steps across the line. Does that make her a bad person? Of course, some criminals, some of the folks Lynette deals with, are just scummy people. Greed is a central theme here. Sometimes it is unequivocal. Sometimes more nuanced. Lynette’s mother can be seen as greedy for buying herself a new car while bailing on the plan she and Lynette had agreed on to buy their home. Mom has some reasonable gripes about never having had anything for herself, but still, breaking a promise that big way too close to the signing date is just not ok. A little notice would have been nice. The people from whom Lynette tries to retrieve owed money are a motley lot, a woman who clearly can pay her back, but does not want to, a man who does everything in his power to short change her. Even the people she asks for help try to take advantage of her. One actively puts her in harm’s way. Criminals try to steal what she already has. But Lynette’s attempt to bolster her funds is also foolish. She will never be able to gather enough to remove the need for a mortgage, a mortgage she will never get on her own. It will ultimately all come down to her ability to sway her mother. I just panicked and tried to get all the money that was owed me. I made a lot of mistakes and got greedy.Vlautin writes about people on the edge, working class, desperate people, lonely people, isolated people. When you look at a person’s life it’s easy to pass judgement if you don’t know them. The more you know the more you understand. Sometimes you find out what a person has gone through and you’re surprised they are even upright. Other times it’s the opposite, some people just seem to invite or continuously stumble into hard times. I always try to show both sides in my songs and novels. I’ve always been interested in how people can get beat up day after day and still get by, often times with great dignity. The struggle to overcome one’s own ditches has always interested me. - from the Americana UK interviewBut there is always strength, hope, and goodness in Vlautin’s writing. In Don’t Skip Out on Me, his prior novel, an older couple try their best to give a leg up to a troubled young man. In The Free, Pauline, a nurse, is taking care of her father, and trying to help a troubled teen runaway, while Freddie, working in a long-term care facility, tries to help out as many residents as he can, a veteran suffering severe head trauma chief among these. Lynette has made some serious mistakes in her life, and she has issues that she may or may not be able to control, but she is working as hard as she possibly can. And a large part of that is her love of her brother. She wants to buy the house, not just for herself and her mother, but for Kenny, who needs that stability a lot more than she or her mother does. And when kindness does shine through, from an unexpected source, it is the relief we have been pining for, a beacon in the gloom, a desperately needed recognition in a world of people turning away. But the problem remains. What does gentrification look like for people who are being pushed out, whether they are good people or not? (For my wife and me, it was being driven out of Brooklyn for affordable housing 125 miles away. No criminality involved, at least none that I will admit to.) Vlautin offers a peering light in a dark place, looking at how poor and working-class folks cope, or don’t, with the challenges of life in the 21st century. When he was much younger, he used to have hanging in his room a portrait of John Steinbeck, a writer who also wrote extensively about life for folks on the lower rungs of the economic ladder. I expect he would be very impressed at the body of work Vlautin has produced. Like Steinbeck, Vlautin is one of the best writers of his generation, someone who cares about working people, and is able to powerfully dramatize the struggles they endure. The Night Always Comes. Yes it does, and it gets plenty dark. But Willy will leave a light on for you. Review posted – September 18, 2020 Publication date – April 6, 2021 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages, and a Wiki page entry for good measure. Prior books by Vlautin I have reviewed -----2018 - Don't Skip Out on Me -----2014 - The Free -----2008 - Northline This is Vlautin’s sixth novel Interviews -----Americana UK - Interview: Willy Vlautin by Del Dey -----Lake Oswego Library - Lake Oswego Library Presents: Willy Vlautin - with Bill Kenower – on The Free and Don’t Skip Out on Me – video - 34:42 -----Deschutes Library - Author Willy Vlautin -----The Irish Times - Willy Vlautin: ‘You try to make something that is a story, and is about life, but also says something that matter - by Ellen Battersby -----The Guardian - Willy Vlautin: 'I think my mother was ashamed that I was a novelist' by Ryan Gilbey -----Little White Lies - Willy Vlautin on the art of working class storytelling by Ian Gilchrist Items of Interest -----The Delines - The Imperial -----My review of Automating Inequality -----Portland Locations in the novel - I made a Google map to show some of the places Lynette travels in her odyssey. Still fiddling with this. Hope I got them all correct. Please let me know if (when) you spot errors, so I can make necessary repairs. I did not specify a location for Lynette’s home or for the 9th Street Bakery, although I have my suspicions. For best results, click on the View in Google Maps option for each entry. From there, you might want to poke around a bit , clicking on the images that are offered on the left part of the window. ...more |
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| They had been traveling for days, first by plane, and then by train and ferry, and now again by train, for their destination was a place at the edg They had been traveling for days, first by plane, and then by train and ferry, and now again by train, for their destination was a place at the edge of the world, in the far north of a northern country, and not easily gained.What you have is an unhappy couple who go on a journey of self-discovery to a far off place and come away with greater self-awareness…or don’t. The stuff in between is sometimes entertaining, and often very confusing. The man and the woman, as they are always referred to, (they are never named) arrive at an ends-of-the-earth town after a lengthy and arduous trip. They are there to adopt a baby, and this place has the only orphanage that will accept their application. The woman is dying of cancer and wants the man to have a child to raise, a child she was never able to give him, having suffered several miscarriages, so he will be able to go on after she passes. [He wants a child, but can’t he pursue another relationship after his wife passes? It was not entirely clear to me why, if he is so desperate to have a child, it must be an adoptee if it cannot be hers.] They even pass through the equivalent of a tunnel getting there, usually a symbol for entering a place of change. For a long time she had been staring absently out the window, mesmerized, it seemed, by the endless expanse of tundra, but she suddenly recoiled when the train entered the dark woods as if the trees brushing the sides of the carriage might reach in and scratch her.Scary change, at that. Well, there is certainly a big change coming if the woman is dying, and another if they are to adopt an orphan. So, ok, change is coming. Get the baby, head home, have a few months together as a family before the woman dies. That is the plan, however strange. But nothing is ever simple, right? [image] Peter Cameron - image from his FB pages There was so much he wished he could do for her, so much he wished he could give to her, but nothing he tried to do, or give, ever seemed to reach her. It was as if she wore a shield that deflected all of his love, an armor that protected her from anything he gave.That shield gets much more literal, as she cringes at his touch, yet does not recoil from the touch of others. Ouch! It is pretty clear that this is a relationship in serious trouble, whether her cancer had caused her increased distancing from the man, or whether it was there before her diagnosis. The train. He turned to see it slowly moving, so slowly that for a moment he thought it must be the darkness moving behind it, but then he knew it was the train, for he could see his wife leaning forward, looking out of the still-opened door, her white face silently surprised, and for a second it felt like death to him, like how one must let one’s beloved depart this world, gliding silently slack-faced into the snow-dark.Is it her demise he fears or her emotional departure he senses? She baits him from time to time, and then attacks him for his responses. (Boy, that conjures up some memories!) The man and woman are tossed (by their choice, but still tossed) into a very other-worldly environment, not just the remote, freezing, almost always dark town, but The Borgarfjaroasysla Grand Imperial Hotel. Go right ahead and think of Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest Hotel, the corpse of a lost empire, mostly unoccupied, but with a 24/7 bar. This is, well, was, an elegant place, and so vast that as the man and woman cross the lobby they cannot quite make out the walls in the distance. The staff is definitely of the quirky sort, and account for some of the odd humor in the book. A concierge, who seems barely animate, warns them that their room will be cold. I can imagine comments in Trip Advisor warning potential hotel visitors that they might have to chip ice out of the tub before settling in. NO STARS! The bartender was a young man, tall and dark, vaguely Asiatic, and remarkably stiff, as if he had been born with fewer joints than normal.Even the drinks are weird. Lárus, the above noted barkeep, serves the man a local schnapps that is tinged with the silvery blue glow that the snow reflects at twilight. (Sounds like a drink that would be served in Night Vale) The man finds it tastes of bleach and watercress and spearmint and rice. (Maybe it will cure Covid?) How is it that the lobby and dining room are so grand and the rooms so Motel 6? So, does the hotel act as merely a background for the couple’s adventure, does it reflect their interior conflicts? or does it intercede, or interfere? Who knows? They soon learn that the orphanage is not the only attraction in town. Among the things to do while in Borgarfjaroasysla, and luckily for the woman, is to visit a local (and world-renowned) healer, Brother Emmanuel. (who was instantly Sasha Baron Cohen in my tiny mind). While they had had no prior notion of his propitious presence, the woman figures what’s to lose, given her stage-four cancer. But then, if something can be done for her expected longevity, where does that leave the adoption plan? Complications. In the hotel they come across a handful of eccentric characters, usually while wandering about on their own, the other usually asleep or somewhere else. Livia Pinheiro-Rima is prime among these, a former actress, former circus performer, now the hotel’s lounge singer. Of uncertain but considerable age, she helps each of them out in diverse ways, but is not above some dishonesty. She gets the best lines in the book. Is Livia a fairy godmother to one or both of them? A busybody? A mischievous sprite? Who knows? But she is always a treat whenever she crosses the pages. In the lobby, the man encounters a businessman who claims to know him. There to conclude a deal of some sort, he seems much taken with the man and tries to drag him away from the hotel and his wife for outings with way too much determination. Does he represent some inner portion of the man’s psyche? Maybe a dark force in the universe? Who knows? The weather is usually hostile, freezing, wind-blowing, snowing as often as not. An image of a malevolent world? A manifestation of a chill in the couple’s relationship? Their fraught state made real? How about the relentless darkness? The human condition? Personal ignorance? Got me. Color comes in for some attention. The woman is drawn to vibrant flowers in a market very early, only to find that they are artificial. I guess color represents hope or life to her. The attraction would be obvious. Later, Brother Emmanuel’s place is alive with color. That she finds Emmanuel appealing may or may not have anything to do with the colors that are so dazzling in such a dead-tinted environment, but they are there. Can Emmanuel really heal anyone? Who knows? There is strangeness at the orphanage. It seems that whenever the man and the woman plan to do something, they are waylaid by inexplicable interference. This has a very Kafka-esque feel, as if no matter what you do, however many hoops you jump through, it will never be quite enough and their trial will go on and on. The man and the woman seem to fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and even if they start out in common unconsciousness it is never long before one or the other is up and out. What we’ve got here is failure to coordinate. Or maybe they are each heading their separate ways, and this is a way of showing that. Who knows? You might check out a definition of absurdist fiction. There is a large one on Wikipedia. I am sure there are many others. Absurdism tends to deal in characters struggling to find some purpose in life, who engage in meaningless actions in events that prove futile. Ah, the joy! The book certainly sends the man and woman on quests that may or not prove meaningful. Will they get out, with a baby, or is there no exit for them? Will they get in to see the healer or will they remain always waiting for Emmanuel? As an annual form of dark entertainment, my wife and I used to pore through the NY Times reviewers’ lists of the best films of the year. There would always be gushing praise for the most inaccessible, grim, nihilistic, unentertaining fare you could wish for. Among the films on the lists, there were always a few we had seen and enjoyed, but many, most, sometimes, would be films that neither of us had ever heard of, and there is no harm in that. Sometimes good work is underappreciated and poorly marketed, or maybe just not yet widely available in the USA. But far too often the top-pick films seemed intended for a more art film viewer. When some of these received Oscar nominations, we would risk sitting in a darkened theater for two hours to see what had appealed so much. Sometimes we were in for a happy surprise. More often than not, however, we would confirm our view that movie reviewers for the NY Times (whom we refer to, with some notable exceptions, as card-carrying members of the snoterati) were suffering from some form of alternate reality syndrome (maybe induced by having to sit through so many of the same, garden-variety sorts of movies, that anything, anything that landed outside those boxes made them go gaga?) that predisposed them to favor the unusual, the obscure, the outlier, the inexplicable, regardless of its entertainment value or watchability. And so it is, in a way, with What Happens at Night. I have read a fair number of reviews for this book, something I almost never do before writing my own. The praise is of the gushing variety. But frankly, I expect that most of you would not really enjoy this book all that much. I am not saying that it is not a good book, or that the reviewers who have been praising it so highly are incorrect in their analyses. There is much to appreciate here, much to enjoy. But it is not a book that was written for you or me. It seems that it was written for MFA grads who will giddily pick apart the references to other works, themes, and literary legerdemain. Now, don’t get me wrong. This is a sport in which I happily indulge, as you might note above. But it seemed to me that the core of the human relationship in the book, that between the man and the woman, is overwhelmed by a bear-skin-coat of craft. The need for physical human contact, even from odd humans, is so important to our being. When this notion takes center stage, it is effective, relatable, and moving. But there is so much literary show-biz going on that the core of the man and woman’s relationship and that primal human need get overwhelmed, well, they did for me, anyway. So, if you enjoy absurdist entertainment, this one may be a perfect fit for you. If you enjoy professional-level literary treasure hunting; if you have a special decoder ring to make sense of the absurdity; if you get off on a constant sense of unease, always wondering what impediment may arise next; if this look at a relationship in serious trouble wending its way toward resolution is your cuppa schnapps, this one may be for you. And if the entertainment value of the luminous Livia Pinheiro-Rima (you might almost want to ask Livia “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”) is sufficient to carry you through, this one may be for You’re lost, aren’t you? Review posted – August 21, 2020 Publication date ----------hardcover - August 4, 2020 ----------trade paperback - October 19, 2021 I requested this book from Counterpoint/Catapult’s Influencer program, and the dear souls sent me a copy. Maybe, henceforth they will consider me a bad influencer. Who knows? =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and FB pages – but his FB page has been inactive since 2013 This is Cameron’s tenth book Items of Interest -----Gutenberg - The Dark Forest by Hugh Walpole – noted on page 5 – the woman was reading it on their train ride north -----Lambda Literary - excerpt -----Electric Lit – an excerpt with an intro by Margot Livesy - Confessions from the Stranger at the End of the Bar ...more |
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| For his heroic service, Cher Ami was awarded the French Croix de Guerre with palm. He was returned to the United States and died at Fort Monmouth, N.J For his heroic service, Cher Ami was awarded the French Croix de Guerre with palm. He was returned to the United States and died at Fort Monmouth, N.J. on June 13, 1919, as a result of his wounds. Cher Ami was later inducted into the Racing Pigeon Hall of Fame in 1931, and received a gold medal from the Organized Bodies of American Pigeon Fanciers in recognition of his extraordinary service during World War I. - from the Smithsonian-------------------------------------- …in a contest against passion, truth always makes a poor showing.Two kinds of heroism are on display in Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey. The usual sort is displayed by a homing pigeon, Cher Ami of the title, braving and taking enemy fire to bring news back to base of the dire situation faced by a battalion caught behind enemy lines. The other was the courage Charles Whittlesey, the commander of that battalion, mustered to remain in place when the urge to retreat was almost overwhelming. Movement would have offered no assuredness of survival, and probably would have resulted in annihilation, the other option, surrendering to the surrounding German army, again offered no certainty of survival, but confidently promised the collateral damage of severe disgrace. A very Anthony Fauci decision, selecting the least of the available evils, but Whittlesey chose the one offering the greatest hope for the best results. [image] Kathleen Rooney and friends - image from her site This novel is a fictionalized account of a real-world event. Cher Ami is indeed in the Smithsonian. Charles Whittlesey did lead his men in dire circumstances. The Lost Battalion was a major media event in the waning days of World War I. [image] Cher Ami – image from the Air and Space Museum News coverage at the time had focused on the Metropolitan Division more than most segments of the Army prior to the event. It was made up primarily of New Yorkers, and thus a large contingent of immigrants, some of whom did not even speak English, many of whom were not yet naturalized citizens, draftees fighting for their home country of choice. So, there was much more news sent home about the 77th Division, of which the battalion was a part, than there might have been had the incident afflicted a less reported-on force. You could read all about the plight of The Lost Battalion in the New York papers, and then across the country. One of the main writers covering the story was a reporter for The New York American, a Hearst newspaper. He had a readership, based to a considerable degree on his sports journalism, but he was more than just a sports writer. You may have heard of him. His name was Damon Runyon. [image] Damon Runyon - image from FamousBirthdays.com Whittlesey’s piece of the 77th, part of an Allied offensive into France’s German-occupied Meuse-Argonne Forest in October 1918, did their jobs too well, continuing to advance, even when forces on either side of them had ceased their forward progress, unbeknownst to Whit. It is called a salient when you advance past enemy lines and find yourself surrounded by the enemy on multiple sides. Not a good thing. We get to see Whit’s decisions, and the efforts that had to be made to try to get word back to base, and the herculean task of keeping his soldiers’ spirits up, trying to keep them as safe as possible, countering any enemy moves while meting out diminishing supplies and tamping down those who would welcome capture just to end their awful situation. Each man was the miserable monarch of a kingdom that squirmed with vermin, one that consisted of the dirt and a bit of sky each one could see from the dirt, of their feet in their boots in the mud—a kingdom indistinguishable from a grave.But the battle and the heroism displayed is only one part of the story, albeit a compelling one. [image] Image from Chris Rice Cooper’s blog The periods portrayed are, like all Gaul, divided into three parts, the lead-up before their engagement in the war, wartime duties, and postwar experiences, including the psychological and political processes and actions that radiated from that Lost Battalion event. [image] Image from Chris Rice Cooper’s blogspot This is a tale of two narrators, Charles Whittlesey and the homing pigeon of the title, Cher Ami. Chapters alternate. Do not think that just because we have a pigeon narrating half this book that it is in any way a children’s tale. It most certainly is not. Cher is an amazing character whom Rooney uses to great effect. She has a rich social and emotional life, offers astute observations of human nature and behavior, and teaches us a lot. [image] Image from Chris Rice Cooper’s blogspot We meet her (yes, her, Cher was mis-gendered and named as a male, an error that persisted even into her descriptive display at the Smithsonian) in the present day, inhabiting, as she has for a century, a place of honor in the National Museum of American History in DC. It is from this perch that this highly decorated war hero looks back on her life, the events that led up to her heroic act, and her life after she completed her final wartime mission. Whittlesey is no longer with us, stuffed or otherwise, but tells his first-person tale in the present of his actions. [image] McMurtry was Whittlesy’s second in command and a fascinating character in his own right - Image from Chris Rice Cooper’s blog The alternating chapters cleverly share opening lines that lead each narrator to offer their cross-species perspectives on similar processes and events. Chapter 1, for example, opens with Monuments matter most to pigeons and soldiers. Cher addresses her long display at the museum, and gives us a look at her life, living and displayed. Whit has become something of a monument himself, widely lauded for his leadership under extreme duress. There is even a film being made of the horror of The Lost Battalion, in which Whit and some of the other survivors play themselves. He would much prefer being able to return to anonymity, particularly as he is a gay man in the Jazz Age, in which finding love on the run was a risky enterprise. And PTSD is never much fun, particularly when tinged with survivor’s guilt, and a feeling that he is nobody’s hero. [image] The Soldiers and Sailors Monument in Manhattans Upper West Side – image from Wiki - Whit names this as a significant locale for him early in the book In preparation for the adventure, Rooney shows us the stages Cher and Whit go through to become combat ready. For Cher, it is training to sharpen and strengthen her homing instinct, and she turns out to be a natural, a champion even. We learn a lot about how special pigeons are, what is involved in their training, and a bit of the history of homing pigeons being used in war. Whit’s training may not have involved flapping, but it is no less interesting, seeing how the military encouraged educated sorts to get a taste of military life, before having to sign up for real, a trial subscription, if you will. This was news to me, as was the makeup of this particular division. How Whit grows into his command is beautifully portrayed. We see Whit and Cher both in combat, and we see them both in love, with mirrored romantic interests. We see them both considering the madness of men and how veterans might be used as props for ignoble purposes. We see them both yearning for home, and giving their all. A particular strength of the novel is pointing out how media influences political, and even military decisions, and how real events can be used by the cynical to support less than laudable aims, why some are hailed as heroes, while others, equally meritorious, are abandoned to a dark fate. [image] Image from Chris Rice Cooper’s blog This is an incredibly moving book. I counted nine times in my notes the word “tears.” Have those tissues or hankies locked and loaded. It is rich with new info. Fun to learn of Damon Runyon’s involvement. Rewarding to learn so much about about what makes pigeons so much more than Woody Alan’s memorable “rats with wings” putdown, homing pigeons in particular, news to me, at least, and I expect news to most readers. It was fascinating to learn about military life and recruitment in 1918. The use of Cher as a narrator was a bold choice, and, IMHO, entirely effective. Well, I did have one gripe re Cher. Rooney stretches her consciousness way too far near the end, as she perceives in the mode of an omniscient narrator things she could have no way of knowing. I am willing to suspend disbelief for the conscious bird, but this was a step too far. The experiences of Cher and Whit may have been personal, but the importance of the issues raised is universal and still with us today. The War to End All Wars did no such thing. But if you are looking for a wonderful read, Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey will end your search, at least until you finish reading it. Battle was said to harden a man—during my youth I’d heard this stated in the same offhand tones used to discuss first Communions and debutante balls—but in my case there had been no hardening, only a constant effort to hold together despite proliferating cracks. Review posted – August 28, 2020 Publication dates ----------August 11, 2020 - hardcover ----------August 11, 2021 - Trade Paperback I received this book from the publisher via NetGalley. I was able to find my way to it with no problem at all. ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section directly below. [image] ...more |
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| 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 |
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| Maybe my mom was right about me when she said I wasn’t happy, but what she doesn’t understand is that since the age of fifteen, I’ve never even dar Maybe my mom was right about me when she said I wasn’t happy, but what she doesn’t understand is that since the age of fifteen, I’ve never even dared to want to be happy. I’m just trying to stay alive.Take a London thirteen-year-old, transport her to the Hollywood dream machine, where she is made one of the stars of a wildly successful film series. Put pretty much all decisions about her life in the hands of a controlling, manipulative director. Separate her as much as possible from her family (who move to Anaheim to be nearby) and almost everyone else, for that matter, making her totally dependent on the director not just for her career, but her own sense of worth. And subject her to the predatory game of Survival Hollywood in which every star, particularly when young and pretty, is stalked by a relentless jackal mob of paparazzi, and preyed on by a plague of only everybody, in the business and not, with a phone and a desire to get a few more likes, the more mortifying the post, the better, and diverse low-lifes trying to find a way to take advantage of her youth and unworldliness. What could possibly go wrong? [image] Ella Berman - image from her Twitter pages We meet Grace Hyde as she is driving a car off a cliff to her likely doom. Bonus points for taking out the evil-doer in the passenger seat. From this point we look back six weeks, to unravel the events leading up to this dire event, the present of the novel. Fans know her as Grace Turner. Turned out she had actual acting talent, yielding eight years as a child/teen star. It is after she has begun her turn as a grownup actress, to the point of a Golden Globe nomination, that she crashes and burns. To be followed by rehab for alcoholism, and a year out of the spotlight, living with her parents in Anaheim. So, a second point from which we wonder backwards. What led Grace to her earlier, albeit less literal, cliff dive? After her year of laying low, Grace is trying to restart her acting career, as long as it is not with Able Yorke, the director who had Svengali’d into her adolescence, and molded her life to his needs. It is from this present that Grace remembers back to her early days in the industry, and the events leading up to her rehab. Through it all is her relationship with her family, (not a pretty picture) and in the present, her intense relationship with her sister, Esme. Through it all is Grace’s attempt to cope with the fact that Yorke had used her not only to bolster his own professional credentials, but as someone he could dominate and abuse, emotionally and otherwise. Through it all, she is struggling to define herself for herself, while staving off the worst of her self doubt and self recriminations with whatever works. Grace’s mission is about finding within herself the strength to take power over her life after having had none so far, at least as far as she thought. She endured so much gaslighting as a child actress that she should have had a PG&E meter installed in her brain. It’s tough to get your bearings when people who matter to you have been telling you up is down and east is west for years, particularly when you are dependent on them for your livelihood. Able did quite nicely with the series, the core of his oeuvre, and is (in the present of the story) about to receive a prestigious lifetime achievement award. Surprisingly, given her recent hiatus, Grace has been asked to present it to him. It makes her ill even to think about it. Building back her career is no simple task, with spoiled personal and work relationships to repair, and a reputation, deserved or not, as a difficult on-set persona to overcome. She faces the celebrity challenge of trying to re-build while, to the public, she is click-bait on feet, again, always having to look out for the next person trying to take her picture, video an embarrassing moment, or tape record her saying anything at all. She is a young woman in a glass bowl, with no way out. A reporter from Variety pops by, working on a #MeToo story about Able, wants Grace’s input. Grace keeps putting her off. Her sister, Esme, who has sought help from Grace with a problem of her own, wants Grace to nuke Able at the award show, presenting the audience and him with something more than just his lifetime achievement award. But if she does, there is a very real possibility that her career may get nuked along with her abuser. She would always be identified as a “victim.” And then there is Emilia, Able’s wife, who has been so nice to her, trying to help her get back on her feet. How painful would this be for her and her children? Berman brings in a supporting crew that helps cast some back, fill, and key light on Grace’s life and challenges. Her ex is certainly far too good to be true ( Cut Dylan open and he will bleed America, and maybe some puppies), but is a lovely presence on the page. Her assistant, and maybe bff, Laurel, is a wonderful manifestation of support and love, despite not always (ever?) having been seen or truly appreciated. Esme, Grace’s sister, is a teenager, and can be as pushy and obnoxious as Grace had been at her age. But there is real affection there too, a literal sisterhood, however strained, to build on. Able is a baddie from the Creeps ‘R Us factory. The verbal, psychological, emotional abuse to which he subjects the teenage actress will make you clench your teeth, and channel the rage we all feel toward the Epsteins and Weinsteins of this world. He persuades Grace that he knows her and her needs and capacities better than she does herself. Hear the lie often enough and you do not have to be a vulnerable teen for it to have a major impact. For my money the most interesting supporting character is Emilia, Able’s wife, who is trying to help Grace in her attempt to rebuild her life. How much did she know when it was happening? Is her affection for Grace real? Or is she secretly allied with Able in trying to fend off trouble the best way she knows how? She will keep you guessing. Berman began this story before the reporting on Harvey Weinstein hit the presses, so there is no mention in the book of the ongoing #MeToo movement. This individual tale is, however, reflective of many stories that we have heard in the years since the abuse revelations began flooding out of Hollywood, and elsewhere. In showing how another director treats Grace, Berman makes a case for the pervasiveness of the abuse problem, what happens when the powerful and connected exercise their power over the powerless and isolated. Berman had worked for years in the music industry in the UK and came across plentiful instances of such odious behavior there. It is impossible to read this book and not think of My Dark Vanessa. There are obvious similarities, teen girls sexually exploited by much older men, in positions of power over them. Able’s control was a lot more complete over Grace. Vanessa could have, theoretically at least, just picked up and gone to another school to get away from Strane. Whether she was mature enough to be responsible for her actions or not, Vanessa sought out the relationship. Grace did not get into her career looking for the sort of sexual adventure that Vanessa had, so is even more of a victim. Vanessa keeps trying to contact her abuser. Grace has complicated ties to connected people, but wants nothing to do with Able. Both novels portray adult women (Vanessa in her thirties, Grace only twenty one) trying to cope with the impact on their lives, and on their sense of self, of years of abuse during their adolescence. Both are faced with an opportunity to go public with what they experienced, which prompts an internal conflict on what to do. While they have obvious similarities, the books differ considerably in their feel. Vanessa seems a more literary approach, setting itself in an academic milieu, offering a host of literary references, and consideration of sexuality in classic books. Grace’s struggle has a more mainstream feel, and is set in Hollywood. Both are wonderful, but in different ways. This is not a 100% evil abuser (well, he is, but…) vs saintly child story. Grace is portrayed as very human character, an obnoxious teen reveling in her newfound fame while looking down her nose at her family. She abuses substances, legal and not, and does not treat the people around her all that well. Some of that may be the result of too-young-stardom, from her adolescence having been stolen from her, and a reaction to the abuse and trauma she has suffered, and from which she continues to suffer, but some of it is pure Grace. Despite the fame and fortune that came with it, Grace had been severely broken. She is trying to mend the relationships she has damaged and remake her life, whether she will ultimately succeed or not, on her own terms. In short, Ella Berman has written an engaging, effective narrative of hope emerging from a long, dark, damaging experience in a toxic world. It should have its own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. For a moment, everything is calm and I face the horizon. I watch a monster wave gathering power until it looms five feet above me, hissing. I hold my breath as the wave crashes over me and then I am plunged into darkness. Now I am just one other small thing among a million other things, spinning and twisting beneath the water’s surface. The water isn’t so blue under here, it’s blacker and murkier and I’m drifting and my lungs are bursting and it’s simultaneously the most alive and the closest to darkness that I’ve ever been.Review posted – September 4, 2020 Publication dates ----------August 4, 2020 - hardcover ----------July 6, 2021 - trade paperbaack I received an ARC of The Comeback from the publisher. I accepted it freely. There was no manipulation involved. And thanks to MC. You know who you are. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, Instagram and FB pages Berman’s Instagram page shows images that she found inspirational in writing the book. Check it out. Interviews -----Curtis Brown Creative - Ella Berman: ‘I always try to find the humour wherever I can’ - By Katie Smart -----Shondaland - With 'The Comeback,' Ella Berman Takes Hollywood’s Abusive Power System to Task By Katie Tamola - August 5, 2020 Similar to her novel’s protagonist, Berman grew up in both London and Los Angeles. While in London, Berman worked in the entertainment industry, for Sony Music, where she admits she observed first-hand the abuse of power among those at the top. “I saw examples of ‘casual’ everyday sexism,” she says. “The particularly pervasive type I didn’t even always register at the time, right up to much more sinister behavior that was swept under the carpet, and I knew that this must also be happening across every industry in the world.” Songs/Music -----Tom Petty - Free Falling Items of Interest -----Today - 12 questions to consider as you finish 'The Comeback' by Ella Berman - by Stephanie Larratt -----My review of My Dark Vanessa -----NY Times - The Lies Hollywood Tells About Little Girls by Mara Wilson ...more |
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| His narrow tie and pocket square were both daffodil yellow, a colour that brought out the gold hue of his eyes, deep-set below groomed brows. His narrow tie and pocket square were both daffodil yellow, a colour that brought out the gold hue of his eyes, deep-set below groomed brows.-------------------------------------- “My, what big teeth you have,” she said aloud.Joan has been relentlessly looking for her husband, Victor, for almost a year. The love of your life does not just step off the face of the earth with no reason, no notice. Something must have happened to him, and she is determined to get him back and find out what took place. The morning after a night of indulgence, hungover, she is in a local mall looking to pick up some breakfast, and feels drawn in by a large white tent, newly planted in the parking lot. What she sees there sends her off on her search again. I mean, the man she saw in there was Victor, however much he may have denied it. But the lupine head of the revival, Thomas Heiser, a name with some historical resonance, has her taken away by medical and law enforcement sorts, and by the time she is released and gets back to the mall the revival is gone. Not only that, while she was away, her beloved grandmother was killed by something wild. [image] Cherie Dimaline - image from The Globe and Mail This is a story about story. Sure there is a werewolfish creature or two loping through and a missing family member to be saved. There are some scares, but the core of this novel is the importance of story to culture, the importance of adding to and passing on what was passed down to you by those who came before. Tradition, being a people, is not just about DNA, but sharing with children the history and lore of generations long past. The lessons learned over so many years might actually come in handy. Empire of Wild focuses on the Métis people of Canada. Dimaline shows not only the importance of larger cultural issues, but presents as well a bit of what it is like to be a member of this community in its day-to-day functioning. I belong to the Métis Nation on the Georgian Bay. We used to live on Drummond Island and were then forcibly removed—when the island was being annexed to the US—to the shores of the bay across from the town of Penetanguishene. That land then became very valuable as “cottage country.” We’re only one-and-a-half hours from Toronto with its wealthy weekenders. And we were moved again, away from the water. Now we largely reside in the French/Métis town of LaFontaine, just up the road, on less valuable land.[image] Corps Werewolf - image by J.S. Marantz via Deviant Art via Writing New Orleans The org chart of lycanthropy is usually pretty simple. A bites B, and B becomes either a meal or a lycan. There are, however, different vectors of transmission for the rogarou (Perhaps better known in places like Louisiana as Loup Garou), the sort on display here. “There’s lots of ways to become one.” She counted on her fingers. “Being attacked by a rogarou, mistreating women, betraying your people…that’s the ones we know around here, anyways.”Rogarous also differ a bit physically from the more familiar werewolf form, getting all wolfish from the neck up, but, while physically enhanced, remaining recognizably human below. [image] Image from Bastidores da informacao If religion is the opiate of the masses, it is the natural resource extraction industry that is providing the poppy product. The connection is made clear here, as religion is used to soften up indigenous communities for exploitation by diverse mining interests. You know all these projects have to go through approvals, right?” he saidThe prime baddie here is not only the head of a peripatetic religious revival, but an agent of those very earth-bound interests. Monsters come in all shapes and sizes, and use whatever tools are available. [image] Image by Viergacht in Deviant Art The info payload will not matter much if the characters fail to engage. Joan was a wandering sort early in life, but once she and Victor connected that was it, a total bond, which allowed her to begin building a more settled life. She is dogged in her mission to get her man back, never losing faith that he would never have left on his own. Makes her heroic and admirable. The hunt on which she embarks is not merely personal, but ties her back to her community in a way that is highlighted when the men of her town head out to hunt whatever had killed one of their people. She is also quite human, with enough flaws to prevent anyone from putting her on too high a pedestal. [image][image] I see Tamara Podemski or Irene Bedard as Joan? Ajean is the oldest person in the community, a grandmotherly sort, but one with some pretty entertaining edges. She is a font of communal knowledge, not just history but useful bits of intel, like those having to do with battling evil magical creatures. She might also make you blush. Ajean is the most fun of all the characters here. [image] Tantoo Cardinal as Ajean – no question here Victor, the missing spouse, is shown from two perspectives. There is Joan’s external-world experience of him, a much reduced version of himself. We know this from her before-and-after comparisons of his bearing and movement. Heiser renamed him Reverend Eugene Wolff. He functions as a trained-monkey (well, maybe more of a trained dog) preacher. And then there is the internal horror that Victor experiences, as he struggles to hang on to who he is and does all within his power to remain alive and himself under the onslaught of a very dark force, in a sort of dream state. Victor’s struggle to regain himself incorporates an interesting, if somewhat surprising sexual element. These trials appear in nine end-of chapter inserts. [image] Adam Beach as Victor? Zeus is Joan’s twelve-year-old nephew. He is determined to be her protector. His mother has parenting issues and his father is out of the picture, so Joan is the closest thing he has to an actual parent. His name gains poignance when one knows the role lord lightning bolt played in the lycan origin story. Cecile is a very damaged, but interesting character, an assistant to the head of the travelling mission, she has a colorful past, very concrete career ambitions, and an ability to get things done. Heiser is a baddie straight out of central casting. The only things to be said in his favor are a certain sartorial flair, and command of language. [image][image] Christophe Waltz or Richard Sammel for Heiser? There are fun moments here, particularly when Ajean is on the page. But Dimaline also has some fun casting Heiser in shades of yellow. And offering a “My, what big teeth you have,” a time or two. Zeus’s affection for Johnny Cash was also delightful. Dog references abound as well. There are some odd moments, too. I did not understand why (view spoiler)[an early encounter Joan has with a rogarou ends with her easily getting away. What? Had they encountered each other while he was on his way home from a banquet? (hide spoiler)] I also found off-putting a particular physical action a rogarou or two engage in, a kind of dancing. It took me out of the story and diminished the fear element considerably. The ending will surprise you. I am sure there will be some who will find it disappointing. Not an all-wrapped-up-with-a-bow sort of finish, but one with some bite to it. There is a fair bit going on here. The lycan story offers some scariness. Joan’s struggle to save her man is the heroic driving force that makes the fur fly. The underlying payload of portraying Métis culture, the role of religion in exploitation of indigenous people and the natural resources to which they have territorial rights, and the importance of story to the survival of culture all join together, like upper and lower fangs, to give this novel considerable bite. Lycan or not, Empire of Wild is a howlingly good read. She could hear the congregation singing from here, sounding like a circle of wolves under the moon. Review posted – July 31, 2020 Publication dates (USA) ----------July 28, 2020 - hardcover ----------July 27, 2021 - trade paperback And if you are in need of some hair of the dog after you finish reading this one, I can heartily recommend Stephen Graham Jones’s Mongrels. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages The FB page has mostly been abandoned Empire of Wild is Dimaline’s fifth book. She achieved renown with her 2017 YA novel, The Marrow Thieves, winning many awards, among them the Kirkus Prize for Young Readers. There is a select list of her awards on her site. Empire of Wild was released in 2019 in Canada and was an instant best-seller there. Dimaline lives in Vancouver, BC. She is a member of the Georgian Bay Metis Community in Ontario. Interviews -----Publishing Perspectives - Indigenous Writers in Canada: Interview with Author Cherie Dimaline by Carla Douglas -----Editors’ Weekly - Interview with Cherie Dimaline by Suzanne Perkis Items of Interest -----King Lycaon: The First Werewolf - a fun take on the Greek origin story, from Ovid by way of A.S. Kline ----- Native Languages of the Americas: Michif/Metis Legends, Myths, and Stories -----Historic Mysteries - Werewolf Legends from Around the World by Tanvir -----Smithsonian - When the Beast of Gévaudan Terrorized France by Lorraine Boissoneault -----VisitCryptoville.com - What is a Rougarou, Exactly? -----NY Times - 8/14/20 - ‘We’ve Already Survived an Apocalypse’: Indigenous Writers Are Changing Sci-Fi by Alexandra Alter Songs -----Johnny Cash - Hurt ----------The Man Comes Around -----Aerosmith - Love in an Elevator -----Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son ...more |
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| It’s what all good parents tell their children. And yet what does it really amount to? A hostage to fortune. It’s a promise you have to make, and o It’s what all good parents tell their children. And yet what does it really amount to? A hostage to fortune. It’s a promise you have to make, and one you must do your best to believe in, because what else is there?When Paul Adams got the call, he came. One hundred miles, back to Gritten. It had been twenty five years since he’d left, but mom was nearing the end, cancer, dementia, and now a fall. She is in hospice care. Not all that surprising that she would act a bit weird. When he gets to see her the first thing she has to say is, “You shouldn’t be here,” and she says it repeatedly. Then “…poor little James too. We’re only doing this for him, aren’t we?” Most alarmingly, “Red hands, Paul! There are red hands everywhere…Oh god, it’s in the house, Paul…It’s in the fucking house!” [image] AlexNorth? - image from Colourbox Well, not exactly a “Welcome Home, Paul” sign hanging at the local pub, with munchies, cake, and an open bar, but I guess it will have to do. There are reasons Adams had stayed away. Horrific life events have a way of making the place where you were brought up seem something less than inviting. And, really, it was not such a great place to begin with. Teenage Paul’s take: Most of Gritten was saturated with poverty, and the view through the bus window was so drab that it was sometimes difficult to tell the empty premises from the occupied. I wanted nothing more than to escape from here—but it was hard to imagine it ever happening. The place had a gravity that held whatever was dropped where it fell. That included people.Present day Detective Amanda Beck would probably agree with Paul’s assessment from twenty five years back. …there was something especially beaten down about Gritten. Despite the sunlight, the air seemed drab and gray, like an old wet cloth half wrung out. As she looked out at the dilapidated neighborhoods she drove through, it was difficult to shake the sensation that the place was cursed in some way—that there was something poisonous in the ground here, rooted in the history of the place, that kept the land barren and the people dead inside.People have been getting dead outside too. A revisit to the charming site of North’s first (first as Alex North, anyway, 2019’s insanely scary The Whisper Man) scare-fest, Featherbank, features two teenage charmers who slash a friend to bits leaving red handprints all over the scene. A little research shows that the case bears a remarkable resemblance to another killing twenty-five years ago, in Gritten, about a hundred miles away. Paul had few friends at his new school, but James was his bestie. When Paul tried to defend him from a bully, two other boys come to his aid, Billy Roberts and Charlie Crabtree, and thus a circle is formed. But Charlie had an edge to him, a cockiness far in advance of his age. It worked well to intimidate other kids, but was maybe not so much fun in a pal. Charlie was natural leader, of the Manson sort. Qu'est-ce que c'est? He leads the crew into practicing lucid dreaming. Trying to create a shared experience. But in the dreams he tells the other boys about, there is a dark figure in the woods. And if they all do what he wants, the mystery man will grant them a new, permanent dreamlife. Not exactly a small draw for kids of limited means in a dead-end place like Gritten. Lucid dreams are when you wake up in a dream while remaining asleep. I was obsessed with them as a teenager and have remained so to an extent as an adult. The appeal was always the idea of escape: of being in control of the world and able to do anything you want…I thought they were fertile ground to explore — that isolated teenage boys in a drab community might seize on them as means of escape. And that things could become sinister very quickly, especially if one of them began manipulating the others. - from the Bookub interviewIt led to a bloody killing, after which Charlie Crabtree was seen no more. Did he succeed in his dream? And why did he vanish while Billy Roberts was found covered in blood and holding a knife? And now there is a copycat. Like I suspect a lot of writers, I was fascinated by a crime that occurred in Wisconsin in 2014 where two young girls attempted to murder one of their friends. The girls had become obsessed with a figure known as Slender Man and had created this fantasy world between them, to the point they believed a sacrifice would allow them to escape the real world and join him. Slender Man is of course an entirely fictional figure, but a whole subculture has grown up around him. My first thought was “how could anybody really believe this?” — but then I remembered how alienated and lonely you can feel when you’re young, the imaginative games you play and the way those can take hold, and I also started reading more about shared delusional disorder, in which two or more individuals begin to believe the same extraordinary things. (view spoiler)[ Trump voters? (hide spoiler)] - from the BookBub interviewPresent day Paul stays, during his visit, at the house in which he grew up, the place his mother was referring to when shrieking about something being in the house. In addition to having to clean up after mom, the house holds a residual creepiness from his childhood. And then there are the boxes Paul finds in the attic, the contents of which give him cause for great concern and massive confusion. The other decoration he finds in the attic has an even darker effect. Signs appear. Is there a mysterious man in the woods? He could swear he saw one just now. Someone is definitely trying to scare him, or maybe trying to draw him back in? There are plenty of reasons to get chills. On the upside there is an old girlfriend with whom Paul reacquaints. The Shadows of the title is what the locals call the woods of the town, which happens to abut Paul’s and James’s childhood homes, a venue for many a creepy tale in local lore, spectral and physical, killings, suicides, disappearances, murderous ghosts. Night night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs carve you to chunks. The structure of the book is a back and forth of then and now, peeling back the layers of what happened a quarter-century ago, but also looking into what is happening now. Paul has been beset by some mysterious doings, and struggles with what is real and what might just be in his head. The story switches, as well, between Paul’s first-person narration and Detective Beck’s third-person investigation. In truth they ate both investigating. Beck has her own issues to cope with but stays mostly focused on trying to track the links between a spate of gruesome killings happening today, and that outrage from the past. Was Paul just an innocent bystander way back when, and might he be a target today? Beck is a carryover from The Whispers and mention is made of the case she had been involved in for that book, but it is not at all crucial to have read The Whispers before taking on this one. It might have been more fun, and given Detective Beck more to do and more to experience had Paul lived in the same town, Featherbank, as the awfulness of North’s first (under the name Alex North) horror/suspense/thriller novel, But Gritten (a knock of Great Britain as a bleak, depressing place? Turns out not so much. See EXTRA STUFF for more) is still a grim setting, one befitting grim events. There is more than just scares that might remind you of North‘s earlier work. The alternating POV will feel familiar. There are mysteries to be solved, both now and from the past. What really happened way back when, and just what the hell is going on now? But is it always better to know the truth? He remains very interested in parent-child dynamics, and the legacies parents leave for those who come after. If you’re going to write about a character confronting something that happened in childhood, and about how it’s impacted them in the present, it’s inevitable you’re going to end up looking at all the factors that shaped them. And so in subsequent drafts, Paul’s mother just made more of her presence felt, until — in some ways — their relationship became the heart of the book. - from the BookBub interviewI had one considerable gripe. There is a major twist that occurs about three quarters into the book (you will know it when you see it) that was not adequately supported by preparatory hints and clues. The result was that it felt like a cheat, particularly as a later switcheroo would be impossible without this one. I know you do not expect the smoothness of say, It’s a Small World, when you use your ticket for Space Mountain, but it did feel for a bit there that the car had left the tracks. In short, while not as consistently terrifying as The Whisper Man, a very, very high bar, The Shadows definitely delivers on the chills front. Scary stuff that might find its way into your dreams, whether lucid or regular. In case the actual world is not scaring you enough, or, if you prefer being frightened by the fictional, you might give this one a go. But sleep on it first. And if you wake up serene…wait, you are really awake, right? And not just imagining you are awake in a dream? It’s ok. Should be fine. Go on ahead and check this one out. And pay no attention to those handprints on the wall. The volume dropped a notch, the quiet rush of the real world fading away behind us. The silence in the woods was eerie, and not for the first time I found myself glancing around as I trailed behind, my heart thrumming with the strange sensation you have when it feels like you’re being watched. Review posted – July 17, 2020 Publication dates ----------July 7, 2020 - hardcover ----------September 28, 2021 - trade paperback I received a free ARC of The Shadows from Macmillan, through its Reading Insiders Club program, in exchange for an honest review. No human sacrifices were required. But I do not understand why my hands were all red when I finished reading. #readinginsidersclub =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s Twitter and GR pages Interviews -----Pages of Julia - Maximum Shelf author interview: Alex North by Julia Kastner -----BookBub - How a Real-Life Attempted Murder Between Teen Friends Inspired Alex North’s Latest Thriller -----Celadon - Discussion with Alex North - A facebook Q & A with the author, mostly focused on The Whisper Man, but with some Qs having to do with The Shadows as well In the above-noted Q&A, I asked North about his choice of Gritten as town name WB - In The Shadows is Gritten a contraction of Great Britain? And if so, why? If not, is there some other significance to the town's name? AND Why not return to Featherbank? AN - No - that's an accident! I don't know where Gritten came from as a place name, although it might have been a subconscious psychological nod to Grimpen Mire from Hound of the Baskervilles. It's a place name that has a certain feel to it - hard and unforgiving and, well, gritty, I suppose - and it just stuck while I was writing. While Featherbank does feature, it just felt a little too much for it to have been the scene of another serious crime in the past. I didn't want it to end up like Midsomer Murders, where there are so many murders in the place it feels like there shouldn't be anyone left alive there! My review of the North’s previous book -----The Whisper Man Music -----Talking Heads - Psycho Killer Items of Interest -----Alex North’s Kindle Notes & Highlights for this book -----Amazon - excerpt -----Healthline - 5 Techniques to Try for Lucid Dreaming by Kirsten Nunez -----Wikipedia - Slender Man -----For another book that uses The Slender Man as an inspiration, you might check out The Dead Girls Club ...more |
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| Florence was not on that boat, would never arrive in France. He would not find her on the shores of the English Channel or at the Hygeia [pool] or Florence was not on that boat, would never arrive in France. He would not find her on the shores of the English Channel or at the Hygeia [pool] or even on the beaches of Atlantic City. He looked over at Stuart, who was openly weeping as he watched the boat disappear from view. Maybe Joseph’s daughter was to be found in the people who loved her.Florence Adler was a strong young woman with a dream. A successful competitive swimmer, she wanted to take on the challenge of swimming the English Channel. “Trudy Ederle did it in a little over fourteen hours. I’m hoping to do it in under twelve.” While training for that feat in the ocean off Atlantic City, Florence, inexplicably, drowns. Terrible, awful, sad news. Florence’s older sister, Fannie, had a miscarriage the year before. She is pregnant again, but in the hospital with some complications. Desperate to spare her the emotional trauma of hearing of the death of her little sister, with its potential for impacting this pregnancy, Esther and Joseph Adler decide to keep the information from her until she has delivered her baby. And the die is cast. How to keep Fannie from knowing the truth before she can complete her pregnancy safely. [image] Rachel Beanland - image from NY Times There are seven primary characters here, Florence’s parents, Esther and Joseph Adler, Florence’s pregnant older sister, Fannie, Fannie’s husband Isaac Feldman, their amazingly charming seven-year-old daughter, Gussie, Anna Epstein, a 20-something refugee from the Nazis the Adlers are putting up, and Stuart Williams, the handsome, charming, sweet-natured swimming instructor who was helping Florence with her training, and who was infatuated with her. The story of Florence Adler and her family is based on the true story of a young woman named Florence Lowenthal. She was my great, great aunt. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know about Florence’s drowning or about the family’s decision to keep her death a secret from her older sister, who was pregnant and on hospital bedrest. My mother and grandmother spoke of the decision—unequivocally—as the right thing to do, but I always wondered how that secret affected both mother and daughter and whether there might have been another way forward. - from the B&N bookclub versionOnce the stage is set, the characters drive the story. We see most of these folks through their relationship with Florence, who quits the scene pretty early in the book, but also get a back (and front) story for them as well. Anna is the daughter of a woman Joseph had grown up with in Hungary. Esther is suspicious of her, resentful of family resources being spent on a stranger, whose relationship to her husband was not entirely clear. It is through Anna’s travails that we get a look at some of the horrors entailed in Jews trying to flee Nazi Germany for the states. It is 1934 and Nazis demand that Jews wanting to emigrate leave all their capital in Germany, while the USA was insisting that they be able to prove that they would not become dependent on the state. Joseph Heller would recognize this particular catch. There are some other machinations involved in the immigration process of the time that were entirely news to me. Anna takes a shine to Stuart after the accident, and asks for swimming lessons. Seems too soon, but there are powerful forces driving her need. Of course, she really, really likes Stuart, and he has become suddenly, if tragically, available. Fannie’s husband, Isaac, is a piece of work. Seemingly a gambler at heart, he makes a raft of bad decisions, both before he finds his way to Atlantic City, and after he meets and weds Fannie. That he spends so little time visiting his wife in the hospital speaks volumes about his quality as a person. Yet, somehow, he and Fannie had produced… Gussie, who is as well-spoken, precocious, and charming a seven-year-old as you are likely to meet. Of course, she is still a child, and has her limitations. Children could be so mean. She [Esther] remembered thinking so when she was raising her own girls. They were often too honest, the words they chose too blunt. Their worlds were big and bold and colorful but they were not yet able to distinguish that colors had values, that words had nuance. They described the people around them as old or young, ugly or beautiful, fat or thin, never recognizing that there were kinder, gentler, more forgiving words that lay in between. Sometimes, when Gussie talked about Florence’s death, so matter-of-factly, Esther couldn’t help but feel like she’d been cut open, left exposed.But Gussie is pure of heart, and you will warm to her every time she crosses the page. Would be nice, however, if she didn’t wander off on her own so much. Tough on the nerves, that. She is smitten, as are many, with… Stuart Williams, not only gorgeous, and fit, a lifeguard, but incredibly responsible, ethical, and sweet (and, really, too too good to be true). Also heir to a hotel fortune, the flagship property well in sight of his lifeguard postings. Too bad pop is a raging anti-semite. Stuart wants as little to do with his father as possible, but he is far from free enough to be his own man quite yet. Still, a good all-around egg. Fannie, and her pregnancy, is the focus of everyone’s concerns. The look we get of her centers on her reactions to the restrictions placed on her at the hospital. It requires a bit of a stretch to believe that she would not have burst through those, but then this is based on a real-life story, so I suppose there are some real-world towers to support those suspensions. The other element of Fannie we see is her marriage to Isaac. Not the best. Esther takes the lead on running this counter-intelligence operation, supporting one daughter, while mourning another. Tough spot to be in. Clearly a strong woman, she has her chinks as well. She has some good instincts, fretting about Isaac, for example, and wondering why Joseph was so eager to help out his friend Inez and her daughter, Anna. But her Jewish-centeredness can also be a blunt shield to keep even the best people at a distance. She takes on some big personal questions through this challenge, one of which has to do with her husband… Joseph is a successful businessman, having built his Atlantic City bakery into a growing concern. It allows him to provide for his family and offer support to his community. Part of this is to take in a refugee from Nazism. He is a decent father and a good man. Maybe not as attentive as he might be on the family front, but not horrible. He does what he can, which is a fair bit, some of it pretty daring, to try to see to the happiness of his daughters, and tries to be an even better man. The structure is a chronologically linear primary story, with backstory segments filling in the history of the main characters. You should have no difficulty traversing characters and when things are taking place. Florence Adler Swims Forever offers an engaging look at a time and a place, the world in the throes of Nazism, and the impact of that on Jews in and near Atlantic City, and those trapped in the Europe of the beast. It also looks at different ways in which people grieve, and how that grief can fester if left unattended. It takes on the ways in which secrecy is handled. When is it ok? How much is too much? Who gets to decide? And the damage that can be done when secrets are exposed. This is a tale of warmth, love, and the extreme and sometimes comical lengths to which a family will go to protect one of their own. There is a gentleness to this book, a tenderness, a kindness, like speaking softly to someone in grief. But there is also humor, and a steely-eyed gaze at behavior and decision-making. Quite the combination. And yeah, it can be sappy. So what? Be prepared to go Awwwwwwww. You are going to need a handy supply of tissues to read this one. And at a little over three hundred fast-reading pages, it will take you much, much less than forever to get through it. In fact, you might wish Florence would swim a bit longer while you enjoyed the sand and sun, and slowly sipped a delicious umbrella’d drink. Here’s hoping Rachel Beanland has more family tales, or even made up ones, to share with us in the years ahead. Come on in. the water’s fine. Review first posted – July 24, 2020 Publication dates ==========July 7, 2020 - hardcover ==========June 1, 2021 - trade paperback It was a Barnes & Noble Book Club selection for July 2020 I received an ARE of this book from Simon & Schuster in return for a review without sand in the creases. But let’s keep that just between us for now, ok? And thanks to MC. You know who you are. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Items of Interest ----- Rachel Beanland on Writing Florence Adler Swims Forever - from the B&N bookclub edition ----- How a Tragic Drowning Inspired Rachel Beanland's Florence Adler Swims Forever -----Viewable on line at Trove - Fairy Tales of the South Seas by Annette Kellerman – illustrated by Marcelle Wooster -----Wiki on Tender is the Night ...more |
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| “You know how you change yourself into a different person?” “You know how you change yourself into a different person?”Have you ever done something out of character? Something that is really just not you? I have had the pleasure only very few times. Cowardice is soooo much easier. Life takes a lot less energy if you do not place yourself in risky situations. It had been a really tough year, in a variety of ways that I will not bore you with. I needed to do something to break out of my suffocating shell, so decided the time was right for a cross country adventure. And managed it, sort of. Bought an old twenty-foot, three-and-a-half ton stick-shift Post Office truck for three hundred something bucks at an auction somewhere in New Jersey. Recruited some friends to join, then three others when those dropped out, fitted the thing out with a carpet and some tossed furniture, and we set out. The vehicle did not make it all the way to the other coast, but that’s not the point. Who the hell was that 20-year-old guy who managed this enterprise, got it together, made it happen? He was a stranger to me. How many of us have these other people inside us, or that we create on the fly, to meet a need? Are they any less true versions of us than the versions that came before, or that arrive later? [image] Robin Wasserman - Image from LitHub Rev up your gray cells. We’re going for a ride. In Mother Daughter Widow Wife, Robin Wasserman explores the notion of women defining themselves. Wendy Doe was found on a Peter Pan bus bound for Philadelphia, (maybe missed the Neverland stop?) no ID, no name, no idea where she’d been heading, or where she had come from, no memory of who she was, or had ever been. Must have left her baggage on the bus, if she had even brought any with her. I wanted to write a book about amnesia that was a story not about finding out about the past but about building a new life from scratch, and trying to figure out who you would be if you had no memories, and no baggage, and no obligations. For me it was a chance to explore the science of memory, the history of psychology… - from BookreporterWendy is not the only character in this novel contending with such issues. Having been one sort of a person for so long, there are others who cross a line and become, for a time at least, some other person. Wendy’s is the most dramatic shift, as her prior self no longer resides in her memory at all. The book was clearly also an exploration for Wasserman for personal reasons. …can you discuss the various influences on your book?There is Lizzie Epstein, a research fellow, who just landed one of the plum jobs in her field. She is assigned Wendy as her project by the head of the Meadowlark Institute, psych research superstar, Dr. Benjamin Strauss. Lizzie is almost as subject to Strauss’s charisma as Wendy is to his control. She is re-booting her career after a bit of a mis-step on the other coast. Lizzie’s interaction with Wendy helps fuel her own questions about what she wants, what she can be. The Widow, Elizabeth, is Lizzie at age forty-eight, having married, and now survived Dr. Stuart. Elizabeth had already gone through a change in self-identification when she married Benjamin. Her story is about how she struggled with wanting a career, while smitten with Stuart. We see her now, at forty-eight, then, as a star-struck student, and also get looks at her efforts to find, or define her true self, as she carves an intellectual room of her own, away from him and his work, in the years between. Wendy sees herself as a body into which her consciousness has been dropped. She could as easily have been named Wendy DeNovo. She has zero recollection of her prior life, but has retained cognitive capacity and internalized learning. She can express herself perfectly fine. But it takes constant exposure to find out what she likes and dislikes. What’s your favorite color, Wendy? Let me think about that for a second. There is an interesting dynamic at play during Wendy’s time with Elizabeth at the institute. She may not recognize her own face, but she is putting together a personality. Was it the one she had mislaid? Maybe, maybe not. But, we are assured that once Wendy recovers her memory, her current personality will vanish, a nice word for die. So Wendy has an incentive to not get well. What kind of symptom wants to find its own cure?The Daughter is Alice, Wendy’s college-age daughter. She comes to the Institute looking for clues to who the Wendy side of her mother was, maybe to help her figure out who it is she wants to be. And in going through this process finds a way to express unsuspected aspects of herself. Alice is primarily a daughter in terms of her role, as it relates to the title of the book. Lizzie is a daughter, wife, and widow, and Wendy may be a wife and mother, but only in her prior existence. The Wendy we know is single and childless. But slotting characters into roles is certainly not the way to go about this. The book is about what women might do if freed of the roles of mother, daughter, widow, and wife. Can Alice be her fullest self without seeing herself through the eyes of her parents? Wendy is literally a whole new person, once removed from the roles of mother and wife. Lizzie was all about work, until encountering Stuart. Elizabeth/Lizzie’s role as a daughter is explored as is her role as a wife, a step-mother and widow. Stepping away from the roles she was given, and has taken on, is her challenge. What do I do now? There is a lot going on here that gives the challenges the characters take on added oomph. fugueThis is what Wendy is experiencing. The music element is explored as well, and best of all, the combination of the two. There is a patient at the institute who cannot form new memories, but he manages to play Bach’s Unfinished Fugue over and over. Benjamin is also particularly fond of the form. Benjamin said the fugue was like the self: frugal subjects inverting, subverting, transforming over time, but always, somehow, ineffably and fundamentally the same. He said the fugue was like the mind, rigid rules imposed on finite elements spawning an infinity of combinatorial possibility, a generative complexity from which arose thought, beauty, human consciousness. He said fugue was a junction of reason and unreason, enlightenment rationalism fused with renaissance mysticism, a limited space where finite met infinite. He said Bach used music to encode the divine—like our neurons, Benjamin said, our axons and dendrites, our neurotransmitters, every mind its own creator.which tells us a lot about Benjamin. Another motif that permeates is Augustine. Liz takes on a project, looking into the history of a French woman named Augustine, who had become the poster child for the hysteria diagnosis so popularly stamped on uncooperative women in the late 19th century, and sadly, well beyond, a “lost girl held hostage in a house of science,” the genius men reducing her to a pathology. Did she have the maladies they saw, or did they create them, and did she create her own malady? Saint Augustine is brought into the mix as well. Lizzie had puzzled over this line from the Confessions more than any other. Any duration is divisible into past and future: the present occupies no space. And yet Augustine also said the past and future were only figments. Consequence: there is no now, there are no thens. There is only memory and imagination, no differential of reality wedged between.But what about those memories? Do they fully define who we are? That is certainly a popular view. Memories make us who we are. They create our worldview in ways we hardly realize. Like a character made of Legos, we're built of blocks of memory that all fit together to form our consciousness. How can it be otherwise? - Aug 8, 2017 – Psychology TodaySurely we are not purely memory. Perhaps we are, at least in equal measure, our decisions. And where is the line between growth and change? When does identity, the accumulation of memories we have and decisions we have made allow us to cast off a crusty husk and take on new wings? The men in this book are all absent in ways large and small, Alice’s father never asks her about herself. Strauss, what we see of him, maintains a dual life, of which Lizzie only gets to see a part. She sees her father as a lesser being for the fact that her mother left him. One character gets into a relationship with a guy precisely because she wants to remain unseen, and he fits the bill. Yet another guy is polite and considerate to the point of the total absence of passion. So not a lot to hang onto if you need a relatable male figure here. But then this is really about the women and their self-definitions, so it is what it is. Mother Daughter Widow Wife is a remarkable novel, engaging enough for the struggles its characters take on, and incredibly stimulating for the notions considered. What makes us who we are is always an interesting concept. What pathways might appear for women freed of (or having wrested themselves away from) society’s expectations is likewise a fascinating, eternal subject about humanity. How much of us is nature, and how much nurture? The Augustinian and musical deep dives were both fun and stimulating. I did not feel a deep empathy for the characters, well, maybe except for Wendy. But the bravura look at the making and remaking of selves made it all worth the trip. Review posted – July 3, 2020 Publication dates ----------June 23, 2020 - hardcovr ----------July 13, 2021 - trade paperback I received an ARE of this book from Scribner in return for a fugue-free review. Thanks, too, to MC. You know who you are. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Wasserman, a former children’s book editor, has written more than ten YA novels, including a series that was developed for the Lifetime Channel. Her essays have appeared in the NY Times, The LA Review of Books, and Tin House, and her stories have appeared in several anthologies. This is her first novel for adults. Interviews -----Lithub – May 19, 2016 - Robin Wasserman: Respect the Power of the Teenage Girl - for Girls on Fire -----The Atlantic – October 23, 2013 - 'Stephen King Saved My Life' Items of Interest -----NamUS - a missing persons clearinghouse -----Wikipedia - Louise Augustine Gleizes -----Bookreporter.com - Wasserman’s elevator pitch for the book - at 7:26 of the video Songs/Music -----Bach’s Unfinished Fugue -----Pat Benetar - Love is a Battlefield -----Jessye Norman - Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child ...more |
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| “When will you have achieved all your ambitions, Mrs. Pemberton?” she asked, as others jostled around them. “When will you have achieved all your ambitions, Mrs. Pemberton?” she asked, as others jostled around them.Ron Rash writes of place and people. The place is Appalachia, the people are its residents, and those who stop by to extract what it has to offer. One thing I want to do is for landscape and my characters to be inextricably bound together. I believe the landscape people live in has to affect their psychology. - from the Transatlantica interviewThe time? Fluid, any time from the Civil War to the present. In a sense, I’m writing a current that runs through time in those stories. And, also, paradoxically time is a kind of geography as well: it is also a way of showing people in much different cultural mindsets, even within a specific culture, and thus another way to probe for the universal within a specific cultural landscape.There are nine stories and one novella in this collection, the book taking its title, In the Valley, from that longer piece. [image] Ron Rash - image from the Charlotte Observer Many of these stories include bullying behavior. A Trumpian sort tries to stiff his contractors. A wife-beater demands what he sees as his rights despite his crimes. A thuggish person seeks to intimidate all around him. A corporate exploiter brings on a fitting punishment. But there are also stories that touch the heart without that external stress. Sad Man in the Sky offers a beautiful thought to counter a troubled past. L’homme Blessé shows a form of comfort for those in particularly difficult times. A good deed stands out in a low-end life in Last Bridge Burned. Rash counterpoints evil and redemption in his work. No less here. Throughout, the beauty of Rash’s writing raises the level of all the tales told. If the language were not so beautiful and sublime, particularly in a play such as King Lear, the experience would be unbearable. What I’m trying for in my work—it’s up to the reader to decide if I do—is the sublime. I want my work to take the reader to that place. And I think you can do that with that juxtaposition of language and violence. - from the Transatlantica interviewBut most of all there is In the Valley. If you have not read Rash’s masterpiece, Serena, I urge you to either order it online or dash out to an open bookstore and pick up a copy ASAP. It is one of the best novels ever. Sadly, the film that was made of it was a huge disappointment. But that changes nothing about the book. Read it, please, please, please. You will not be sorry. You can read In the Valley without having read Serena, but, really, don’t. This novella continues the tale of Serena Pemberton, a Lady Macbethian figure, with no moral restrictions. Her only law is greed, and if that requires some violence, no problem. Her personal thug, Galloway, despite having lost part of an arm, does his best to spread his pain around. I think I tend to use maimed characters with the idea that the world they inhabit is wounded. - from the Transatlantica interviewSerena stands in for extraction industries of all sorts. Her only goal is to take as much as she can get. Attempting to clear-cut the remains of the land left to her when her husband died, under mysterious circumstances, in the novel, she feels no obligation to clean up the mess she leaves behind, ecological or human. Serena drives her men like livestock and will stop at nothing, even manipulating time itself, to see that the job gets done on schedule. Rash includes several chapter-end inserts that list all the local life that has been removed with each new level of destruction. I included one of these at the top of this review. Ron Rash fully recaptures the feel, and substance of the novel, using a crew of workers as a Greek chorus, and showing Serena in all her horror. There is old world magic in the form of a blind, and dark-hearted seer, and plenty of dread-inducing people and situations to keep you from getting too comfortable. Serena is a horror movie monster. What she is doing to the land is as horrific as what she does to any who get in her way. It is a riveting read, with heroics as well as cruelty, and the sort of imagery that lets you know you are in the hands of a master. THE STORIES Neighbors - Mrs Rebecca Penland and her two kids are threatened by a group of Confederate raiders in Union territory. She expects that she will suffer what many of her neighbors have, her property in whole or part being burned, and maybe worse. But she also knows that her neighbors will rush to her aid. The women would bring food enough to get Rebecca and the children through the winter. Men would bring axes and the surrounding woods would sound like gunshots as the honed metal struck in the November air. All day the women would cook and tend fires. Children would gather kindling, then scuff among ashes for the iron nails that had secured the shingles. Everyone would work until dusk, then return the next day to help more. Ira Wilkey might or might not say We will get through this together, but that was understood. They were neighbors.There is a great twist here. Be ready. When All the Stars Fall from the Sky Father and son contractors have a very different approach to the world. Pop is old-school, contracting on a handshake. He is a stickler for detail, even if that makes him slower to complete projects. Junior is much more a person of the present, willing to cut corners, always looking to make a few extra bucks on the cheap. They make the mistake of taking on work from a very Trumpian sort, someone eager to squeeze the absolute most out them without offering fair compensation. How they respond shows the change that has come over too much of the nation. When Brent was growing up, his father would point out how a plumber in Brevard had done shoddy work but then gone out of business, or how a county clerk embezzled money for three years but ended up in prison. It catches up with you, son, he’d say. But plenty did get away with it, Brent knew. All you had to do was look at the recession, which almost caused him and his father to lose everything. The silk-tied crooks who’d done it weren’t arrested and no one pretended they ever would be. People like that got away with anything. Get caught robbing folks, all you had to do was pay back part of what you stole. Turn a million people into drug addicts, you didn’t spend a day in jail.The treatment of Roger Stone would fit right in. Why be decent in an indecent world? Sad Man in the Sky - (there is a link to the story in EXTRA STUFF) A poignant tale of a chopper pilot offering Smoky Mountain Park Tours taking on a job flying a bedraggled-looking man to a dodgy part of the area. The things he sees stirs images from the past. I press the pedal and the skids lift free of the earth. As always, memories of long-ago flights tense my stomach.. He does not know what his passenger is all about, but hopes for the best. L’homme Blessé Jake Yancy, an art teacher at Brevard College, is asked by a former student to check out artwork done by her Uncle Walt in a cabin that is set to be demolished. Walt had returned home from his combat in Europe damaged, but brought back as well memories of peace and beauty, from a surprising source. Yancy is able to relate, given his own recent losses. What he finds when he investigates is remarkable. The Baptism Jason Gunter is young and off-the-scale arrogant. He wants Reverend Yates to baptize him. Yates is not inclined, given that Gunter is a wife beater, who may have killed one wife already, and has driven off a second. Now he has his mind set on wedding that one’s fourteen-year-old sister, Pearl. Four congregation members on his porch, Marvin Birch at the head. They do not want him to baptize Gunter. He says there is a chance that the baptism may cleanse his soul, even if he does not really expect it to do so. And if he refuses, he will force Eliza [Pearl’s mother] and Pearl to walk in the freezing cold to another preacher much farther away, endangering their health.A tough tale on the challenge of doing the right thing while contending with the demands of religious law and an awful human being. Flight - (there is a link to the story in EXTRA STUFF) Stacy is a Park Ranger with a powerful feel for the land she is charged with protecting. A boorish sort makes life difficult for others wanting to fish there. Even though her boss tells her not to engage with this rectum, she cannot let this behavior stand and does what she can to interrupt him. There is an underlying stream here of belonging to the land, not just visiting, but participating and engaging, not just playing. I was reminded of Becky Shytle in Rash’s novel, Above the Waterfall. Becky had found a similar connection to and solace in nature, a way for her spirit to take flight. Trout turn up frequently in Rash’s writing. In Flight, Stacy points a visitor to where real, not stocked, trout might be found. Trout have to live in a pure environment unlike human beings; they can’t live in filth! And so I think there is a kind of wonder; to me, they’re incredibly beautiful creatures…when such creatures disappear, we have lost something that cannot be brought back. - from the Transatlantica interviewLast Bridge Burned Carlyle is down three jobs and two wives. He is closing in on 60, working at a gas station, shutting down for the night, when a woman comes by, thirtyish, just ditched from a car heading to Nashville. “Last bridge burned,” she says. Will he help her out? What about Carlyle? Are there any more bridges for him? This line just kills me. He made some coffee and sat in the front room, staring at nail holes in the wall where pictures once hung. Ransom Jennifer, daughter of a particularly well-to-do father, wakes in the trunk of a car, kidnapped, held by her abductor, who is not obviously otherwise unkind to her, for a prolonged period. She tries to engage him in conversation, as one does. Making yourself human makes it tougher for them to treat you like you are disposable. Her kidnapper lost a child, although he will not speak of her. A killer O Henry-ish twist ties this one up. The Belt Jubal is 80 years old, a Civil War woundee, his life spared when an incoming minié ball glanced off his considerable belt buckle, which sports an eagle with claws extended, his very lucky belt. He is caring for his great-grandchild while his grandson Rob, and wife Lizzie, head into town to sell their eggs and butter. But a big storm is coming and the river is rising way too fast for comfort. The sandbars had disappeared, but the big boulder midstream broke the onrushing water like a ship’s hull. No flood had ever submerged this rock. Can Jubal hang on until his grandson and his wife return? Can he keep the little one safe? The land provides, but the land can also take away. A scary story of contending with natural forces run amok and looking for a bit of luck. With obvious resonance to the climate crises of today. I think people in mountains tend to feel very close to that place. … There’s almost the sense that the mountains are rising up around them, protecting them, almost like a womb. There’s a sense of security in a way. I think that also at times it can be oppressive. There’s a sense of mountains looming over people, reminding them how small and brief their lives are. I find it interesting to see what I can do with that as a writer. - from the Daily “Yonder interviewIn the Valley is a magnificent collection, showing off one of America’s greatest writers at the peak of his powers, in his favorite form. Short fiction is the medium I love the most, because it requires that I bring everything I’ve learned about poetry—the concision, the ability to say something as vividly as possible—but also the ability to create a narrative that, though lacking a novel’s length, satisfies the reader. - from The Daily Beast interviewHe takes on classic conflicts, particularly exploitation of the lesser by the greater, or at least, by the cruder, but with a modern sensibility. He brings his poet’s ear for language to the short prose form, elevating the stories to high art. And he does this without losing the ability to engage, to make you feel, and to make you consider. And if that is not enough, he adds in twists that would make O Henry proud. My only gripe about In the Valley is that it did not go on forever. It is nothing less than sublime. He headed west on Highway 19, the directions on the passenger seat. The leaves were off the trees now, revealing time-worn swells so unlike the wild, seismic peaks and valleys beloved by European Romantics such as Pernhart and Friedrich. Sturm und Drang. Yet the Appalachians were daunting in their uniformity, a vast wall, unmarked by crevices that might provide an easy path out. Review posted – July 31, 2020 Publication dates ----------August 4, 2020 - hardcover ----------July 13, 2021 - trade paperback I received a chance to read this book early thanks to Doubleday and NetGalley. They must have known how much I love Ron Rash’s work. ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section directly below. [image] ...more |
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| In the coming days, conditions will continue to deteriorate. Emergency services and other public safety nets will be stretched to their breaking po In the coming days, conditions will continue to deteriorate. Emergency services and other public safety nets will be stretched to their breaking points, exacerbated by the wily antagonists of fear, panic, misinformation, a myopic, sluggish federal bureaucracy further hamstrung by a president unwilling and woefully unequipped to make the rational, science-based decisions necessary; and exacerbated, of course, by plain old individual everyday evil.There is something very eerie at work in Paul Tremblay’s latest novel, Survivor Song, but not in the way you might expect from this author. It was written before the Corona Virus pandemic became a global menace. It portrays a smaller event, an epidemic, focused in New England, but anticipates many of the issues that have now manifested as real. We will come back to this. [image] Paul Tremblay - image from wikimedia In case you have not had your RDA of zombie-based entertainment, Paul Tremblay’s got your back, and no, he won’t bite it. Tremblay is very fond of identifying a horror trope and then creating his own take on it. The zombie trope, like many, is a format within which to write about other things. It is supposed to be a scary story, of course, but, in the same way that the format of a sonnet offers a structure, but no real direction on content. There are common elements to zombie storiez: Create immediate crisis, add a clock to it. Gotta rush or something awful will happen. Check – Zombie invades the home of a couple, kills the guy, bites the woman, before she kills him. But this is a new sort of virus, a special form of rabies with an insane rate of development, so our heroine needs to get to serious medical care ASAP. There is a vaccine at the hospital. Tick, tock. Give your characters somewhere they need to be and start stripping away the means they have to get from here to there. Yep – all modes of transportation are challenged in one way or another. Add to the unnatural evil loose on the world a large dose of stupidity, and/or human malevolence. You know the sort, the person(s) who will absolutely, positively not believe a word our hero or heroine says, and will try to clamp them in irons, kill them, or in some other way impede their progress, sooner than heed reality. Sometimes it’s the government official trying to hide evidence of a secret experimental program gone awry, or a bigoted southern hayseed sheriff who pulls you over for driving while desperate. Uh huh - More the latter here, northern this time. Streetside vigilantes. Give them AR-15s and have them tricked out head to toe in the latest in camo couture, toting all the military gear they have been collecting in their basements, and have them menace anyone not in their tribe, as they seek to apply their very non-scientific solution to the problem. If the zombies here were looking for brains, and came across these folks, they would come away unsatisfied. I happened to be in England for my first time ever doing some book events. I was sitting on a train and I started writing in my notebook. I thought about some of my previous novels, most of which sort of take the horror trope and try to look at it in a different way, or if not a different way — I try to maybe ground that story in reality. I wrote down ‘zombie.’ I was like, ‘Oh, how would I do that?’If the elements noted (and I am sure there are more) are a part of the, or a standard zombie framework, I’m fine with that. This is a favorite approach of Tremblay’s, offering his own take on an established trope. But it felt a bit excessive to go after reader affections with a just-a-few-moments-ago-widowed pregnant woman. Maybe give her cancer too? Oh, wait, she was bitten by the zombie that killed her husband, and has only so much time before she manifests the symptoms. Fine, whatever. I was reminded of Harper in Joe Hill’s The Fireman, also pregnant, also afflicted with a MacGuffin-osis, dragonscale in that case. Will Harper burst into flames? Will Natalie lose her mind to the super-rabies that is spreading so dynamically, and become a mindless violence machine? Has this become standard fare in the zombie ouevre? Am I wrong to see this as excess? Seriously, I am not sure. Zombie-philes, (Z-files?) please, let me know. Ok, so Natalie is in need of medical intervention. Good thing her bff is Doctor Ramola Sherman, aka Rams. Nats gets in touch, Rams gets moving, and these two will face the next few hours (the fast-paced duration of this novel) together, Nats deteriorating, Rams trying to cut through red tape and BS to get Nats the help she needs. Will it be enough? Will it be in time? Tick tock. So, fast-paced, action adventure of type Z. The bond between Rams and Nats is nicely drawn, looking back at their time together in Providence before life added responsibilities, and catching up on their friendship to the present. Our focus remains on these two throughout, with only occasional side-trips to social media or alternate character perspectives. There are attacks to be survived, and progress to a destination to be made, all within a relatively local range. I had no contacts in the CDC or anything like that. I really wanted to focus on what it would be like at a small suburban hospital — a local outbreak. My sister is a nurse at Beth Israel Hospital in downtown Boston, so most of my research on what the response would be was through her. I got to see what some hospitals’ response plans would be. - from the Rollingstone interviewNow to the eerie bit. Sorry, zombies are pretty garden variety these days, even though Tremblay does his bit to differentiate them by making their zombie-hood short-term. They do not die and return to chase brains ad nauseum. He also tosses in zombie animals, which is a totally fitting touch, given that this is super-rabies epidemic. At almost every step of the way, Nats and Rams encounter impediments, questions, or problems that could have been taken from any newspaper over the early (or, depending where you are, even late) Covid months. Looks like Tremblay’s sister knew what she was talking about. ICUs being overwhelmed, hospitals being overwhelmed, physician shortages, materials shortages, not enough PPEs, not enough vaccines, talking about which state might be safer to be in, limitations on state border crossings, governments not having their acts together to cope with a sudden crisis. Tremblay had some serious voodoo working to have predicted with such creepy accuracy the challenges that our advanced medical care system would experience when faced with an epidemic-level crisis. And while the malady in question is, no doubt, extreme, it is not supernatural. Really, how big a stretch is it to posit a variation of rabies that was faster-acting and more virulent? So, Survivor Song is worth checking out for this frisson of recognition you will experience in ripping through this very fast read. While the speed with which this virus infects is terrifying, it shouldn’t prevent us from containing it. If anything, given how quickly people succumb to the virus, if we can maintain a proper quarantine and isolation, we should be able to contain the outbreak. But that presumes people do not panic, that correct information and instruction are disseminated efficiently to the public, that the federal government follows the CDCs recommendations to be proactive with vaccine, and not reactive…We should be offering prophylaxis to whoever comes through these doors.”Only Spot. Fricking. On! Finally, there is the content that is being carried along by the trope. Not tough seeing what that might be. Tremblay points it out to us from time to time. A woman shouts from above, “She had great power and was dreaded by all the world.” The door slams shut and then swings open without a pause. “Surrounded by a high wall,” she says sing song, lilting at “high” and separating “wall” into two syllables. Her voice is the same tone and pitch as the alarm and it sounds like there are two of her. The woman continues shouting between the piston like opening and closing of the door. “Let it cost what it will cost.”Could be a segment on Fox and Friends. It is not just Trumpkins who are targeted, but those in society who make careers of denying reality. …it will burrow, digging like a nasty tick; it will migrate; and it will return all but encouraged and welcomed in a country where science and forethought are allowed to be dirty words, where humanity’s greatest invention—the vaccine—is smeared and vilified by narcissistic, purposeful fools [the most dangerous kind, where fear is harvested for fame, profit, and self-esteem…The militia sorts shown here would have fit in quite nicely in Charlottesville. One of the things about being an excellent writer is that one’s prior work has established a high bar. The result is that any new work that does not meet that previous high level can be seen as disappointing, even if, had it been put out by an unknown writer, it might be seen as top drawer. Survivor Song has a lot going for it. Page-turning fast action, it is teeth deep into a version of real contemporary plague, and offers some intelligent perspective on real-world problems. Yet, after having loved The Cabin at the End of the World and Growing Things and Other Stories, I liked this one, but did not love it. While I liked Rams and Nats, I did not love them. Does that make me a bad person? Gut-level three and half, boosted up to four for the thoughtfulness of the real world considerations and excellent/awkward timing of putting out a plague book during a time of actual plague. At least Tremblay’s plague is not one we have to cope with in the real world, yet. Review posted – July 3, 2020 Publication dates ----------July 7, 2020- hardcover ----------July 6, 2021 - trade paperback =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages =================================Q& A I wondered if Tremblay was maybe poking a little fun at himself by introducing a character named Paul who drove a stick shift Subaru with over 200K miles on it and who clung dearly to an outmoded phone. So I did what one does, I asked. GR has an ask-the-author feature on author profile pages. Tremblay was extremely gracious and quick in his response. Maybe a small self-tweak. I do missing driving a stick (I currently drive a hybrid) but that Paul and me don't share an affinity for old tech and things that break down easily.I also asked why he used “Song” in the title. My favorite songs tend to be short, fast, and a mix of hopeful and melancholy. It was the vibe I wanted to go for with this book.If you have any questions for one of our best writers of horror, you might check out his profile page and just go on ahead and ask. You can do so here. Interviews -----Rollingstone - What It’s Like Releasing a Novel About a Deadly Virus in the Middle of Pandemic - By Brenna Ehrlich -----Blood in the Gears - Paul Tremblay on the Craft of Writing - mostly on Cabin at the End of the World, but enough is generic to make it useful -----Hangouts on Air - 2:17:45 – Tremblay with others Songs/Music -----The Cranberries- Zombie -----A literal Survivor Song - Do Nats and Rams have the Eye of the Tiger? My reviews of other books by Paul Tremblay -----2019 - Growing Things and Other Stories -----2018 - The Cabin at the End of the World ...more |
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| There is nothing so disturbing as a creature born to flight being bound to dull lifelessness.-------------------------------------- A nameless s There is nothing so disturbing as a creature born to flight being bound to dull lifelessness.-------------------------------------- A nameless sadness, the fading away of the birds. The fading away of the animals. How lonely it will be here, when it’s just us.Franny Stone has always had large volumes of wanderlust coursing through her veins. From? To? Both? Neither? It seems that this is an ancestral gift. Excellent for seeing vast swaths of the planet’s landscape. Maybe not so good for establishing a secure base of operations in, say, maybe, a family, living in, oh, a home. [image] Charlotte McConaghy - image from Fantastic Fiction About twenty minutes into the future, a breathless Franny turns up at the town of Tasiilaq, in Greenland. The fauna of planet Earth have been vanishing at an alarming rate for a long time already. Mass extinctions are no longer the exception, but the rule. Franny wants to hitch a ride with a fishing boat. Her mission? To track the last Arctic terns on the planet as they make their globe-spanning annual migration from the Arctic to the Antarctic. She is happy to take on seamen’s chores while aboard, although her skill-set is somewhat slim. But what she can offer of value is tracking hardware. Terns with trackers on them and a computer that can check where they are. This is of significance to a particularly hard-core fishing boat captain, Ennis Malone, as terns are excellent locators of large schools of fish, and Malone is desperate for one last ”golden catch” before he, and all other fishermen, are banned from practicing their trade, the oceans having been pretty much drained of sustainable piscine life. [image] Tasiilaq Greenland - image from Travel with 2 of us Franny’s time talking her way onto, and then shipping out on, the good ship Saghani, is our home-base present for the novel. From here we flip back to several times in Franny’s life. Two, four, six, ten, twelve, nineteen years, and one year before. Each peels back a part of her life. We learn more of Franny’s many secrets with each look back. McConaghy sustains tension by showing us just enough, getting us to bite, then yanking us into the next chapter, the next time and place. Franny has several loves as well as secrets. She is a creature of the sea, an amazing swimmer, having an unnatural tolerance for oceanic chill, which she demonstrates by diving into such frigid water on rescue missions, with no apparent attention being paid to her personal safety. You wouldn’t be surprised if she crawled out of the water sporting an Ariel-like flipper instead of legs. The sea for her is one of the great loves of her life. Maybe it’s the family she never had. She feels more connected to her body, and weightless, and almost able to fly like the birds she loves. - from the -WriterUnboxed interviewShe is smitten with birds. We learn that she had had a particularly connected dealing with crows as a child. In another one of the lookbacks she is working at a University, decides to pop into an ornithology class, to bolster her innate interest, and finds, unsurprisingly, that she loves it, that she has an excellent feel for the course material. This does not go unnoticed by the professor, who is soon gaga over her. Niall’s love for the natural world, birds in particular, is as great as Franny’s love for the sea, but he is able to fulfill this passion by study, research, and teaching, without having to give up everything to pursue his interest. His is a stable passion, although no less a passion than hers. Niall is absolutely symbolic of the birds for Franny. He represents the idea that you can study what you love without taking away from the magic in those things. - from the Dead Darlings interviewTheir relationship takes flight, Franny’s third true love, but her wanderlust remains overpowering. It was always there, still is, and e’er will be. I tried for Niall, like I did for my mother. I really did. But the rhythms of the sea’s tides are the only things we humans have not yet destroyed.The family piece is important. Her mother encouraged her to read a lot. In addition to expanding her brain, it was a way for Franny to leave, without having to physically take off. And it worked. Her mother was particularly sensitive to leaving, having been abandoned by her mother as a child. Franny knew about this, and her mother’s promise that if Franny ever left it would be the last straw for her. The call comes when Franny is ten, and she does an adventurous runner with a fellow adventurer. But when she comes back two days later, Mom is gone. And Franny is packed off to her grandparents in Australia, her father having been out of the picture for a long time. Adult Franny goes on a search to find out what had happened to her mother, one of several lookback threads. It was really important to me to write the moments in Franny’s past that make her who she is, and for the reader to be able to experience those moments on an intimate level with her, because I felt that this would allow readers to connect more deeply with her and what drives her through the story. There’s also a lot of tension to be built in using suspension and mystery—you leave clues peppered throughout and only reveal information at moments that will create catharsis for your readers. - from the Amazon interviewFranny sustains a number of secrets. Aboard the boat she suffers from night terrors, even to the point of some life-threatening somnambulism. Why? What’s the deal with all those letters she writes but fails to send? What happened with her mother? Is that even a secret or just a mystery? There are more. And she is not the only one. Some of the Saghani crew have plenty of their own. [image] Arctic Tern – image from Discover Magazine The migration theme is worked vigorously. Franny’s innate pull to here or there is certainly of a kind with the migration urges of birds. We get to see the migration of the terns in action. There is even mention of a very long-term migration involving ocean currents. The fishermen must migrate to follow the fish, who also migrate. One of Franny’s needs is to try to find or construct a family. Niall presents one way in which to have an actual home base. He offers her a lot of space to be who she is. One can also see the Saghani crew as a kind of family. They certainly look after one another in a familial way. She can be herself to a significant degree with them, salve her loneliness as they have theirs. Franny’s searching for her mother is also driven by this familial need. Even if you are going to be in and out, you need a place to hang your hat, or maybe it is not so much defined by the place but by people. Home, then, is wherever you are, when you are with the people you love. The future McConaghy portrays is grim, but she had not set out to bum everyone out, or parade back and forth wearing a sandwich board, screaming “Repent!” She is not interested in tossing harpoons. One measure of this is how sympathetically she portrays the fishermen, even knowing that their work is part of the problem. It is a very human look at things. I didn’t want to write a dystopian novel about the physical impacts of climate change, such as what would become of our food supply. I wanted this to be an existential look at the way the loss of the animals would make us feel, and I think this was a refusal of the idea that humans are the most important things on this planet, and that everything exists in service to us. I wanted the world I drew to look almost identical to the world today, apart from that one major difference, hoping that this would be a more confronting way to predict how close a future without animals really is. - from the Amazon interviewFranny Stone is a fascinating and engaging character. Admittedly, most of us will not share her compulsion to just go. But, while it is likely that our traumas do not match hers, we have all suffered trauma of one sort or another. And while few of us have had to endure the chained up, tied down feelings or experiences Franny has, many of us have spent long stretches of time in places and/or situations we would rather not inhabit (I certainly have). And while we may not have the NEED that Franny experiences, we all have things we want, desires that are unfilled, whether in lower case or bolded caps. So, while we may or may not identify with the specifics of her experience, we can certainly identify in one way or another with Franny’s pain, with what remains unquenched, fueling potential movement. Migrations is a remarkable book that will transport you, but to a place you will want to see. You will meet interesting characters along the way, try to figure out some mysteries, uncover some secrets, and consider that we are not all made alike. There is on offer here a look at love made difficult by what is inherent, but also a look at how that might be managed. Hopefully, you will consider optimism, the possibility that courses through these pages as well as the dark future they portend. Migrations is a journey well worth taking. A shiver of delight finds me as we set out into the dark water. We hug the coast, traveling north by the ceaseless circling light of the lighthouse. The salty smell of the sea and the sound of its crash, the sway of the waves and the black abyss of its depths, the reaching dark of it, up to where it meets the inky velvet sky pricked through with glitter. With the stars reflected in the water we could be sailing through the sky itself; there is no end to it, no end to the sea or the sky but a gentle joining together. Review posted – August 14, 2020 Publication dates ----------August 4, 2020 - hardcover ----------July 6, 2021 - trade paperback I received an e-book ARE of Migrations from Flatiron via NetGalley. No long-distance travel was entailed. I did, however, feel unshakably pulled to write a review. And thanks too, to MC. You know who you are. Ok, sometimes I get a dark urge, a compulsion that I cannot resist, try as I might. The result is safely tucked under a spoiler tag to protect the innocent. But if you are driven by investigatory instincts, I urge you to reconsider before going there. (view spoiler)[ Ok, my real closing line… In writing Migrations Charlotte McConaghy has left no Stone un-terned. Ok, there it is done. Yes, I know I have a problem. Don’t judge me. (hide spoiler)] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram, Twitter and FB pages This is the author’s first book for adult readers My review of McConaghy's 2021 follow up, Once There Were Wolves Interviews -----Amazon - An interview with "Migrations" author Charlotte McConaghy by Al Woodworth on 8/6/20 -----Bookpage - Charlotte McConaghy - To the moon and back three times by Cat, Deputy Editor - 8/4/20 -----Bookweb - A Q&A With Charlotte McConaghy, Author of August’s #1 Indie Next List Pick By Emily Behnke – 7/21/20 -----Dead Darlings - Interview with Charlotte McConaghy, Author of Migrations - 8/4/20 -----Libro.fm Audiobooks - Author Interview: Charlotte McConaghy by Kelsey Norris – 8/8/20 -----Writer Unboxed - A Glimmer of Hope from a Dark Future: An Interview with Charlotte McConaghy by Julie Carrick Dalton – 8/6/20 Items of Interest -----Chasing daylight - tiny trackers reveal the incredible flight plans of the Arctic tern -----Nemo’s Point -----Reading Group Guide -----The Wild Geese - a poem by Mary Oliver – it is referenced in chapter 2 – four years ago in Franny’s life - not really a spoiler, just a piece of the poem (view spoiler)[ Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. (hide spoiler)] Songs/Music -----Luke Kelly - Raglan Road - Franny gets weepy in Chapter 22 on hearing this song ...more |
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| “You ever get the feeling,” she said…”that somebody else already did all this shit? That we’re, like, just watching it happen?”------------------ “You ever get the feeling,” she said…”that somebody else already did all this shit? That we’re, like, just watching it happen?”-------------------------------------- Short, thin, with narrow shoulders. The head just a little too big for that slight body, skull-like, all forehead and cheekbones, narrow as a trowel at the mouth.First, let’s get something clear straight away. While there is a sci-fi-ish element extant in Nine Shiny Objects, this is not really a sci-fi novel. We never really get more sci-fi than a newspaper account of Kenneth Arnold’s seminal saucer sighting. The only actual extra-normal element is a bit of fantasy in the final chapter, and a bit of dream work. The novel is a linked-stories narrative of historical fiction. Just so’s ya know. It begins in 1947. Oliver Danville had just washed out of a not very promising acting career. But, in a local drinking establishment, he got to see the curtains close on a charmer named Necky, someone Oliver feared mightily, someone to whom Oliver owed two hundred bucks, someone who was expected to take partial payment in the form of broken bones. Knowing a sign when he sees one, and now relieved of that particular debt, Oliver heads out, determines to straighten up, live an upstanding life, maybe marry a librarian. He slips into a booth at the local automat, and, over his tuna, coffee, and apple pie, reads about a pilot over the Cascades who reported seeing nine shiny objects that reminded him of tea saucers. With twenty eight bucks to his name, Oliver begins hitchhiking west, feeling a calling, (…he felt the buzzing coming on, like a drug.) and the game is afoot. The nine shiny objects of the title refer not only to the UFO MacGuffin, but to the interlinked stories of Oliver and eight other characters. The tales cover the period from 1947 to 1987, a look at the United States over that forty-year span. Central to all the stories is the notion of ideals, of dreaming. (Everybody’s looking for something.) Maybe American dreams, maybe just human dreams. Everyone wants something that feels, or is, wrapped up in a maybe someday. Castleberry presents us with a range of hopes. But there is a dark undercurrent as well, whether we call it a stain on the American soul, or the presence of evil in the world, light versus dark, hope versus despair, optimism versus pessimism. The challenge is there, and few hopes slip past its Argus-like gaze unaffected. Claudette Doneo, twenty years old, had aspired to emulate her high school teacher, Mrs Garfield, and see the world. She would also love to find someone with whom she could share life’s adventure. But her aggressive boss at the greasy spoon where she is getting by in Del Mar, CA, definitely ain’t it. When she meets Eileen (Oliver’s sister), who is running a new local church from an old warehouse, some new possibilities are revealed. They are an odd lot, looking to space ships to take them up to heaven. But Eileen seems pretty nice. Marlene Ranagan, in 1957, is living a life of suburban despair. She and her husband are a Jewish couple in a not-so-welcoming NYC suburb, one featuring covenants no deity would inspire. She yearns for something better than having to pop a mother’s little helper whenever her feelings get the better of her, and having a husband who is content to spend his free time in front of the TV watching cowboy movies and drinking beer. She is not without her interests, though, a neighbor who might become more than just that, and an education in art she had ignored to become a homemaker. A stranger comes to town looking for a war-buddy who had taken up with some crazy UFO cult, and the town does not know how to deal with him. [image] Brian Castleberry - image from his site Stanley West is a struggling black writer, living in Harlem with his uncle, a professor at the City College of New York. A bit of a poser, he is trying to find himself, poet, painter, ne‘er do well. He has a very dark run-in with a suburban crowd that find him a convenient target for their misplaced fear and rage. Take one Black man. Add a dollop of Bircher-level mentality leading a fearful suburban enclave, and the results are grim. In 1967, Skip Michaels sells Great Books subscriptions door to door, partaking of the product in hotel rooms, diminishing day by day in a soul-suck of a marriage, and tries to cope with being a northeasterner living in very southern Jacksonville. But in his heart of hearts, he always had an artistic yearning. He never got far with it, but fate has a surprise in store, in the form of a gumdrop-shaped insurance salesman, who passes on some information that sparks Skip’s long-sidelined dream anew. Alice “Listen Up People” Linwood is a forty-eight-year-old counterculture radio personality in 1972 Phoenix. She spouts what a lot of people see as conspiracy theory folderol. But her audience is growing, particularly since she began focusing on Nixon and Watergate. Alice used to belong to a group whose motto was “Look to the Stars,” but after JFK was assassinated she cast her gaze a bit lower. The big deal impending is that her primary source is in town, on the run, with major dirt for her that can change her world. Joan Halford still lives in Long Island’s Ridge Landing in 1977, about ten years after her bigot of a husband passed. The guy was so sweet that their son, Scott, a drummer in a band, declined to return home for the funeral. She and her husband had done some damage with their intolerance, but time and reflection have taken a toll. Joan may be ready to move past some of her boundaries and enjoy a wider vista. This was the hankie tale of the bunch for me. If she had a choice, if she’d learned anything tonight, she would never speak to any of them again. But she knew, here, too, that this wasn’t how things would work out. She would find a way to call Stacy, and later find a way to ask Wolfboy’s forgiveness. And inside she would hate them both a little for knowing her too long, for not letting her change, not letting her find out who she really was. What she was, what she wanted to be, or what she wanted others to see in her was that song “Pretty Vacant” by the Sex Pistols, just emptied out and gone, as if someone better than Ted or Chris or anyone ever asked her, that’s what she would say and if they laughed, she would beat them to the ground like she had Wolfboy. Or she wouldn’t. Of course she wouldn’t.1982, Debbie Vasquez is playing Ms. Pac-Man at the Crazy-Eight Arcade in Waterbury, CT. Her friend Nathan, aka Wolfboy, invites her to a party being held by Brain-Dead Ted. (She’d rather dig her eyeballs out with sporks.) But Nathan’s brother’s band will be playing at the party and she’s got it bad for them. Her father is/was a rock star, so music permeates, but he was not much of a father. She’s got issues, which manifest in her being tough-as-nails. She has very push-pull relationships with her friends. Debbie lives with her mother, and has not yet found her dream, but grows a piece over a tough night of experiencing and remembering. I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma. In the late ’80s a mall was built in the next town over, and at its center — as far as I was concerned — was this dark arcade where I would occasionally run into people I knew from school or others of my age from nearby towns. I feel like in my pre-teen imagination the place was a kind of salon for dorks like me. Of course, I’d only have 15 or 20 minutes to roam around wasting quarters while my mom was looking at shoes or something. But it’s buried deep in there, and through that memory I discovered the character of Debbie, who is much cooler than I ever was, and much tougher. - from the Bookweb interviewIn 1987, Mikhail Gorbachev and Ronald Reagan were talking treaty, the former trying to hold the wolves at bay over his Perestroika and Glasnost policies, the latter contending with his Robert Bork failure and Iran-Contra scandal. Jack Penrod has troubles of his own. Originally, he’d pictured retiring at fifty-nine to be filled with travel and projects around the house. Instead he’d spent most of his time puttering from room to room and getting on his wife’s nerves. She wasn’t used to him being around all day…what he really wanted to tell her he couldn’t put together in words. Something about how he missed her so desperately, how it seemed anymore they were strangers passing on a sidewalk, how he’d started to itch with this feeling that he’d wasted all his life doing next to nothing.His dead brother keeps appearing to him, alive as you or me. He is not, sadly, visible to Jack’s long-suffering wife, who had thought her husband was done with this delusion years before. It seems Jack’s brother has a mission, a twelve-step-like need to make at least some amends. The late brother had not led the most exemplary life, although he did hold the family together after their parents left, when the brothers were teens. There was a particular apology he needed Jack to give for him. Road Trip! Jack speaks of the past with the partner of the apology recipient. As she spoke about it all, he began to see it in his mind, and as it formed, he felt a warm glow at the base of his neck. Here was a dream, yes, and the two of them, connected to it only by hearsay, frolicked in its possibilities. A town was more like a family, spreading out in all directions, changing its neighboring towns like falling dominoes. The vision of this better place seemed so easy to make true, and he had to stop himself from reaching out and taking her hand in his. To his surprise they had already become friends.There are two seminal events from which the rest emanate like shock-waves from a blast, the UFO sighting in 1947 and a Tulsa-like pogrom years later. They serve to tie the tales together, giving the hum of historical background sound a structure. Cults come in for a bi-polar look. The Seekers of the 1940s may have had some nutty canon, but they were a benign, hopeful group, forward-looking, cheerful, friendly, warm. A very different sort of cult forms around a rock star, based on hedonism and nihilism. That musician is another character who gets minimum direct screen time, but whose influence permeates the stories. Characters are linked to each other from story to story, one or two at a time. The image I kept in my head as I wrote and revised was of a painting with a foreground and background. In the foreground are these characters in each of their stories, but looming behind them is this shared background…this structure allowed me to create a sense of characters flowing through history, absorbed in their personal lives even though we (readers, I mean) can see and understand that history, those bigger shifts happening around and to them. - from the Vol. 1 Brooklyn interviewCastleberry has given his characters range, even if we only see them for a ninth of the book, and a smattering beyond. They question their lives, their futures, and their pasts. There is, however, a character who appears in person or by reference in most of the stories, Zelig-like, whose goal seems to be to make the most misery for the most people, to pour buckets of cold water on the fires of passion, to spark fires where the potential exists to cause a conflagration, to lie, deceive, and worse, much worse. He embodies the antithesis of hope, the line you may not cross. Castleberry gives him a human form, and banality to boot, although I wondered in reading if he may have hopped off one of those 1947 saucers, if it had come from a hostile civilization. Overall, this is an exceptional book. The linked-stories form succeeds in offering close looks at a diverse cast of characters while still taking us through a stretch of 20th century America. Castleberry looks at hopes and dreams, the challenges they face, and how they might vary from era to era. For this first novel, we might refer to Sam Spade, in The Maltese Falcon, misquoting Shakespeare, for a suitable summary. It’s the stuff that dreams are made of. He looked up into the deep vastness above, hoping for a shooting star to arc earthward, something he could take home as a sign. But there was only the chill in the air and the big country around him, floating loose, unmoored, starved for meaning. Review posted – July 10, 2020 Publication dates ----------June 30, 2020 - hardcover ----------August 17, 2021 - trade paperback ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section directly below. [image] ...more |
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| 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 |
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| Do you know how many times I’ve had to do this? Forget healing, my specialty should be having my life destroyed and then being forced to rebuild fr Do you know how many times I’ve had to do this? Forget healing, my specialty should be having my life destroyed and then being forced to rebuild from nothing.I finished reading The Kingdom of Copper, the second volume in The Daevabad Trilogy, in December, 2018. Yet, when I picked up the final book in S.A. Chakraborty’s fantastical work, The Empire of Gold, in late April, 2020, it was if I had finished reading #2 the week before. She is such a good writer that you are instantly drawn into the adventures of her characters, and not only their external journeys and challenges, but their struggles, to figure out what the right thing is to do, devise a means of doing it. The most decent way forward is not always all that obvious. This helps you root for them, not that you will need much help, to find their way through the moral mazes that appear, overcome considerable obstacles, and try their damndest to make right what has been made wrong. [image] Shannon A. Chakraborty - image from Locus Magazine If this is your introduction to the Daevabad trilogy, stop right now, catch the next available flying carpet, go back to The City of Brass and treat yourself to the first two wonderful books in this series, or I will sic a shedu and a piri on you. If you had read the earlier volumes you would know what those are. So, we’re all caught up on books 1 and 2, right? Daevabad suffered some deep calamity at the end of book 2. Now Ali and Nahri pop up on the outskirts of Cairo, after having jumped into the lake surrounding the city of Daevabad to flee imminent mortal peril, and expecting to be facing a challenging, but do-able lake swim. Wait, what? How did they get there? What is going on? Be of good cheer, worthy reader. All secrets will be revealed. [image] from Chakraborty’s Twitter pages Manizeh, Nahri’s Mommy Dearest, is doing her best to win friends and influence people, for her opposition. The body count in Daevabad is considerable, helped along by Manizeh’s incapacity for politics, and a mega death-dealing field commander in Dara, who would like nothing more than to follow his own conscience, but is his will truly and fully his own? In addition to having to endure the awfulness of Manizeh’s rule, Daevabad, the capital city of djinn-dom, has lost its magic, and is falling apart, literally. Something needs to be done. But Manizeh’s only tools seem to be killing and demolition. Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss. So, what’s left? There are plots aplenty roiling within and without the city limits. But will another war destroy the city in order to save it? Well, there are those two kids meandering about in Cairo. [image] Mamluk Tombs in Cairo – image from History Today Nahri and Ali are recuperating from their battles and recent escape, reconnecting with some old friends and family, including some very unexpected family, and trying to figure out what to do with their lives. Nahri returns to her medical roots and wonders if that might be enough of a life for her. [image] Ancient Egyptian medical instruments - image from Wikimedia It is seriously tempting. And they manage to get some quality time together on a felucca, wafting their way upriver. You know there are boy-girl embers there, and plenty of high energy escapades and battles to keep emotional levels high. They try to match how many times each saves the other’s life, but it can be so tough keeping track. They also spend considerable time searching for, and learning about, their familial roots. So, a fair bit of journey of self-discovery in here too. Chakraborty is much taken with the ancient travel journals that are an important piece of Islamic culture. People were not considered truly educated until they had done significant traveling, seen a bit of the world. So her heroes must range far and wide to learn enough to earn their knowledge and insight. There will be surprises. Another piece of this is Chakraborty’s fondnesss for libraries, which meshes well with the urge to learn. (She wrote a lot of the trilogy in a library, and has spent much research time in libraries near and far.) Libraries in the series are magical places, and gain considerable attention in this book as well. [image] Felucca -image from SantiagoAtis Ali is determined to return to Daevabad and liberate it. Through her medical and community work, Nahri had developed a following there, and feels responsible to her followers for trying to repair the damage her mother has done. But making such an attempt, particularly knowing that it would entail having to face one of the greatest single warriors in history, and lacking magic, could be a suicidal mission. Nahri and Ali would both have to make huge personal sacrifices in order to rid Daevabad of its new evil overlord. There is a lot on family, regional, hell, even interspecies politics here. Plots to be plotted, plans to be made, attacks to defend against and foment, and, critically, strange alliances to be forged. There is also an uptick in the creature level. We get a much better look at piris, and some crocodilian Nile dwellers, and ancient gods, and there is even a battle that involves kaiju-level beasties. What joy! [image] Sobek, god of the Nile - image from The Discovery Center The chapters alternate, with Nahri, Ali and Dara all getting good shares of the page-count pie. I liked that there was more equitable balance between the main characters than there was in volume 2. [image] Tiamat - Image from PBS Volume 3 felt a bit more YA than the first two volumes, but not problematically so. The underlying payload, however, remains very grown up. Themes persist from the prior books. Chakraborty is holding up a mirror to the political hazards of our actual world. She portrays a particularly oppressive state, with a system designed to crush resistance, and places within it people who are willing to fight for justice. She also wants to show that struggle against oppression is a long, hard slog, with many losses to accompany the occasional victories. And one must always contend with demon of despair. Ali offers a look at how a devout person (reflecting Chakraborty’s Islamic faith) might contend with systemic injustice. Monarchy gets no aureate glow here. Massacres committed on behalf of autocratic leaders bear an unfortunate resemblance to reality. How the trauma of conquest persists on occupied people for generations after the main event has plenty of resonance with the world today. It is still a challenge to find a way past the hostilities and travesties of the past, in order to form a more perfect Daevabad. And what about something totally nuts, like dreaming of a bit of power distribution instead of always replacing one boss with another? I know, call me crazy. She also takes issue with what is a frequent trope in YA medieval fantasy, monarchies that rule for centuries undisturbed. Oh, this kingdom was eight hundred years. There’s no kingdoms that lasted for eight hundred years. There’s this one stable ruling family? I think we should pull that apart a bit. - from the Fantasy Inn interviewAnd the notion that a rightful heir is ordained by a higher power and will rule wisely if only he or she can assume their rightful place. Medieval? For sure. Sane? Not at all. There are some wonderful additions to the cast. My favorite was a female pirate. She is tough as nails and offers some LOL moments, which are most welcome. She is not at all intimidated by Ali, despite his having that Suleimain seal thing inside him, mocking his recently expanded affinity for things aqueous. Fiza, however--God bless her--had stopped finding anything about his transformation intimidating and treated him with her normal base level of rudeness. “Yes, your wateriness,” she said with a sarcastic bow.The love element is not reduced to girl meets boy, or triangulated to girl meets hot djinn AND boy. Chakraborty wanted to get away from the bodice-ripping, all-consuming passion that marks many fantasy novels. Considering how long these characters live, happily ever after might carry some extra baggage. Also, love is diverse and messy. Nahri learned from childhood never to trust anyone. Makes it even tougher to skip through the usual minefields of romantic attraction. Ali had his strict religious upbringing and must contend with the awkwardness of the object of his desire being his brother’s wife. Messy. And then there are political considerations, (would you be with someone from the family that murdered large numbers of your people? Again?). Then there are career pieces. Nahri wants to be a doctor, for example. How will that fit into her schedule if she is busy raising an army and helping lead it? How would that work if she gets killed trying to free her home? (But how perfect it is in 2020 (and now in 2021) to have a lead character in a fantasy series whose primary ambition in life is to be a doctor?) The older moms get a look too, and not just as wallpaper. Manizeh is not simply a monster, but a mother, and must contend with conflicting emotions when her child opposes her. Ali’s mother is more of a family first sort, eager to protect her progeny above all else. They are powerful, and very engaged in the world, complex, fleshed out characters. There are many names to keep track of, but there is a who’s who in the back of the book. Some names will come back to you from reading the earlier books. The list is not exhaustive, though, so I would keep track of any new names. S.A. has begun work on another trilogy, not djinns this time, lady pirates in the 13th century. But she is only at the very beginning, so it will be a good long while before her next trilogy appears. My ARE of The Empire of Gold came in at 750 pages of story, plus some more for reference material. It is a big one, but it reads fast, very fast. I really have no gripes about this book. Loved it from beginning to end, and the only disappointment was that the series ended. I will say it straight. This series is frickin’ amazing! The Daevabad trilogy offers an intelligent take on family, religion, duty, and morality, is informed by an expert’s take on folklore and Middle Eastern history, and takes on fantasy tropes. The final volume presents characters you already love mixed with a bunch of exciting fresh faces, sustains a wicked pace of action throughout, and gives you plenty of reasons to stay up very late reading. This Empire is pure, twenty-four-carat magnificence. No more journeying with attractive magical warriors on ridiculously dangerous quests after this. Nahri clearly had a problem.Review posted – June 26, 2020 Publication dates ----------June 30, 2020 - hardcover ----------July 13, 2021 - trade paperback FYI, the series has recently been optioned by Netflix. Lots of books get optioned without being produced, so we will wait and see before getting all excited. But how great would it be to see this in a gazillion episodes at tGOT production values? I am ready to binge now. ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section directly below. 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| Every person has within her a certain amount of self-preservation to guide her. But when the self in question has taken the sheer number of knocks Every person has within her a certain amount of self-preservation to guide her. But when the self in question has taken the sheer number of knocks that I have, the preservation instinct is ground down. Mine is a fine dust, little particulates that have all but disappeared. I’m not sure what self there is left to preserve.She has led something less than a charmed life. Trouble seems to follow her as if she had a tracking device stuck on her collar and an army of people at monitors reporting her every move. [image] Sheena Kamal - in studio making the audio book of her other 2020 release, the YA novel Fight Like a Girl Nora Watts, the considerably flawed, but still kick-ass PI from Eyes Like Mine (2017) and It All Falls Down (2018), is back and is taking her game on offense. Having survived a few too many attempts on her life, Nora is determined to track down the man who has it in for her, and take him down, one way or another, before he can kill her. More importantly, she is eager to see that her teenage daughter, the one she had given up for adoption at birth and only recently has had any relationship with, is removed from the playing field as a target and potential hostage. Her nemesis is Dao, the head of security for the uber-rich and powerful Zhang family, which Nora had seriously damaged in earlier volumes, and he has his own reasons for wanting her dead. His criminal connections give him global reach. No stress, no stress at all. She finds allies in her quest. Bernard Lam is one, a billionaire who likes and is willing to finance Nora, but has an agenda of his own. Also along for the ride is Jon Brazuca, ex-cop, Nora’s former AA sponsor (she’s got issues, ok?), tough as nails, except when it comes to Nora. If PT Barnum was right, this guy must have been born many, many times. She does care for him, but, well, Nora. Familiar faces from the former books take turns in the spotlight. Daughter Bonnie, and her adoptive parents, PI Leo Kruschnik, her former employer, Simone, her drag queen tech guru, biker baddies who provide some of the usual mayhem and poor sartorial choices, and a few new faces. Welcome back is Whisper, Nora’s four-legged bff. Still not enough screen time for this bitch, though, IMHO. As with the first two Nora Watts novels, this one has a background theme of musicality. The favorite music of a late friend plays from time to time as does The Dark End of the Street, with a bit of Bob Marley tossed in for good measure. Music, both incoming and outgoing, is able to get past Nora’s considerable armor and touch her wary, vulnerable core, although it’s all one-way this time. He warms up to “Amazing Grace,” and so do I. We’re singing together now and I’m in my head voice, a tone I haven’t heard out of my mouth since I was a kid in youth choir. Buck-toothed and scrappy but with a voice like a lounge singer just months away from a lung cancer diagnosis.No Going Back is the third book in Sheena Kamal’s Nora Watts series. There are sufficient catching-up passages here that it is not necessary to have read the first two to enjoy this one. But really, why would you want to deprive yourself? The first two are outstanding, and will make you better prepared to get the most out of volume #3. I’m just sayin’. There are motifs and issues that permeate the story. Vancouver is not used to the sort of harsh winters that people in, say Winnipeg, would hardly notice. But Kamal uses the encroaching cold and snow in the same way she used fire in book #2, as a background thumping ramping up the volume and beat as the climax approaches. To say the heavy snowfall caught the city by surprise is a ridiculous understatement. People are in a state of shock, interspersed by moments of panic. No one knows what to do with their hands. Should they try to dig out their vehicles, which they don’t know how to drive in these weather conditions, or do they dial their workplaces to say they aren’t coming in? Tips on how to drive in the snow fill local news reports while those who had moved here to get out of this kind of vengeful weather curse their misfortune and sneer at the masses who are seemingly struck helpless by flakes of fluffy white precipitation. I am on the side of the cursing and sneering few.Being an outsider is part of Nora’s core. Her mother was Palestinian and her father was indigenous Canadian. She is very conscious of the history of European encroachment and being seen as an other. It reinforces her unwillingness to trust, expecting that no one, certainly no one in authority, will believe her anyway. Relationships and/or tensions between parents and children provide a central element. Nora is desperate to protect the child she gave away at birth, Bonnie, finally wanting to have a relationship with her. There is the relationship between Bonnie and her adoptive parents. The billionaire client and even her evil nemesis have daddy issues. I drive away from the cabin with the knowledge that I’ve been reprimanded and nourished simultaneously. It’s a new experience for me. Does Bonnie experience this every day? Is this what it’s like to have a mother?Nora remains a fascinating, if damaged character. She has the sort of code you expect the noir hero to adopt, even though she follows it to her own disadvantage far too many times. She struggles to maintain a secure perimeter around herself, even though she can taste the fulfillment of intimate human connection in patches. “I’ve never seen the point of tears. There’s something inside me that grows cold at the thought of shedding them, at the sight of someone else letting them fall. I don’t give into tears, not even now, because I’ll never take the chance that someone will see it as weakness, as I do. But I wonder what it would be like if I did. I feel like we’re on the brink of something in our friendship.”The first person narrative, mostly Nora’s, but with a few chapters from the perspective of others, offers an immediacy to the story, makes you feel present, and tense. I do not know if the title No Going Back signals more than just the story at hand. While the trilogy is complete with this novel, it remains to be seen whether Nora Watts will be making a return in the years ahead. Kamal is open to bringing her back but she’s “…not really there yet. If I bring her back, I want to be a little different. I want her journey to make sense. I want it to be a progression.” - from the Hank Garner interviewI sincerely hope Nora can find her way back to us. Compelling characters are to be cherished, particularly those who struggle with themselves as well as the world around them. Sheena Kamal has brought us, yet again, both wonderful characters and an engaging, fraught tale, rich with substance, in addition to tension, mayhem, and artistry. If she can find a way to bring Nora back to the pages of a book, I am sure many of us will find our way back to her. I’m a woman over twenty-five. I’m so used to people ignoring my existence that it’s startling when someone admits they’ve been paying attention. Review first posted – May 15, 2020 Publication date – April 14, 2020 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Instagram, and FB pages -----A list of Seven Short Pieces by the author that have appeared in diverse publications. I suggest you check out the one in The Guardian - from her website Interviews -----The Big Thrill -Up Close: Sheena Kamal by K.L. Romo -----The Star - Sheena Kamal’s two new books: “I like my heroines to be a little rough around the edges” by Sue Carter -----Author Stories Podcast #866 - Sheena Kamal Returns With No Going Back by Hank Garner – audio – 37:10 – from 4:39 -----Crimespree Magazine - Q&A with Sheena Kamal -----Writer Types Podcast by Co-Hosts E.A. Aymar & Sarah Chen – audio – 40:40 – from 9:26 to 22:30 My reviews of other books by the author -----Eyes Like Mine - Nora Watts #1 - 2017 -----It All Falls Down - Nora Watts #2 - 2018 Songs/Music -----James Carr - The Dark End of the Street -----Bob Marley - One Love -----Chopin’s nocturnes -----Leon Bridges - Coming Home ...more |
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Jun 22, 2020
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Jun 22, 2020
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4.14
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it was amazing
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Jun 22, 2020
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Jun 22, 2020
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3.19
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it was amazing
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Jun 16, 2020
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Jun 16, 2020
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3.41
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really liked it
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Jun 06, 2020
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May 23, 2020
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4.50
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it was amazing
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May 17, 2020
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May 17, 2020
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3.53
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really liked it
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Apr 29, 2020
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May 12, 2020
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