Gumble's Yard - Golden Reviewer > Books: 2019-women-longlist (16)
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I read this book due to its shortlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize – and its one which I feel fits into the Women’s Prize tradition of having Book Cl
I read this book due to its shortlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize – and its one which I feel fits into the Women’s Prize tradition of having Book Club friendly books on the longlist as a way to draw in those same readers to the more experimental books which often go on to form the shortlist, and sometimes the winners. This is a character driven novel, exploring the lives of a small group of characters associated with a fictional Maryland based restaurant “The Beijing Duck House”. The restaurant was founded by a first generation Chinese immigrant Bobby Han, with considerable help from his wife Feng Fei (who later moved across from China with their two young children Johnny and Jimmy to join them), and, via her, from a shadowy family friend, possible gangster, Uncle Pang. Famous for its eponymous dish, it at one stage attracted politicians and celebrities and made the family fortune, giving Bobby and Feng Fei a luxurious mansion, but also providing employment and financial stability for its long serving and hard working employees (and their children). Now, Bobby is several years dead, Feng Fei is the family matriarch, and the restaurant has been run by Johnny (front of house and external relationships) and Jimmy (back of house and staff relationships). Other key characters are two of the most senior employees – Nan (divorced with an increasingly rebellious teenage son Pat – recently expelled from school for arson and now working at the restaurant where he is attracted to Johnny’s daughter Annie) and the older Ah-Jack (increasingly struggling with the demands of work but needing employment to support the medical bills for his cancer-struck wife). Much of this book is effectively a character study of this key group (and Uncle Pang’s real estate advisor). Interestingly the author has commented that, although the book underwent many revisions (from its initial conception as a short story) the group of protagonists (and their essential characteristics) made it unchanged from the first draft. They are clearly characters that resonate with the author – but I could not help feeling that the characters were much more real to the author than they were to this reader. I did however appreciate the rounding of each character – almost all of them have redeeming features alongside flaws and failures. The author has also commented that some of the advice she received on early drafts was that a novel needs to take characters out of their routine – and the dramatic tension that she brings in at the novel’s opening is a decision by Jimmy (aided by Johnny being absent on a long term trip to Hong Kong) to fulfill a long term ambition (since he was a sous-chef in another restaurant, losing his job for drug dealing) to open a fusion restaurant in a trendier area). He has asked Uncle Pang for help – believing the latter is finding an investor to buy the Beijing Duck, but instead Uncle Pang reveals that his aim is to arrange for an insurance-fraud arson on the restaurant (the same tactic he hatched with Feng Fei to get rid of Bobby’s failing first restaurant) – something which Jimmy angrily rejects. The book then follows the subsequent events including the opening of the new restaurant. The author has said she was motivated by a month working in a Chinese restaurant and the way in which the staff have to suppress their natural characters and external lives for 12 hours a day to conform to the demands and stereotyping of their customers – and that she wanted to explore these lives. She has also said that she wanted to write a story of immigrants – where their issues and challenges were not due to racism experienced but to their own decisions. Overall I found this an interesting concept but one which did not quite work for me – just as the characters never came alive for me in the same way as they seemed to for the author, I could not really gain interest in the plot tensions – and this is very much a book of character and plot tension. And by extension I am less convinced than for “American Marriage” that this would make a good book for a book group (particularly a UK one), with neither book matching the appeal for that audience of last year’s “Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine” or even “Three Things About Elsie”. ...more |
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| ”You'll say we've got nothing in common, No common ground to start from … ”You'll say we've got nothing in common, No common ground to start from … With thanks to “Deep Blue Something” I read this book (and persisted with it when I might otherwise long since have abandoned it) due to its longlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize. The book is a fictionalised biography of Truman Capote. As my opening quote implies that immediately gave me no common ground to start from, until I realised I I had one thing - I knew the famous poster of a film for which it turns out Capote wrote the originating novella. However ignorance of a book’s real life subject, when such subject is from the last Century or so, is, in the days of Google, Wikipedia and YouTube, not a barrier to literary enjoyment. My even greater ignorance of for example Pauline Boty, Tacita Dean, Lord Kitchener, Lucia Joyce and Louise Bourgeois hardly prevented my love for Ali Smith’s seasonal quartet or appreciation for this year’s Republic of Consciousness longlist. As well as Capote the real focus of this book (and sometime first party plural narrators) are his Swans: an inner circle of six privileged, glamorous women for whom he served as: firstly one of their trophies, adding literary genius to their collections of art, jewellery and famous friends; as an empathetic and alway flattering confidant to whom they confided both their juiciest gossip and their innermost secrets. And it is this later point that lead to the incident which is the central focus of the book a set out here https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truma... ,the publication in Esquire of “La Côte Basque 1965", the beginning of the novel “Answered Prayers”, an undertaking which is seen by Capote in this novel as doing for 1960-1970s American society what Proust did for earlier 20th Century France: but by the swans as a gross betrayal: their ire perhaps being greater due to their sudden horror at their own naivety in trusting a writer who invented the genre of nonfiction novel. There is lots to admire in this heavily researched novel. From what I can see on You Tube it captures well The flamboyance of the celebrity attracting Capote. It also cleverly acts on a metafictional level as a compilation of Capote’s different literary output. The narrative form matching his early short story focus and the content a mix of his novels: the early-year autobiographical aspects of “Other Voices, Other Rooms”; the socialite world of “Breakfast In Tiffany’s”; the nonfiction novel aspects of “In Cold Blood”, as well as, of course, the content and style of “Answered Prayers”. It eschews a linear, conventional third party narrative or a single voice for a mix of free indirect third party and collective first party voices which moves back and forth in time - over Capote’s childhood, his career, his relations with the swans (who at different times take the free indirect lead, or collectively the first person narration), the events of the Esquire article and its aftermath. And at times this leads to clever foreshadowings and juxtapositions. We see the young Truman holding a party at school and managing, despite his relative unpopularity, to make everyone anxious for an invite - acting as a foreshadowing of the famous party-of-the-century Black and White Ball (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black...). On another occasion we are told Babe, one of the swans, as a consummate hostess, hand selects books for each of her guests bedrooms. And this is juxtaposed with a Capote telling a story of his past (an early win In a writing competition where his story was pulled due to its indiscretions and as a result he lost his animal prize) but carefully selecting different versions tailored to appeal to each of his swans. The collective voice of the swans also worked for me, particularly towards the book’s close as the swans pull together to exclude Capote and their voice starts to appear in his haunted sub-conscious. But another reason for my preference for the collective voice was my inability to distinguish the swans, and my unwillingness to spend time or mental effort trying to identify and keep track of them. And by extension I had next to no interest in following the names or researching the lives of those with which they interact - and the occasional names that I did recognise (for example Kennedy, Angelli, Sinatra etc) held no interest for me. The lack of appeal matches how I feel about modern day celebrity gossip magazines - this heavily researched novel reads like a retrospective series of Hello issues. And this is the fundamental issue that I had with the book - the milieu that it describes. This is a world of celebrity, of rich and privileged people who live superficial, meaningless, empty and sad lives. And it is not a world that I enjoyed spending any time in. It also seems to describe a very old story. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity … Ecclesiastes KJV/NIV ...more |
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| “We collect bones and bundles long after the river seeps back and the mud dries. We make up stories for each one. Each piece is remembered. Out of “We collect bones and bundles long after the river seeps back and the mud dries. We make up stories for each one. Each piece is remembered. Out of sweet cherry wood, we carve our very own book. The hands bring us paper. We stitch them together. Stuff the newspapers, like bookmarks, in between. Though neither of us can read or write, each page holds a story. We remember.” I read this book due to its long listing for the 2019 Women’s Prize. Dr. Yvonne Battle-Felton was born in America but now lives in the UK, and lectures in Creative Writing/Creative Industries at Sheffield Hallam, and her research topics there give an excellent summary of the motivations behind and the strengths of this impressive and important novel. I’m researching and writing about reuniting the African American family after the Emancipation. My research explores voice appropriation, created past, memory, identity, family, rupture and repair; and community. It follows multiple narratives as emancipated slave characters develop from 1860 to 1920 as I attempt to give voice to characters who are often forgotten in literature as well as in history. The novel in fact formed a central part in her PhD in Creative Writing at Lancaster University. Her 2017 thesis is unpublished (which is a shame as I would love to read it for even greater insight into the book), but even the abstract serves to further uncover her powerful motivations and is I believe worth quoting at length: This thesis is in two parts. First, a novel that explores motherhood, community, silence, identity, family, stereotypes and racism to illustrate the legacy of slavery by implicitly drawing parallels between the American past and the American present. The novel explores answers to questions about silence, reuniting the Black American family after the Emancipation, representing diverse characters, ethically portraying emancipated slave characters, and writing about slavery. In 'Remembered', a framed narrative, the past haunts the present in the form of Tempe, in the structure of the novel, and in the central conflicts within the narrative …………. In Chapter Two, I discuss the power of literature to build community, the importance of writing to reclaim story and identity ….. Chapter Three of the thesis is a creative examination of my writing practice ….. The thesis concludes with Chapter Four, a discussion of motherhood that focuses on representations of black mothers in literature. The discussion examines close readings of selected texts including ‘Remembered’ ……. Overall, my thesis aims to provoke dialogue that challenges the rhetoric of oppression, that gives voice to diverse characters, and that shatters silences. Unless Americans recognize the importance of diverse stories and diverse characters both on and off the page, like Spring, we will forever be haunted by the past. In terms of the novel itself, it has a very distinctive structure – taking place over two parallel time frames: The first is set in February 1910 and takes place over 24 hours (well 24 hours and seven minutes). The Philadelphia railcar system is being convulsed by a fierce and bitter labour dispute between the Union and the Company. Edward a mechanic on the streetcars (his ambition of driving them being impossible due to his “Negro” race), inexplicably causes a riot by, seemingly deliberately, crashing a streetcar into the window of a department store. Rescued, a little too late by the police, from a lynch mob he now lays dying in a hospital (in the segregated and under-funded colored section). His mother Spring is called to his bedside and begins to tell him stories of his and her ancestry. These sections are marked by times (e.g. 5.07 pm). We are get an early insight into one of the crucial themes of the book – motherhood: how far can and should a mother go to protect her child, the differences between birth and adopted mothers. The second is set over 24 years – from 1843 to 1867 – and examines the history of American slave holding over that period. These sections are introduced by date to convey the passage of time; but also scattered through them (“stuff[ed] … like bookmarks” as per the opening quote) are excerpts from newspaper front pages which give us a sense of the passage of events around slave holdings, as seen by the, presumably white, headline writers. So we see: rumours of slave catchers in Philadelphia in 1843; the 1863 Emancipation Proclomation (and the chilling reassurance to Northern Slave Owners that this is more about politics than freedom: ”My good people, this is no cause for alarm, only a call to arms. If your state has not seceded from the Union, your right to own slaves is still protected”; the post Civil War abolition of slavery in 1865. However the terrible power of this section is in the real story it tells of the reality behind the newspaper stories for the victims of the slave industry. Spring tells Edward the harrowing history of their family’s victimisation by the slave trade and stories of the wider community with whom they come into contact. Most of what I am about to tell you ain’t in no history book, no newspaper article, no encyclopaedia. There’s a whole heap of stories don’t ever get told. What I know comes straight from my sister’s lips to my heart and to this book. Some of it I seen with my own two eyes. Some with hers. You come from free people. From right here in Philadelphia. You wasn’t born here. It was me that brought you home The story starts with Ella, a free black, snatched from the streets of Philadelphia by a slave owner Walker (and at the same time betrayed by a white “neighbour” who – in an act which could only remind me of the damning story of the judge in the Good Samaritan parable - decides not to risk his own reputation to save her). To her horror, she is taken to Walker’s slaveholding as breeding stock – his farm is widely believed cursed – crops, animals and the slaves (who he clearly considers to be no more than animals) all seemingly subject to sterility. Ella is immediately subject to a forced rape by Little James the young black male slave on the estate (equally forced to participate) – to test her for disease - and then to abuse by Walker and his father when James claims she is tainted. As we meet Walker’s other slaves, particularly the compelling figure of Mama Skins (a midwife/healer), and her adopted daughter Agnes (with whom Ella forms an uneasy friendship together with James) – we realise more of the truth of the sterility and the terrible decisions forced on the slaves –as individual mothers and as a wider community – both to protect those they love and to prevent others from having to grown up in the same suffering. “[they] all hugged on it, loved on it and in the morning, one of them would love it to death. Love it to freedom.” As the story moves forwards, Ella and her sister Tempe enter the story and we learn the truth of Edward’s birth. We also see how the real stories of slaves which “don’t ever get told” fall so far short of the supposed facts of “history book .. newspaper article .. encyclopaedia” – for example with emancipation meaning little in a world still dominated by slave holders. “It leaves streaks of black, like words, on her palms. The paper was worn before we got it. Between chores, the hired hands gave scraps to me and Tempe. Presents with pretty squiggles from all over the world. News they been saving or thinking on, travelling with. Most of them can’t read neither but the stories they tell! Get them filled up on some of Mama’s good supper and they get to “reading”. This here say so and so did such and such, one will start up and get to saying who done what. That ain’t the whole truth. Let me tell you what really happened, another will say.” Tempe we know the first 1910 chapter, died in a fire “all those years ago”, but she is still very much a character in this story: a fiery (both literally and figuratively) visitor from, and guide to, the world of the dead; a literal haunting of the present by the past. She “flips through time likes pages and sees whole lives” . Her voice in Spring’s head is as real of those around her, and the impetus behind Spring’s narration to the dying Edward of his backstory, a story taken from a book that Spring has kept as a testimony waiting to be told (see the opening quote) and to which she adds later as she travels to Philadelphia after escaping the farm: “To pass the time I pull out the book me and Tempe made. After a while I get folks to write their name or make their mark in it. Some write a few lines. Some draw pictures. Some give me clippings to add to it. Newspaper headlines, pages from books. Wanted posters, receipts. The longer we rattle on, the more I collect. I tell stories. Grand ones about escapes and revolts and little ones about people holding on to treasures. The whole world races by.” Tempe also via flashbacks helps Spring understand what happened to Edward – and we see the same patters that occurred in the 24 year history: decisions being forced upon a black person; the injustice of his oppressors; the cheapness with which his life is viewed, the gap between the official newspapers sources and the reality of black lives; the failure of the authorities to offer any protection (and in fact their collusion with the oppressors). In an era where we are still having to proclaim that “Black Lives Matter” the modern day parallels are obvious and painful; and the fact that new stories keep needing to be added (the author has explicitly referenced the story of Freddie Grey (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_o...) as a impetus for her to write the book. Each person has a story…….It goes on like that for hours. Laughing, crying, whispering, singing, shouting, we swap stories in between bumping along the road. We’re supposed to remember them, to pass them on like folks we meet. Everyone’s looking for someone. Like a bucket, I’m carrying a head full of names and stories. Older ones spill out to make room for new ones. A worthy addition to the Women’s Prize longlist. Recommended. ...more |
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Mosfegh meets Mer-otica Fishtail Shades of Grey Mermaid and Mrs Hancock – just without the “maid and Mrs Han” I read this book due to its longlisting for Mosfegh meets Mer-otica Fishtail Shades of Grey Mermaid and Mrs Hancock – just without the “maid and Mrs Han” I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize – albeit I must admit I hesitated whether to read it and cancelled my pre-publication order for the paperback having flicked through the hardback in a bookshop. I then changed my mind as (a) I decided to try to complete the full longlist and (b) the Kindle copy was very cheap. I probably should have stuck with my own judgment, albeit I must admit it has (together with “My Sister is a Serial Killer”) certainly added an element of lightness, (rather odd) humour and variety to the longlist; however this is not really my type of book. The book is the debut novel of Melissa Broder, better known it seems for the long-time anonymous but very popular Twitter account @SoSadToday and from this New Yorker description (https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-...) its clear that this novel is effectively drawing from the same material @SoSadToday first appeared in 2012, relaying the thoughts of an unnamed young unnamed young woman with a pronounced anxiety disorder and a dark sense of humor about it. Topics like depression, panic attacks, and feelings of romantic doom all served as fodder for the creator’s stylized expressions of feminine despair: “sometimes i remember i exist and i’m just like ‘gross’ ”; “every ten seconds a girl feels insecure and that girl is me.” She hid sudden emotional escalations inside disaffected quips (“excited to get over you by being obsessed with someone else who doesn’t want me”) and paired Internet slang ironically with feel-good clichés: “forgive and forget jk.” She celebrated cues of femininity even as she mocked them, like a taste for Diet Coke or shopping as a form of self-care…………….. She warped the lyrics of popular songs and inverted brand slogans to reflect her self-loathing It was a novel inspired by reading Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa’s “The Professor and the Siren” and written, in a series of daily dictations over a nine month period. Given her own love of Twitter – these twitter length descriptions from the author (https://themillions.com/2018/05/limer...) give, I have to say, an excellent sense of the book: On the narrative level: It’s about a book about a woman who moves to Venice Beach and begins a romantic obsession with a merman whose tail starts below the D....more |
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Winner of the 2019 Women's Prize. Now shortlisted for the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award. The plot of this Oprah book club book (with unmark Winner of the 2019 Women's Prize. Now shortlisted for the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award. The plot of this Oprah book club book (with unmarked spoilers) is summarised on Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_Amer... I also found these fascinating interviews https://www.bookbrowse.com/author_int... https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2... https://tinhouse.com/work-love-given-... Covering both the original genesis of the novel: In 2011 I was awarded a research fellowship at Harvard. I was a woman on a mission to make a difference. I wanted to write a novel about the tribulations of the innocent men who languish in America's prisons. I watched documentaries, read oral histories, and studied up on the law. I was horrified and angered by a justice system that criminalizes black men and destroys families. Outrageous statistics troubled my sleep. The difficulties with turning that research into a novel But when I sat down to write, my old-fashioned Smith Corona was silent. I had the facts, but not the story. When I was a very young writer, my mentor cautioned me that I should always write about "people and their problems, not problems and their people." After a year of research, I felt that I understood the problem, but what about the people? I wasn't sure how to go forward. Novels, like love, can't be forced. But also like love, novels can enter your life in an instant. The incident which turned it from a concept into a book idea: And I found the story, actually, through eavesdropping. I overheard a young couple arguing in the mall in Atlanta. The woman, who was splendidly dressed, and the man—he looked okay. But she looked great! And she said to him, “You know you wouldn’t have waited on me for seven years.” And he shot back, “This …. wouldn’t have happened to you in the first place.” And I was like, You know, I don’t know him, but I know she’s probably right. I doubt very seriously that he would wait on her for seven years, and he is probably right that this wouldn’t have happened to her. And I realized that they were at an impasse because she’s talking about the potential for reciprocity and he’s saying this is a moot point. I was intrigued by them, and so I integrated this very personal conflict with the research I had done. And the process of writing and re-writing the novel: I wrote this novel three times. The first time, I wrote it all from the point of view of Celestial — the wrongful incarceration of her husband is the creeping fear made real. She struggles under the pressure to stand by her man, which is exacerbated by the fact that he is innocent. She's talented and independent, and not cut out to be dutiful. These are the attributes that intrigue Roy, and me. For some reason, this approach just didn't work. After a frustrating year, I rewrote it from the point of view of Roy, the ambitious young man robbed of his liberty. This approach worked a little better — after all, a man's heroic journey is the bedrock of Western literature. Roy was like Odysseus, coming home from battle hoping to find a faithful wife and a gracious house. But this story seemed a bit too easy, familiar in a way that didn't address the questions in my mind. And how that process was influenced by the negative feedback she received from readers – and how that feedback, and her reluctance to compromise on it, almost lead her to abandon the novel: As I wrote An American Marriage, I was frustrated because I did not want to make Roy, my male character, so central. The first time, I wrote it all the way through from the point of view of Celestial, his wife. I was interested in the expectations of femininity and domesticity, the way that a black woman whose husband is wrongfully incarcerated—this archetypal racial problem—would behave. What is her role in supporting him? What does it mean to be a wife? I knew that would necessarily mean that, for Celestial, any decision other than organizing her life around his comfort would be considered treasonous. As I wrote, sometimes even speaking about this topic seemed treasonous. At a party, I ran into a black man who’s a friend of mine, and he asked me what I was working on. I told him I was writing a novel about a woman whose husband is wrongfully incarcerated. He said, “Oh, it’s about how she’s fighting to get him out.” I said, “It’s about a lot of things. And she doesn’t actually ‘wait’ for him in the traditional sense.” He jerked away from me. Just even imagining Roy’s story as anything other than the center caused him to physically recoil. And I was like: Wow, it’s that deep? I’m not even allowed to think about it? I mean, I don’t actually have a husband who’s wrongfully incarcerated. I’m not not-waiting. I’m just thinking about it. So I really resisted all the feedback from my beta readers who wanted more Roy, more Roy. I felt like the project was about complicating that narrative, and nobody wanted to indulge me in it. I finally did decide to write the book having Roy, as the first point-of-view character, to be more central. But I did it in a rage. I felt like Lena in Song of Solomon—as if I, as an author, was in service to Roy now. Like I’m working for him now. I was really, really angry. And I decided that if this was the only way that the story could work, then how about I just stop writing it? And her eventual resolution of this issue, which in my view sheds a very interesting light on the intersection between the novels end form (effectively a relationship novel about two people trying to maintain their relationship while separated) and its starting origins (an examination of the effect of mass incarceration on black men) When I first started to write this book, understanding that it was a story of a marriage, I wanted to focus on Celestial. I was fascinated by her dilemma. Here’s this woman, more bride than wife, married less than two years. And now she is expected to be “ride or die” for her husband—just as her art career is blossoming, as her dream is unfolding before her. For obvious reasons, I was into it. But as I wrote draft after draft, the pushback from my beta readers was overwhelming. I regard the novel as something of the antithesis of “Mars Room” – another book which sought to examine mass incarceration in the United States. In that novel, Rachel Kushner did extensive, immersive research – and she ended up putting all of that research (the characters she met, the anecdotes she heard, analogies she had drawn over the years) into the novel, with the result of producing a worthy book, but one in which the conventional novelistic elements (coherent and focused plot, readability, character dynamics) were completely crowded out. In “An American Marriage”, Tayari Jones did extensive, desktop research – but she ended up dropping almost all of that research (other than small anecdotes and concepts) to instead produce a very competent and conventional relationship novel, but one in which the original theme was largely dropped (so that for example Roy’s lengthy incarceration is told purely in rather unbelievable, and exposition heavy letters rather than by any direct narration). In my view neither form is entirely successful – at least for a book which is longlisted for a literary prize. It is clear that Tayari Jones is a very talented writer. She handles very well the multiple narrator aspects – each voice distinctive and convincing and impressively examining the love triangle from all three sides. The opening chapters of Roy and Celestia’s relationship contain impressively zingy dialogue, description and asides (which also continues later in the novel) – for example: “If you have a woman, you recognize when you have said the wrong thing. Somehow she rearranges the ions in the air and you can’t breathe as well” Although, and perhaps a little like the surprise Booker winner “The Sellout” it does contain many US cultural references also, which I found harder to follow. However I felt the revelations (seemingly in everyone’s life) rather piled up even in two chapters and as the pace changed (unsuccessfully I felt) to the epistolary jail years, the revelations do not stop, and a rather silly and I felt unnecessary coincidence almost caused me to stop reading. And although I found the climatical scene a welcome change from the tree hugging of say “The Overstory”, its arboreal nature was rather heavily handedly signalled earlier in the book and rather overwrought with symbolism (as well as being rather spoilt by a tacked on happy ending for the tree in question). So, overall not really a book for me – but still one that I can see fitting into a Women’s Prize tradition of having Book Club friendly books on the longlist as a way to draw in those same readers to the more experimental books. ...more |
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Now re-read following its longlisting for the 2019 Booker Prize. A second read through proved as entertaining as the first but did not reveal any addi
Now re-read following its longlisting for the 2019 Booker Prize. A second read through proved as entertaining as the first but did not reveal any additional depth to this novel. No, there is no point in involving my mother. It would be the death of her, or she would flat out deny that it could have happened. She would deny it even if she was the one who had been called upon to bury the body. Then she would blame me for it because I am the older sister—I am responsible for Ayoola. That’s how it has always been. Ayoola would break a glass, and I would receive the blame for giving her the drink. Ayoola would fail a class, and I would be blamed for not coaching her. Ayoola would take an apple and leave the store without paying for it, and I would be blamed for letting her get hungry. Originally read due to its longlisting and subsequent shortlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize. The Women’s Prize is my favourite mainstream literary prize - under the active involvement of its founder Kate Mosse it retains a large following among readers and Book Groups (much more so than the Booker in my view) and a high level of consistency from year to year (in complete contrast to the Booker). One of its strengths is the ability to combine on the same longlist, relatively lightweight and enjoyable fiction (to attract more casual readers) alongside experimental or challenging books (to introduce the same readers to new literary experiences). This year’s longlist is no exception, with two novels about young and troubled Nigerian women. Freshwater was the most disturbing and unconventional novel I read in 2018 and one which I don’t think I have the ability or even right to fully review. The most surprising things about this novel, a tale of a psychopathic serial killer, narrated by her older sister around her on-going attempts to assist her with the disposal of the bodies, both of their behaviours rooted in childhood abuse, is that it actually falls into the lightweight and enjoyable camp, being more of a comedy and somehow, despite the subject matter, not even a particularly dark comedy. The novel is dictated by Korede, older sister to Ayoola. Their respective fates and identities were sealed from the latter‘s birth. According to family lore, the first time I laid eyes on Ayoola I thought she was a doll. Mum cradled her before me and I stood on my toes, pulling Mum’s arm down closer to get a better look. She was tiny, barely taking up space in the hammock Mum had created with her arms. Her eyes were shut and took up half her face. She had a button nose and lips that were permanently pursed. I touched her hair; it was soft and curly. Ayoola grows up to be small (doll like) and beautiful - with men entranced by her appearance and blind to the reality of her real identity and character, desperately hoping that she will be theirs, but falling backwards (unfortunately never to rise again) when they find out her real identity. Korede is of very different appearance and temperament, and she takes on the big sister duty that her mother has imposed on her. After all, Ayoola is short—her only flaw, if you consider that to be a flaw—whereas I am almost six feet tall; Ayoola’s skin is a color that sits comfortably between cream and caramel and I am the color of a Brazil nut, before it is peeled; she is made wholly of curves and I am composed only of hard edges. Korede is a senior nurse in a hospital, exasperated with patients, visitors, colleagues alike (many of whom in turn seem to hate or pity her), a character that had elements of Eleanor Oliphant and shades of the writing of Ottessa Moshfegh. She rails internally against the pettiness and corruption of the traditional, family bound and patriarchal Lagos society; often though forced to compromise to continue to protect her sister. The only person in who she confides is an unresponsive coma victim - and again we are reminded of Eleanor Oliphant and her calls to her mother, and both books come with a twist on the relationships (albeit the twist being almost exactly reversed between the two books). Ayoola trades off her looks and an innate sense of entitlement, exploiting the sexism of the society and its effect on the behaviour of men (and women) for her own ends. She designs clothes which she then models and sells via Social media to girls convinced her clothes will fit them like they fit her. Her living expenses, lavish lifestyle and even the capital to her business are supplied by a string of (often married) lovers - of whom rather too many seem to come to a sticky end in a series of unfortunate incidents which goes beyond he coincidental. The author had said that the character of Ayoola is based on that of a black widow spider and the female spider’s cannibalisation of its mate, an idea she has explored in poetry and in a number of short stories: I thought it was hilarious: the fact that the female will mate with the male, and if she happens to be hungry afterwards and the guy is still hanging around, she’ll eat him ..... What really fascinated me about the black widow spider was that the males are not prey until the females are hungry, and if they’re not hungry, the males get away. They’re fine. That’s something I love about Ayoola — I don’t think her actions are always from a place of pain or revenge or self protection. Sometimes, she just does it because she can. There’s something freeing about that. She’s not this broken female who’s acting from a place of hurt. She has no sympathy for her victims, no remorse, no sense of consequence. She just does what she wants to do when she wants to do it. Out of every character in the novel, she’s the one having the best time. She has also said that the world of Anime inspired her with its concentration on extreme plots and extreme characters but embedded in an entertainment medium. Korede is the first party narrator of the book, albeit her voice is perhaps at times closer to a more limited third party narrator, reflecting her at times surprisingly passive approach of dealing with the consequences of her sister’s continuing behaviour rather than trying to prevent it reoccurring. Although much of the narrative tension in the book comes when Ayoola starts dating a Doctor that Korede loves unrequitedly. Ayoola exists with a sense of both entitlement and almost complete and often near comic lack of remorse - happily seeing herself as the real victim. “You’re not the only one suffering, you know. You act like you are carrying this big thing all by yourself, but I worry too.” And, perhaps in the book’s highlight, merrily insisting on a game of Cluedo with her sister and the Doctor. It becomes clear as the book progresses that some of Ayoola’s behaviour comes from the now-deceased abusive father who operated with a similar lack of care for the consequences of his action. It also seems that Korede’s willingness to cover up violence to protect her sister began with her father’s abuse and crystallised with the events around his death. Albeit in an interesting late twist we are confronted with the fact that, at least early in life, he exhibited admirable judgement. Yoruba people have a custom of naming twins Taiwo and Kehinde. Taiwo is the older twin, the one who comes out first. Kehinde, therefore, is the second-born twin. But Kehinde is also the older twin, because he says to Taiwo, “Go out first and test the world for me.” This is certainly how Father considered his position as the second twin. Overall a surprisingly and perhaps disturbingly enjoyable novel - not one to be taken as serious literary fiction, although it does make some serious points about sexual power relations, and not one designed to be read in that way, but a welcome addition to the Women’s Prize longlist. I do however find its subsequent shortlisting and inclusion in the Booker unwarranted. ...more |
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I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize. It is published by Jacaranda Books, a London-based independent publishing house whi I read this book due to its longlisting for the 2019 Women’s Prize. It is published by Jacaranda Books, a London-based independent publishing house which aims “to represent the cultural and ethnic diversity and heritage that can be found in London, with a particular interest in works related to Africa, the Caribbean, and the experiences of those peoples in the Diaspora. We also seek provocative, inspirational writing that shines a light on issues affecting ethnic minorities, women, and young people, and tackles contemporary social issues”. This book strongly fits their aims – with its spotlight on the issue of ritual servitude: for more information please see these documentaries, one of which is linked via the author’s Goodreads page. https://www.goodreads.com/videos/1343... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Anwk... The book’s opening sections act as a set up for the main story: A definition: The word trokosi comes from the Ewe words tro, meaning deith or fetish and kosi, meaning female slave A geographical introduction: to the small, fictional kingdom of Ukemby “Shaped like a kinked index finger, confined between Ghana and Togo” An Afterscene in New York 2009: a 2003 immigrant from Ukemby Abeo (married with two children) recognises “with great horror” a man “Duma, she’d known him intimately as a man of the cloth knew his god – or more appropriately, the way a sinner knows the Evil One” and attacks him with a screwdriver. The book then returns to Ukemby in 1978 when Abeo is two and to opening chapters which set out the life of her family, including her father Wasik, graduate of English university and now accountant in the Government treasury department, and her ex-model mother Ismae. A family life, succinctly sketched, but one which seems full of love and privilege: “Wasik drove a silver Mercedes and had his eye on a piece of beach front property.. where he hoped he could build a second home” and one which contrasts to the way we are told the story ends. Perhaps only one note spoils the apparently idyllic set-up – something whose revelations play out later in the book (in one case more immediately and obviously, the other case more over time): Wasik’s parents had balked at a religion that only recognised one supreme being and ignored the spirits, ancestors and minor gods who tended to the sun, river, moon and animal and plant kingdoms – and so would not allow Wasik to discard his traditional religion for a white god with blond hair and blue eyes. Wasik had to wait until he was out from under his parent’s influence before he could convert. Ismae’s parents, however, bought in hook, line and crucifix. Ismae has a younger sister Serafine who visits from America when Abeo is an impressionable five year old America bringing music, dance and “wantoness” and promises of a future vacation for Abeo in America. Later that year, to her and Wasik’s delight, Ismae falls pregnant with a son after (there is the implication) years of trying. But birth is followed by death – of Wasik’s father, which brings Abeo’s grandmother, with her traditional life and beliefs, to their house, causing a lasting culture clash. In a pivotal moment of the book, Serafine insists on a family visit to the Ghanese slave fort Elmina Castle, to explore the terrible heritage of slavery and the impact it has had on African Americans. Abeo meanwhile still dreams of visiting her Auntie in America, a cold McDonalds bought across the Atlantic only increasing her desire to visit the fabled land. While this is happening though, things are starting to go wrong in their family life, with accident, illness, loss of job and reputation (in a corruption scandal in which Wasik is an innocent victim) and the grandmother increasingly insists that Wasik returns to the traditional gods and gives up Abeo as a trokosi to appease the gods and to bring the family’s bad luck to an end: something which to the horror of his wife, he agrees in a moment of despair, abandoning his daughter at a small shrine in the countryside at the age of “nine years, seven months and three days”. The second part of the book follows the harrowing tale of Abeo’s life in the shrine as a “wife of the Gods” subject to a life of servitude, deprivation, forced labour and sexual abuse. Told by her fellow trokosi that her presence must either mean she has sinned, or her family is cursed with bad luck, and unware of Wasik’s misfortune which was hidden from her as a child, she decides she is being punished for a ring she stole from her Auntie. McFadden is a superbly economical and succinct writer. Whole situations are captured in a few paragraphs and years can pass between sentences. Just as the initially idyllic family set up is covered in a two and a half page chapter, the horrors of the shrine are clear but largely take place off page, without a surfeit of graphical description. For me this makes an interesting contrast to most of the prize-listed books I have read recently about the American/Caribbean slave trade. The author has commented in a Goodreads Q&A “In my earlier works I was much more graphic with my descriptions of horrific events. I think pulling back from that had much to do with me seeing so much violence against Black people on the news and social media platforms. Subjecting my character, myself or the reader didn’t seem to serve anyone involved.” Abeo’s tale is partly interleaved with the attempts of Serafine to find out what has happened to Abeo (and her failed attempts to rescue her) and with the introduction of Taylor, an American “only child of a black mother and a white army officer who abandoned the family just after she was born. That desertion formed Taylor’s negative opinion of white people and so she despised them and everything about them that she saw in herself”. After many decades and a successful career, Taylor is made aware of the practice of ritual servitude, which she quickly realises is “slavery by another name” and forced to confront some uncomfortable truths: “The revelation that her African brothers and sisters were practicing the same atrocities that white men had engaged in centuries earlier placed Taylor between a rock and a hard place. If she revived her hate and turned it on to the Africans, on the very roots of who she claimed to be, then wouldn’t she once again be hating one-half of herself” Eventually Taylor moves from donating money to church groups helping trokosi escapees to a more direct and personal involvement in actively facilitating rescue; a practice which forces her into the uncomfortable position of effectively trading with the priests to buy the freedom of their most most useless trokosi, and which brings her into contact with an Abeo traumatised by loss. The final part of the book set in Africa and then America concludes with Abeo’s rehabilitation: her coming to terms with those who have betrayed her; the realisation that the religious practices of both of her sets of grandparents (as set out in the quote above) played a crucial part in those betrayals and in her fate; her own attempts to move past hate and resentment, to eventually find both the ability to love and be loved and to be released of her tormentor: That wasn’t to say Abeyo didn’t struggle with the hate. After Thema had shared the ugly truth with her, hate had become a constant companion. It was Taylor who had saved her from being swallowed by it. She said [quoting Ghandi] “Abeo, the weak can never forgive, forgiveness is an attribute of the strong ………. Are you weak, Abeo” …. At one time she thought she was weak, but Taylor told her that weak people didn’t survive all that Abeo had endured. Overall I thought this was a fascinating book – a window onto a world of which I was unaware and one which neatly links historic to modern day slavery, She had time to ponder her existence in the world, and realized with great awe that she was in fact living a parallel life. A descendant of generations of Ukembans sold into slavery and the, eons later, she, a born American of African descent, had returned to the continent only to suffer the same fate. And importantly one which I felt forces all like Taylor to confront some uncomfortable truths about our own attitudes, as well as our own responsibilities. Normally I might finish a review with some links to interviews, or suggestions for further reading, but instead I will link: https://www.stopthetraffik.org/ ...more |
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| Girl, I'm in love with you Girl, I'm in love with you https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ordinar... Now shortlisted for the 2019 Women's Prize. As befits the past Arts and Music editor of Pride Magazine, music sits at the heart of this novel, which is one part celebration of black South London life, and in other part an examination of what happens to relationships when they “pass the infatuation phase” and become crowded with the responsibility of children. In this novel which opens in November 2008 with a parly to celebrate the election of Obama, Michael, perhaps the main character of the two families at the heart of this book – Michael and Melissa in Lewisham near Crystal Palace, Damien and Stephanie (the white character among the four) in Dorking, reflects on the singer John Legend’s debut album “Get Lifted” and how the stages of his love life and now his relationship with Melissa track those of the songs on the album – with the song “ Most Played album was John Legend’s 2004 debut Get Lifted, which was a journey of a different kind. … it fIollowed, as Michael interpreted it, the odyssey of a man changing from a womanising, nightclubbing, phone-number-collecting, good-time cheat into a responsible, mature and committed life partner. It was a slow and difficult road, strewn with conflict and temptation. He loved his girlfriend but he loved his freedom also, and couldn’t his girlfriend see, he sang in She Don’t Have to Know, that just because he slept around it didn’t mean he didn’t love her? …it didn’t mean she wasn’t still his Number One? No, she did not see, and the thing was that this girlfriend, this Number One, was not just any girl. She was special, she was bombastic, she was ‘off the hizzle!’. Snoop Dogg scolded him about it in I Can Change. He said, ‘When you find one like that, you got to make that change, man, cos they don’t come too often, and when they do come, you got to be smart enough to know when to change.’ … he spent one song in an agony of uncertainty called Ordinary People, where his love was undeniable but constantly running into hardship and there were arguments every day and no one knew which way to go. There were two choices, to Stay With You, or not to stay. He stayed. And a… they walked onwards, together, So High, into a future that would repeat their parents’ lives, that is, the ones who were still married. When it was cold outside they were a Refuge for each other, a sweet washing of the soul, a sunny path. …It was one of the best soul records ever made. But music is threaded throughout the novel – as both couples are forced to examine their lives, their relationships, the choices they have made so far, the sacrifices they believe they have made for each other and their families, and face the decision “to Stay with you, or not to stay”, all of this is done against music being played The author has even produced a Spotify soundtrack which really should be played in the background when the book is read. The link below explains the context of many of the songs within the plot of the book. http://www.largeheartedboy.com/blog/a... Some of my difficulties with this book were due to my complete lack of identification with the characters (which I think match those of the author) – in fact in many cases my complete opposition of views. For example a crucial part of the story is Damien’s complete inability to find meaning in his life in the country town of Dorking and his wish (to the horror of Stephanie) to return to South London. When I first went to work in Dorking, having grown up in real countryside in Norfolk, I by contrast thought it was something of an urban jungle (my relatives all thought I lived in London and could nor really see any distinction), and even today I completely identify with Stephanie’s comments that: . London may be the centre of the world to some people,’ meaning Damian, ‘but I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s a very good place to raise children.’ Of course, as Michael remarks of his first white girlfriend: The real difference was in her life, in her history. She could never know him completely because she had not lived as he had lived. She did not belong to the brown world in which he had learned his fear, his fury and his distrust. A second issue relates to celebrity deaths. Whereas the world event which opens the book was one I think was both pivotal in world terms, and one I personally found very emotional, the same cannot be said, in my view, on either score for the event which ends it - Michael Jackson’s death in June 2009. However this moment seems to hugely impact all the characters, and is completely pivotal for Damian “Sometimes in the lives of ordinary people, there is a great halt, a revelation, a moment of change. It occurs under low mental skies, never when one is happy. You are walking along on a crumbling road. The tarmac is falling away beneath your feet and you have started to limp, you are wearing rags, a cruel wind is blowing against your face. It feels as though you have been walking for a very long time. You are losing hope. You are losing meaning, and the only thing keeping you going is that stubborn human instinct to proceed. Then, immediately up ahead, you see something, something bright and completely external to your own life. It is so bright that it makes you squint. You see it. You squint. And you stop. For Damian, this happened on the morning of Thursday 25 June ………………….. it was only now that Damian fuly understood and recognised what it meant that his father was dead” Now while my failure to think Michael Jackson’s death of any interest whatsoever could be put down to cultural difference (and my absence from a “brown world”) I have to say that one of the most baffling moments in my life was the public reaction to Diana’s death in 1997, and I understand that this event was the last event in the author’s previous novel “26a”, so I think this difference is wider. Stephanie is an interesting character – proud to the point of defiance in her decision to give up her career and personal ambitions to be a mother, and openly scornful of Melissa’s attempts to use feminism to justify her own ambiguity about parenthood and believe that it’s the insertion of children that has broken her relationship with Michael, Stephanie’s ire is directed, via Melissa, more towards the male sex: ‘Oh, listen to you, Susan Sontag or Germaine Greer or whatever your name is. Are you sure you’re not the one with the script? See, I’ve always steered clear of feminism because they’re always so het up about everything instead of just getting on with their lives and just living, you know? It might have done a lot for women in the long run, but I think an essential thing it’s taken away from us, or at least contested in us, is an innocence of instinct. They talk about choice, yet they seem to look down on a woman’s choice to prioritise her children, as if she’s been forced into it. I’m not oppressed. My children don’t oppress me. They free me. It’s the man that’s the problem.’ The writing style of the book is distinctive. The author (at least in this book) is definitely not of the show don’t tell school of writing – with regular, extremely lengthy descriptions of every day life; but these are then occassionally broken up by well written and pithy observations – typically on coupledom or parenthood. Interestingly in my Kindle version, pretty well every time these passages appeared they were marked as having been highlighted by other readers, but they almost jar against the rather mundane nature of much of the writing. For example I liked (and highlighted myself) The wedding was lost somewhere, first in an apathy of implementation, then in a cooling of euphoria which happens generally after three years, according to research, and later in the rubble of domesticity that mounts at the door of passion when a child has come and adult life has fully revealed itself, wearing a limp, grey dressing-gown. But these are swamped in the very detailed prose around them – and I also found their juxtaposition rather jarring However I think I can see what she was trying to do. Firstly I think a crucial part of the book is trying to make the every day life experiences of black Londoners visible from a world of English literature in which they are often absent – hence the lengthy explanations of for example hair choices, shopping and cooking. Secondly a number of the characters struggle with (even mourn) an apparent loss of independence, significance and creation in their lives and its subjugation into the mundanity of being a parent – and I think the occasional observations represent their attempts to occasionally surface into their old lives. Another rather seemingly strange choice is the rather odd side-story which strays into the supernatural – with some form of malign influence in Melissa and Michael’s house, adding a physical manifestation to the emotional break up of their family life. I believe the author always includes some form of supernatural in her books, and as an identical twin, her believe in a need for her books to add this additional dimension has an extremely moving and affecting basis: https://www.theguardian.com/books/200... In a book which is all about detailed description – with real shops named and discussed, real songs crucial to the mood and development of the book and the character’s lives and so on, any inaccuracies are particularly jarring. As someone who started work in Dorking and still lives nearby, and who always enjoyed BBC sports programmes I struggled with (among others): someone living in Dorking three miles east of the town centre (it’s not that large); describing the train they take every day from East Croydon to Dorking (seemingly not noticing that there is no direct train); someone bemoaning Football Focus as a new fangled inferior show replacing Grandstand (for its first 27 years Football Focus was part of Grandstand) and someone called Don Leatherman (is that Des Lynam?). However again I think I know the explanation. Damian says of his life in Dorking – “He was off the A-Z” and I can only think the author has made a deliberate decision that verisimilitude stops where the countryside starts. So a book with flaws but one which I think achieves what it sets out to do and a welcome addition to the Women’s Prize longlist. For those like me that don’t have Spotify I will finish my review with my own You Tube extracted playlist: Breathe and Stop, Q-Tip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8omE... Heartbreak, Mariah Carey: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMCGv... Michael Jackson, P.Y.T: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZZQu... Isaac Hayes, By The Time I Get To Phoenix: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEVDo... Beres Hammond, There For You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbOmV... Amy Winehouse, Love Is A Losing Game: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_Rr5... John Legend, I Can Change: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LeZpx... Roy Ayers, Running Away: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5j0Eb... Jill Scott, One is the Magic Number: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f825C... Jaguar Wright, Country Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYDk7... Susana Baca, De Los Amores: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuKy9... Nina Simone, Mr Bojangles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4jBS... I Wayne, Living In Love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_v8c... Nirvana, Come As You Are: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJqQf... John Legend, Ordinary People https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIh07... ...more |
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Finally rewarded for its brilliance as the winner of the 2021 International Dublin Literary Award having already won the 2020 Folio Prize but having b
Finally rewarded for its brilliance as the winner of the 2021 International Dublin Literary Award having already won the 2020 Folio Prize but having been previously discarded at the shortlist stage for the Booker and Women's Prize. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Now longlisted for the 2019 Booker, interestingly alongside one of the other Women’s prize books that I reference in my original review. As i had already read 10 of the longlist (with two unavailable) at the time it was announced I decided to re read them all in turn. I really enjoyed the experience of a re-read of what I think is an excellent longlist, but in almost all cases felt that I was simply repeating my earlier reading experience. In this case though a second read revealed new aspects of the book, or perhaps more accurately opened the possibility to read the book in different ways concentrating on different aspects. I feel that a third read would allow new aspects to be considered. The re-read also highlighted (see my conclusion below) more of the triumphs of the book and diminished some of the flaws (albeit they still remain). I sincerely hope that the judges have a similar experience when considering their choice of shortlist. I also enjoyed reading the many interviews that the author has given about the book I felt that by reading and reproducing samples of them I was documenting my own archive around the book. REVIEW 2 - INTERVIEW QUOTES One thing I found interesting was that my experience of reading the book, breaking off to read her non-fiction book and then returning to the fiction, seemed to exactly mirror the writing experience. I started writing Lost Children before I wrote Tell Me, which was an appendix that grew out of writing Lost Children. I stopped writing Lost Children for about six months when I realized I was using the novel as a vehicle for my political frustration and rage, which is not what fiction does best. So I stopped and wrote this essay instead. Once I had been able to do that, I could go back and continue writing something as porous and ambivalent as a novel. I enjoyed on a second read understanding the importance of documentation and storytelling: the various archives, the family sharing their own story as a family unit, the mother desperate to represent the story of the Laos Children, the Father sharing the story of the Apaches, the Mother keen to emphasise the historical and present day interaction of America and Mexico, the stories the family listen to in the car, the pictures the boy takes and the recording he makes to preserve the story for his sister knowing that their family unit is to break up, the stories the lost children share in the elegy chapters, the different approaches used by the Father (recording all sounds using a boom microphone and gradually allowing a story to emerge, including looking for echoes of the past) and the Mother (using a handheld microphone to record specific sounds in line with a pre-imposed narrative). I decided on this method because the novel is essentially about ways of documenting, ways of telling, and ways of creating an archive—whether truthful or fictitious—to hand a story down from parents to kids, from kids to kids, and from kids to parents. Everyone in this novel is creating an archive to tell a story they want to tell in their own way And I reflected more on the voice of the children and especially the boy. For all the criticism of this voice, including in my original review, it is clearly one that the author has taken care over. It’s also clear to me that she has drawn heavily on real experience. In particular I enjoyed the link and contrast with “Tell Me How it Ends” where her first and main engagement with the issues underlying both books was by taking children’s stories and translating them into adult terms to be fit for court. Here she is trying to use a child’s perspective to translate and make sense of adult stories. The boy was just at the right age in terms of allowing me an entry into a voice and an imagination. He's a very smart boy, and well-read and sophisticated, but he sometimes uses words completely out of context and in many ways is still small. And because the brother is also addressing his younger sister, his voice is directed. It's almost epistolary in its nature. It's got that closeness and that warmth because he's telling his sister a story ORIGINAL REVIEW What ties me to where? There’s the story about the lost children on their crusade, and their march across jungles and barrenlands, which I read and reread, sometimes absentmindedly, other times in a kind of rapture, recording it; and now I am reading parts to the boy. And then there’s also the story of the real lost children, some of whom are about to board a plane. There are many other children, too, crossing the border or still on their way here, riding trains, hiding from dangers. There are Manuela’s two girls, lost somewhere, waiting to be found. And of course, finally, there are my own children, one of whom I might soon lose, and both of whom are now always pretending to be lost children, having to run away, either fleeing from white-eyes, riding horses in bands of Apache children, or riding trains, hiding from the Border Patrol. I originally read this book due to its long listing for the 2019 Women’s Prize. The Women’s Prize longlist is always marked by its mixture of the entertaining (if lightweight) and the ambitious (if not always successful). Last year for example placed the up-lit Three Things About Elsie alongside Jessie Greengrass’s wonderful (if not universally appreciated) Sight. And on a 2019 longlist that includes explicit Mer-otica as well as a light hearted examination of how siblings bonds hold up when one sibling draws post coital inspiration from the Black Widow Spider; this book represents, alongside Milkman, the most formally and thematically ambitious entry. I approached the book with some trepidation: I was familiar with the ARC reviews of some very respected Goodreads friends who had pronounced it a strong disappointment despite its worthy subject matter; and I ranked my only previous experience with the author’s writing The Story of My Teeth as 1*. Starting this book though I was immediately taken with: the breadth of ambition exhibited; the literary and meta-fictional conceit involved - including the archives, the embedded literary and lyrical references; and the writing which was at once lyrical (with beautiful descriptions) and harshly self-examining (of the disintegration of the author's marriage). Albeit conscious of simultaneously feeling that the novel was simultaneously: teetering on the edge of being overly-worthy and politically correct in ambition; pretentious in its conceit; over written (particularly when describing or voicing the narrators children, who seemed to temporarily age five years each time they were actively involved in the narrative). I was also (and remain) uncomfortable at the constant repetition of blasphemy in the mouth of a five year old, for crude comedy effect. I broke off after 100 pages and decided to read the author’s brief non-fictional essay Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions and then went back to the start of the book. I would say that a reading of that essay is essential to any full appreciation of the novel. A fundamental part of the novel is the concept of textual embedding and referencing and the essay forms the ur-text for the novel - with background facts, characters, incidents, images and expressions from the essay being repurposed throughout the text of the novel. The essay I feel also explains one of the key messages behind the novel - the idea of the refugee crisis being the consequences of a shared hemispheric war in which the United States governments of all shades has participated over a half century or more. While the coda to the essay makes the author’s horrors at the election of Trump plain, the essay and novel are set in the Obama administration and that the author’s own decision to get personally involved in the crisis was precipitated by what she sees as a deliberate and callous legal act by that administration. One of the justifiably controversial aspects of the book, notwithstanding its endorsement by Tommy Orange, is its treatment of Native Americans as a historical people, vanquished by the iniquity of the “white-eyes” (rather than as a modern day community living with the long lasting consequences of that history). Partly I think this is simply factual - the author’s ex-husband (and by extension the narrators husband at the time of the novel, as their marriage disintegrates) is obsessed with the fate of the last Indians to be conquered and the road trip around which the novel is based is motivated partly (in the novel) but entirely (in fact) by his desire to research the places where the last of the Apaches were captured and taken. But I also felt that it enables the author (a Mexican seeking at the time of the essay a Green Card) to explore again the idea of shared responsibility for a tragic hemispheric war - the novel explores the equal role of the Mexican government in the war on the Native North American’s, and reminders that the area now North of the border in which the novel is set, was then part of Mexico. The ending of the book – as the story within a story (a story which to add a further layer of meta-ness draws its text from a series of other novels; and which also draws parallels from the child migrant journeys back over many centuries to the Children’s crusades) merges into the real story added a real power to the novel. Overall I still retain some of my ambiguities about the book - for much of the time as it read it I felt it could be a heroic failure, I think I ended concluding it was a flawed triumph. And it is to the author's credit, and a sign of her continual self-evaluation that she was aware of many of the potential pitfalls in this novel. Political concern: How can a radio documentary be useful in helping more undocumented children find asylum? Aesthetic problem: On the other hand, why should a sound piece, or any other form of storytelling, for that matter, be a means to a specific end? I should know, by now, that instrumentalism, applied to any art form, is a way of guaranteeing really [bad] results: light pedagogic material, moralistic young-adult novels, boring art in general. Professional hesitance: But then again, isn’t art for art’s sake so often an absolutely ridiculous display of intellectual arrogance? Ethical concern: And why would I even think that I can or should make art with someone else’s suffering? Pragmatic concern: Shouldn’t I simply document, like the serious journalist I was when I first started working in radio and sound production? Realistic concern: Maybe it is better to keep the children’s stories as far away from the media as possible, anyway, because the more attention a potentially controversial issue receives in the media, the more susceptible it is to becoming politicized, and in these times, a politicized issue is no longer a matter that urgently calls for committed debate in the public arena but rather a bargaining chip that parties use frivolously in order to move their own agendas forward. Constant concerns: Cultural appropriation ............ who am I to tell this story, micromanaging identity politics, heavy-handedness, am I too angry...more |
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Now longlisted for the Women's Prize 2019. Re read following its longlisting for the 2019 Republic of Consciousness Prize. This book is published by Fai Now longlisted for the Women's Prize 2019. Re read following its longlisting for the 2019 Republic of Consciousness Prize. This book is published by Fairlight Books, a new UK small press which “has one aim – to celebrate quality writing and promote the best of new and contemporary literary fiction.” and with a mission “to promote contemporary literary fiction and quality writing, whatever the genre and however it is published” This book is one of the first of their Fairlight Moderns series, a series of aesthetically designed, pocket sized books, introducing new writers and contemporary themes from around the world. This was my introduction to the publisher and to the series. I found the book ideal for travelling, as an additional book to slip into a bag alongside weightier tomes and it worked perfectly on a flight where I had finished my main book and wanted to start on another book before resting. It is a tribute to the book that I ended up reading it cover to cover. The book is set in Romania (where the author Sophie van Llewyn, a flash fiction and short story writer, was born) at the end of the 1960s, early in Ceausescu’s near 25 year reign as leader of the country. The style of the book is very innovative and effective, a novella told in flash fiction. More than 50 pieces of flash fiction in total (a number of which could and did function independently) which range across the first and third (and even at one stage) second person; the majority in traditional narrative form but a number presented differently: timelines of a day, a brief curse filled invective, postcards, a list of items and what they were traded for, a note to Father Frost, commented quotes. The story is a simple but harrowing one - Alina is set partly adrift by her mother when she marries into poorer stock, but her marriage, life and teaching career (as well as that of her husbands) are all cast under a permanent threat when her husband’s brother defects to the West; which threat becomes even greater and personal when she fails to report a young child in her class with an illicit comic and attracts the terrible and abusive attention of a secret service agent. With her mother unwilling to help, she turns to her Aunt, well connected in the Party but also a practitioner of traditional rites and believer of folk customs. She is introduced in the first chapter, as she summons Alina to a secret burial of a grandfather she did not know existed, a grandfather whose burial casket is rather small and who was sometimes kept in a bird cage. And immediately we have a hint of magic realism, something that broadens out later in the book. Overall the magic realism offset against the modernist brutality as well as reminding me of Latin American novellas, effectively conveys Ceausescu’s Romania’s terrible mix of poverty and repression. Further the novella-in-flash form functions well to capture the way in which a totalitarian society can lead to a strict compartmentalism of one’s private and public lives. Recommended. ...more |
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Now longlisted for the 2019 Women's Prize. That was the whole point of the re-enactment, that we ourselves became the ghosts, learning to walk the lNow longlisted for the 2019 Women's Prize. That was the whole point of the re-enactment, that we ourselves became the ghosts, learning to walk the land as they walked it two thousand years ago, to tend our fire as they tended theirs and hope that some of their thoughts, their way of understanding the world, would follow the dance of muscle and bone. To do it properly, I thought, we would almost have to absent ourselves from ourselves, leaving our actions, our reenactions, to those no longer there. Who are the ghosts again, us or our dead? Maybe they imagined us first, maybe we were conjured out of the deep past by other minds. My first book by this author, a Professor of Creative Writing – and a book I would not be surprised to see featuring on next year’s Women’s Prize longlist. The book is a slim novella – less than 150 pages of well-spaced writing – and best read in a single sitting (or perhaps even better in a single squatting on uncomfortable ground) as a way to experience the real-time way in which the first person, 17 year old, narrator Silvie tells her story. And my reference to experiential reading is deliberate – as the set up of this novel is that Silvie (actually Sulevia – named by her father after a Northumbrian Goddess), is with her amateur-archaeologist/historian bus-driver father and mother, joining some field work a University professor – Professor Slade – is conducting with three of the students (two male, one female – Molly) on his Experiential Archaeology course: the purpose of the field work to camp in the peat bogs of a Northumberland national part and, for a few days, attempt a historical reconstruction of Ancient Briton iron-age lifestyles (wearing authentic clothes, hunting and gathering food and so on). A number of things become quickly clear to the reader in turn: Silvie’s father’s enthusiasm for the fidelity of the historical recreation is stronger than the Professor’s (who for example wears socks inside his animal skin moccasins) and even more so than that of his students (whose enthusiam for gutting animals is much lower than for absconding to shops for illicit snacks); Silvie’s father’s enthusiasm for the recreation reflects his belief in a more genuine ancient way of life: one that features the original real natives of the land, that does away with the softness and distractions of modern life and which also has an unquestioned patriarchal structure That Silvie’s father imposes, as far as he can, such a lifestyle on his family’s day to day living – in particular using physical and mental abuse to control his wife and to attempt to control his daughter’s emerging independence (increasingly expressed by cheeky asides – which often result in beatings) and sexuality (something which comes more to the fore as she sees how Molly interacts with the boys but also finds herself drawn to Molly). At first the camp divides along family/university lines. The professor and Silvie’s father clash over Hadrian Wall – Sylvie’s father convinced it shows the immigrant dominated Roman army was unable to overcome the resistance of the Ancient Britons – the Professor arguing firstly that the Wall served little defensive function and was more of a statement, and that the “Britons” would have no concept of themselves other than as a series of disparate tribes. Silvie resents what she sees as the class/regional condescension of the students towards her father. Things, however, change when the men (and Silvie) reconstruct the eponymous Ghost Wall – a wall assembled by the ancient Britons and topped with the preserved, and magically imbued remains of the dead (substituted by animals skulls) and the men discover a shared sense of power and meaning from the reconstruction. Silvie is drawn increasingly to Molly who tries to get her to admit and confront her father’s abuse and the story culminates in Sylvie allowing herself to be drawn into the reenactment of a bog-based female sacrifice – which causes Molly to involve the police. For a short book – it is packed with themes, the clearest of which is the idea of a flawed nationalistic view which both harps back to an immigrant free/pure native world which never existed and which is intrinsically bound up with a longing for a time when misogyny was not only acceptable but intrinsic to societal structure. Overall a quietly impressive novel. ...more |
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This book was I thhink shortlisted for the 2018 Costa Novel award, the 2019 Women's Prize for fiction and the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award
This book was I thhink shortlisted for the 2018 Costa Novel award, the 2019 Women's Prize for fiction and the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award - so it is perhaps appropriate that I have now read it three times (in 2018, 2019 for a Book Group and 2021 ahead of the publication of its sequel) Now it’s full of frightened old men who think their day is over (and they’re probably right) and overexcited young men who jabber till the spit flies, though it’s only stuff they’ve read in the paper. The women have gone very quiet. It’s like the Iliad, you know, when Achilles insults Agamemnon and Agamemnon says he’s got to have Achilles’ girl and Achilles goes off and sulks by the long ships and the girls they’re quarrelling over say nothing, not a word … I don’t suppose men ever hear that silence.” Even first time around I came to this book relatively late – but which time it had already received excellent reviews from a number of my Goodreads friends which both detail the book and discuss some of its strengths and flaws – see in particular these reviews from Paul, Neil and Trevor. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... From my viewpoint, the concept of the book was similar in many ways to Philippa Gregory's retelling of The War of The Roses (Cousins' Wars) across a series of historical novels – featuring various female characters. One thing that unites Paul, Neil and Trevor is their unease/disappointment in the abandonment not just of the first party narration, but of Briseis female viewpoint, and its increasing substitution with a privileged third-party narrator written instead from Achilles view (i.e a more traditional male viewpoint). Gregory also has to deal with this issue of there being a limit to how much of the story a female character would have witnessed – her approach is to fill in the missing action by the heavy use of exposition - sometimes in narrative between characters and sometimes by the first (or third) person female narrator summarising their thoughts. That technique can be clumsy at times, when it works however it captures well the way rumours emerge and shift after a battle – and the fear of those waiting at home for news of those they love, and of the overall flow of the battle and how this will impact on their own lives. Importantly I think Gregory never abandons the viewpoint of her female characters as Barker does here – and while I think I can see what she is trying to do (making it clear – as the quotes in Trevor and Neil’s review pick out – that really this can never be the story of Briseis when she is held as a pawn and sex slave, her story only really beings when Achilles is dead) I think ultimately it is to the slight detriment of her aims and effectively drowns out Briseis, something Barker acknowledges: I remember how he'd held my chin in his hand, turning my head this way and that, before walking into the centre of the arena, holding up his arms and saying "Cheers, lads. She'll do"" And again, at the end [referring to Alcimus who Achilles instructs to marry Briseis so as to keep her safe after his own expected death] holding my chin, tilting my head: "He's a good man. He'll be kind to you. And he'll take care of you".” PS – the irony that a group of men are choosing to criticise how a woman tells a woman’s story is not lost on me! The other area I have seen criticised in the book is the anachronisms in the story. Here I have to say the criticism was I think ill-founded. Pat Barker has been very explicit that – unlike her World War I books which feature real characters and where she is scrupulous to try and make their behaviour conform to known historical facts, in the smallest detail – here she felt free to introduce anachronisms and enjoyed the freedom to do so. In her view, the original story is a myth, and the idea of respecting historical detail in a myth - even the concept of an anachronism - simply makes no sense. And the "anachronisms" are blatant, clear from almost the first page and I think important. References to weekends or crowns or sweets are rather overshadowed in my view by the fact that the siege of Troy is blatantly lifted straight from the WWI Western Front, or Achilles and his fellow elite officers singing a real 20th/21st century rugby song at dinner. And I thought it was clear what Barker was doing here – drawing a line from male dominated violence and casual disregard for women of the myth, through into the gung-ho attitudes to war of the officer class at the start of WWI (many in their heads inspired by classical battles) and further into the casual aggression and misogyny of many men today, all of it taking place against the silence of the girls. The quote with which I start my review is from Pat Barker's Life Class set in 1914 London - a quote which appears to presage this book albeit a link of which Barker herself has said she was not consciously aware until it was drawn to her attention by a reader. Recommended. ...more |
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Longlisted for the 2018 Man Booker – and the only book published after the longlist was announced, and so the last I came to read (a month and 2 days
Longlisted for the 2018 Man Booker – and the only book published after the longlist was announced, and so the last I came to read (a month and 2 days after the announcement). While not shortlisted for that prize - the book is now (and not surprisingly) starting to sweep other awards: Irish Book of The Year - Best Novel. National Book Award - International Author, Waterstone's Book of the Year - Best Novel and Best Book, Costa Award - Best Novel, British Book Awards - fiction winner and overall winner, Encore award for best second novel. I have little doubt that the author will be the one on the Booker longlist that we will hear most of in the years ahead and that this book (probably alone of the longlist) will be on the shelves in mainstream bookshops in say 5 years' time. Returning to my review: The other books on the longlist draw on wider elements: graphics and alt-right, crime genre conventions, Greek mythology and legend, immersive research into the penal system, environmental passion, free verse and film noir, dystopia, grime and urban slang, refugee crisis, steampunk and slavery, greyhounds and spying, stream of consciousness: and the reader’s view of each book depends, at least in part, on her (or his) views on how well the author has translated those aspects into language This book is though little more than an internally focused, but two sided tale of millennial student friendship and love – and hence to a very large extent stands or falls on the readers view of the author’s writing and her characterisation of the thoughts and motivations of the two protagonists. In my view the author largely succeeds and, much to my surprise, this is one of my favourite books on the longlist. Connell and Marianne attend the same school – Connell quietly popular, Marianne widely shunned for her perceived eccentricity – but the two have two links: both are intellectual and Connell’s single mother cleans for Marianne’s widowed mother. The two start a tentative sexual and covert relationship and both apply (successfully) for Trinity where their relative status is turned on its head and more in line with their social status – Connell struggling with the simultaneous vacuity and confidence of his fellow students, and Marianne thriving. The book which moves forwards in unevenly spaced chapters which are dated and title (for example) Three Months Later, chapters which are told form alternating third party viewpoints and which often look back on key events since the last chapter and more particularly on the ever changing dynamic of the relationship between the two. Connell’s relationship to literature (like the authors) is complex – struggling with the middle class attitude to literature he still desperately wants to be part of it – which even leads to the book’s ending. Connell (and the author’s) ambiguity is captured in a number of quotes: It seems to Connell that the same imagination he uses as a reader is necessary to understand real people also, and to be intimate with them. Key themes examined in the book include: Class dynamics and social privilege; Masculinity and feminity – and the privileges and burdens of each; The aftermath of the end of the Celtic Tiger, and its economic and social effects on the millennial generation that reached adulthood after it, including their loss of faith in capitalism (having already lost faith in the church); Power dynamics and how these can alter across different social milieu; Fitting in and standing out – and how different people can adopt different positions over time; Intimacy and independence ; Self-image and its interaction with abusive relationships and with depression. I described Sally Rooney’s last book – Conversations With Friends – as “an interesting debut by a young author writing with a fresh new voice about a young character experiencing a very old story (a woman having an affair with an older married man)”. Despite its many differences, this book is again simply a young author writing with a fresh new voice about (in this case) two young characters experiencing an even older story – how does friendship translate into love and how can you really know the mind of someone else. Albeit one with a dark undercurrent. Jane Austen for the millennial generation. One night the library started closing just as he reached the passage in Emma where it seems like Mr Knightly is going to marry Harriet, and he had to close the book and walk home in a state of strange emotional agitation …………. It feels intellectually unserious to concern himself with fictional people marrying one another. But there it is – literature moves him. And there it is – this book moved me. ...more |
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Now deserved winner of the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award (one which acts as a kind of after publication year “best of” award - this year pi
Now deserved winner of the 2020 International Dublin Literary Award (one which acts as a kind of after publication year “best of” award - this year pitting in the shortlist winners of the Booker, Women’s Prize, Giller, NBA and Nobel). PREVIOUS a COMMENT One year on from its win and this book’s sales and reputation go for strength to strength. Anna Burns gave a moving speech at the recent Booker award dinner for 2019 which I was lucky enough to attend. The 2019 longlist had many strong books but nothing to match the brilliance and distinctiveness of this one. UPDATED THOUGHTS One of my top books of 2018 and after a re read (which I enjoyed even more than first time around) likely to be one of my top reads in 2019. This was also the Winner of the 2018 Man Booker Prize. Purely in my view this was always the standout book on the longlist and the best winner for years - however (just as I predicted in my original review) this is not a book for everyone as can be seen in some of the reviews of this book. I do find something meta-fictional about the fact that a book about a divided community, with the two sides holding entrenched positions, generating a similar reaction among my literary friends - I have visions of the fans of the book manning barricades in its defence, while its detractors chant "No surrender to the Book-r-prize" and “Le ciel est blu” And I have posted elsewhere - it seems that say 2/3rd of people absolutely love this book and 1 / 3rd simply cannot tolerate it. This is in line with scientific evidence - Wikipedia estimates 35% of the global population are lactose intolerant (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lactose...) OPENING QUOTE The day Somebody McSomebody put a gun to my breast and called me a cat and threatened to shoot me was the same day the milkman died. He had been shot by one of the state hit squads and I did not care about the shooting of this man. Others did care though, and some were those who, in the parlance, ‘knew me to see but not to speak to’ and I was being talked about because there was a rumour started by them, or more likely by first brother-in-law, that I had been having an affair with this milkman and that I was eighteen and he was forty-one. ANNA BURNS AND HER LITERARY DEVELOPMENT Anna Burns’s debut novel – her first No Bones was shortlisted for the Orange Prize in 2002 – 15 years after the author moved from Catholic Belfast to England as a 25 year old in 1987. This is only her third novel (with one novella) since then and the acknowledgements hint at a trying life story. (update: this difficult back story has now been confirmed interviews since the author won the prize). No Bones covered the story of a young girl growing up in the Troubles in Belfast; Little Constructions – her second novel - an Irish criminal family. My reviews here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... In a New Statesman reading and interview at Foyles in the week of the Booker award - an event I was fortunate enough to attend - Anna Burns discussed her three books. My recollections and understanding of what she said was that: her saying that her first book "No Bones" was dealing with her issues as an individual; her second “Little Constructions” with her issues with the family unit; and that finally now in her third book “Milkman” she was able to consider her issues with the society in which she grew up I think it’s because I’ve resolved something about family issues that I can now do the “bigger” issue – which actually, for me, is the lesser issue. MILKMAN This book is set in Belfast in the early 1990s, but a Belfast not named but described with a nomenclature which reminded me of the allegorical approach of a Magnus Mills novel: At this time, in this place, when it came to the political problems, which included bombs and guns and death and maiming, ordinary people said ‘their side did it’ or ‘our side did it’, or ‘their religion did it’ or ‘our religion did it’ or ‘they did it’ or ‘we did it’, when what was really meant was ‘defenders-of-the-state did it’ or ‘renouncers-of-the-state did it’ or ‘the state did it’. Now and then we might make an effort and say ‘defender’ or ‘renouncer ….. that flag of the country from ‘over the water’ which was also the same flag of the community from ‘over the road’. The opening paragraph of the novel – at the start of my review – sets out both the style of the novel and its limited storyline. The book is narrated in a wonderful first-person voice by an unnamed girl, looking back on when she was eighteen years old. The voice perhaps has something of Lisa McInerney and Eimear McBride (perhaps even Mike Mc Cormack) but with its own distinctive freshness and black humour. Despite (or perhaps because of) her almost-boyfriend, the narrator has two unwanted admirers: • The milkman – a older man and “renouncer” (IRA) intelligence office who uses his undercover skills to persistently engineer encounters with her, while accumulating and casually revealing his knowledge of every aspect of her life; • Somebody Mc Somebody – the only surviving son of a renouncer family which has been struck by serial tragedy and who has self-delusions that he is a senior renouncer agent. CHARACTERS The novel features a wonderful cast of characters, known not by their names but identified with a similar nomenclature to that in the above description of Belfast. Examples of individual characters include: • maybe-boyfriend (her almost partner – a motor mechanic who hoards car parts and who sets off a chain of events by bringing home the super-charger from a Bentley – a car firmly identified as being from “over the water”); • nuclear-boy (Somebody McSomebody’s brother – obsessed with the prospect of a Russia-America nuclear war to the bemusement of those around him); chef (her boyfriends best friend, a gay brickie and one time serial-victim convinced he is a top cook); • third brother-in-law (street fighter, sanctifier of women, obsessive runner) • tablets girl, a.k.a. girl who was really a woman (the unhinged district poisoner;) • real milkman.a.k.a. the man who didn’t love anybody, (a stern and ascetic “deeder of the goodness”, who openly defies the excesses of the enforcers and is an object of lifelong desire for …;) • ma (obsessed with marrying off the narrator, her daughter, to one of “the nice wee boys from the area”) There was ma too, continuing her barrage of how I wouldn’t get married, of how I was bringing shame by entering paramilitary groupiedom, of how I was bringing down on myself dark and unruly forces, bad-exampling wee sisters, bringing in God too, as in light and dark and the satanic and the infernal. Other characters are identified as collectives, for example: • The wee ones (the narrator’s hyper-questioning, precociously intelligent younger sisters); • The local paramilitary groupies (who attempt to induct her into their ranks); • The issue women (a group of feminists resented but also protected by the traditional women). • The ex-pious women – a group of ageing religious ladies who rival ma for the attentions of the real milkman • The narrator, in a touch I loved and with which I could hugely empathise, is marked out as different and suspicious by the community, due to her habit of walking while reading: It’s creepy, perverse, obstinately determined,’ went on longest friend. …. It’s the way you do it –reading books, whole books, taking notes, checking footnotes, underlining passages …. It’s disturbing. It’s deviant. It’s optical illusional. Not public-spirited. Not self-preservation. Calls attention to itself and why –with enemies at the door, with the community under siege, with us all having to pull together –would anyone want to call attention to themselves here?’ The narrator challenges “Are you saying it’s okay for [The Milkman] to go around with Semtex but not okay for me to read Jane Eyre [walking about] in public?’ to be told: look[ed] at it in its proper surroundings, then Semtex taking precedence as something normal over reading-while-walking –‘which nobody but you thinks is normal’ –could certainly be construed as the comprehensible interpretation here …. So, looked at in those terms, terms of contextual environment, then … it is okay for him and it’s not okay for you.’ THEMES The book brilliantly conveys the Troubles and the undercurrent of violence, the tribal suspicions, the oppressive conventions, the inter-community and community-soldier hatreds, and the oppressive gloom that it generates. Take a … statelet immersed …. conditioned… through years of personal and communal suffering, personal and communal history, to be overladen with heaviness and grief and fear and anger –well, these people could not, not at the drop of a hat, be open to any bright shining button of a person stepping into their environment and shining upon them just like that. As for the environment, that too, would object, backing up the pessimism of its people, which was what happened where I lived where the whole place always seemed to be in the dark. It was as if the electric lights were turned off, always turned off, even though dusk was over so they should have been turned on yet nobody was turning them on and nobody noticed either, they weren’t on. All this too, seemed normality which meant then, that part of normality, here was this constant, unacknowledged struggle to see. The narrator is both a product of her environment (she regrets that maybe-boyfriend does not have the culturally appropriate level of male-enthusiasm for football) and starting to strain against its restrictions. In her increasing sense of awareness of the wider-world outside of the narrow confines she is expected to operate in she is aided by maybe-boyfriend who takes her to see a sunset and a French evening-class teacher who, in a funny but also pivotal scene encourages her class to look at the colours of the sky and explore both language and nature, despite their inherited ancestral scepticism. After generation upon generation, fathers upon forefathers, mothers upon foremothers, centuries and millennia of being one colour officially and three colours unofficially, a colourful sky, just like that, could not be allowed to be. But she is worn down by: • the unwanted attentions of the milkman; • his increasingly explicit threats that maybe-boyfriend will be car-bombed if she does not drop him; • by the neighbourhood gossip, innuendo and questioning which takes her non-existent affair with him as a matter of established fact and starting point for further conjecture; • her increasingly strained relationship with maybe-boyfriend who still lives under the shadow of the Bentley incident And all this spelled a serious turning bad for us, for me and maybe-boyfriend –in the way that the rumour about me and the milkman in my area was affecting me, and in the way that the rumour about him and the flag in his area was affecting him. STYLE This is not a book for all readers – the plot is limited and even within its narrow confines, the author wanders across time meaning the book has only a limited sense of linearity. It is distinctly in my view at the Goldsmith/Republic of Consciousness end of the Booker spectrum (albeit surprisingly not shortlisted for that prize, with two less innovative Booker books making the list); and therefore all the more enjoyable for it. The style too is not consistent – this is a book which can be at times (but only at times) • Visceral - for example Rachel Cusk like massacre of “our side’s dogs by the “over the water” army • Dark – violence and death are an everyday occurrence • Tender – with an unexpected gay relationship and “grey” love affair • Surreal/absurd – almost Magnus Mills style as for example the security forces struggle with the infiltration of a hospital by sexually obsessed ex-pious women • Imaginative and inventive in its use of language – in the style of Eimear McBride But it was a book that I loved. CONCLUSION Overall a bold and innovative choice for which the Booker Judges must be congratulated. A distinct and darkly humorous novel which serves as a literary reminder of the Troubles – a difficult time in British history, and one which answers its own question: ‘You never know,’ they said, ‘what might be considered the most sought-after paraphernalia of these sadnesses in years to come.’...more |
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Now longlisted for the Women's Prize 2019. Ada wanted a reason, a better explanation. We were not enough. We were too strange, She had been raised bNow longlisted for the Women's Prize 2019. Ada wanted a reason, a better explanation. We were not enough. We were too strange, She had been raised by humans, medical ones at hat. So instead she read lists of diagnostic criteria, things like disruptions of identity, self-damaging impulsivity, emotional instability and mood swings, self mutilating behaviour and recurrent suicidal behaviour. I could have told her it was all me, even the last one. Especially the last one. Maybe all her research was done in self preservation, because she didn’t trust me to save her. I wanted her to die, yes, but like I said before, everything I did was in our best interests. I was just trying to save her. And for the record she tried to kill me first A novel where the idea of a character struggling with their inner demons is less of a metaphor – and more of a way (an inaccurate way I think the author would say) of me trying to portray the worldview of the book This interview and particularly the Twitter readers guide is worth reading https://nylon.com/articles/akwaeke-em... Also a novel which is actually much closer to autobiography than one would imagine reading it as this article makes clear. https://www.thecut.com/consent.html?r... A unique novel (at least in my experience) and one I am struggling to rate. ...more |
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Now shortlisted for the Women's Prize 2019. Circe is Madeline Miller’s second novel - her first The Song of Achilles, a retelling of Iliad, focusing on Now shortlisted for the Women's Prize 2019. Circe is Madeline Miller’s second novel - her first The Song of Achilles, a retelling of Iliad, focusing on the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus, won the Orange Prize for fiction in 2012. Circe is also a retelling of a Greek epic - in this case The Odyssey, and I feel is likely to feature on prize lists over the next 12 months - with both the Booker and Women’s Prize possibilities. My own knowledge of Greek mythology and of Homer’s writing is extremely limited - but I found it very beneficial while reading of this book to do some Wikipedia/Google based reading around the characters and key stories mentioned. Central to this is the tale of Circe in the Odyssey - the visit to her witches Island of Odysseus and his ship, her turning of most of his crew into swine and (aided by Hermes via Athena) Odysseus’s use of magical herbs to protect himself from her medicine and their subsequent relationship. Circe we are told in a seemingly throw away detail by Homer, who works at a huge loom, “can speak with a human voice” - and it is seemingly by expanding on this detail and its implications; imagining what might have caused Circe to act as she did; a timeless view of how men react to seemingly vulnerable women and then how they label them when they turn out to be powerful or threatening; and a wish to invert the patriarchal centred telling of the Greek legends - that Miller has woven this powerful re-interpretation. Circe is a nymph - daughter of Helios, the terrible sun god and a naiad Perse (daughter in turn of Oceanos - the sea Titan). From early on she is close to the bottom of the immortals’ hierarchy, particularly despised for her weak voice (which she later learn sounds like that of a mortal - for which detail Miller of course draws on Homer’s aforementioned aside). Her interest in mortals is kindled by witnessing the punishment of Prometheus, she comes to his temporary aid (an act of high treason but one not seen by others) and when explaining to her why he gave fire to the mortals, says, in a phrase which sticks with Circe and becomes as a result a prophecy of her future ““Not every god need be the same”. Subsequently she falls in love with a mortal - a simple sailor Glaucos and her feelings for him and desire to overcome his mortality draws her into her eventual true calling - a practitioner of pharmaka - the use of herbs to weave an ancient magic that defies even the Olympians. Her first spell is one of transformation - transforming someone into their real true self: in Glaucos’s case she and he are initially delighted when he turns into a powerful sea-god, but his delight turns to pride and vanity in his new status (showing his real character) and hers to dismay and hurt when he know sees her as inferior and sets his side on the beautiful nymph Scylla. In a second use of her transformative power, this time far more terrible, Circe transfer Scylla into the sea monster of legend - an act that haunts her until the near-end of the book as her actions cost the life of countless sailors. More immediately her insistence on revealing her actions and powers uncovers similar powers in her siblings (who include the keeper of the Golden Fleece as well as the wife of King Minos and progenitor of the Minotaur). This revealing of a new power threatens to disturb the delicate balance between the reigning Olympians and the still powerful Titans and leads to her exile on an Island where much of the rest of the book is set and where she develops her herbal skills. Overtime, her family connections lead to her active involvement in many legendary tales and relationships with many legendary figures: visiting her sister she and Daedalus (father of Icarus, and portrayed as a famous hands on inventor) help birth, then partly tame and confine the minotaur: her famous loom is in fact another of Daedalus’s inventions, given to her as a present; Jason and consort - Circe’s niece - visit her for sanctification while fleeing together; and of course Odysseus and his crew visit the island. Odysseus’s visit becomes central to Miller’s feminist re-interpretation. Circe’s porcine themed assaults are given a strong #MeToo slant, which also draws on elements of her character and story. Her mortal like voice (and so lack of obvious godlike powers) and exile (hence without any male protectors) make her simply another treasure to be taken by passing sailors Brides, nymphs we were called, but that is not really how the world saw us. We were an endless feast laid out upon a table, beautiful and renewing and so very bad at getting away. And at the end of her first rape she turns her assaulters into pigs - reflecting of course both her transformative powers and her ability to se these powers to unmask people for their true selves. It was hard not read this passage without thinking of more recent events When I passed back by the pen, his friends would stare at me with pleading faces. They moaned and squealed and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, We are sorry. Some of the details are delightful - Circe famously appears in only two books of the Odyssey, so neatly Odysseus’s visit to her island takes only two chapters of Circe’s story. And Miller via Circe delights in portraying the meeting of Circe and Odysseus as one, not as such of equals, but of two strong characters each with their own powers, abilities strengths and flaws Later, years later, I would hear a song made of our meeting … I was not surprised by the portrait of myself: the proud witch undone before the hero’s sword, kneeling and begging for mercy. Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep. Interestingly a pattern which is repeated later with her meeting with Penelope (Odysseus’s wife and mother of Circe’s final lover) - following Odysseus’s accidental death after encountering his and Circe’s son Telegonus (who in a small detail goes on to found one of the nascent Rome’s important neighbours, with the help of Athena - looking for a new champion after the death of his father and her favourite) Some other detail I enjoyed: A metaphor for the woman’s historical role as housemaker: By rights I should never have come to witchcraft. Gods hate all toil it is their nature. The closest we come is … smithing, but these things are skills, and there is no drudgery to them since all the parts that might be unpleasant are taken away with power … no fingers are ever chafed, no muscles strained. Witchcraft is nothing but drudgery. Each herb must be found in its den, harvested at its time, grubbed up from the dirt, culled and stripped, washed and prepared .. Contrasting the role and aims of women with the patriarchal and power crazed acts of the gods and of the mortal heroes. I stayed and watched her dance …. This was how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the son. But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving what they can mar: destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters. All that smoke and savour rising so delicately from our alters. It leaves only ash behind. A mediation on motherhood of an infant I faced it as soldiers face their enemies, girded and braced, sword up against the coming blows. Yet all my preparations were not enough … Thank the gods I did not have to sleep. Every minute I must wash and boil and clean and scrub and put to soak. Yet how could I do that, when every minute he also needed something, food and change and sleep? The last I had thought the most natural for mortals, easy as breathing, yet he could not seem to do it. However I wrapped him, however I rocked and sang he screamed, gasping and shaking until the lions fled And then of the difficulties when your young adult of a child, overconfident due to the way you have shielded him from the worst of the world (literally in Circe’s case as she has cast a protective spell over the Island), seeks to flee a protection he sees only as a constraint: I thought of the hours I had carried him .. his skin against mine. I had wanted him to walk freely in the world, unburnt and unafraid and now I had got my wish …… I had not told him of its infancy, how angry and difficult it was, I had not told him of the stories of the hods’ cruelty, of his own father’s cruelty … For sixteen years I had been holding up the sky, and he had not noticed. I should have forced him to go with me to pick those plants that saved his life. I should have made him stands over the stove while I spoke the words of power, He should understand all I had carried in silence, all that I had done for his safekeeping. At times I felt the book struck a few false notes: Circe’s own dialogue and thoughts are not always consistent between a slightly archaic style and a more modern style; sometimes the involvement of Circe in seemingly every part of the legends can feel like Allan Karlsson from The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared although much, but by no means all, of this involvement is taken from ancient legends; sometimes I feel that Miller slightly struggles to maintain the fully coherent worldview that marks out great fantasy writing - but really that is largely down to the source material, brilliant in storytelling, lacking in coherence, to paraphrase Harrison Ford’s remarks to George Lucas - you can put this s**t into a Greek epic, you sure can’t make a coherent fantasy world from it. But overall these are small quibbles when set alongside the sheer ambition and intelligence that underlies this entertaining novel - one which ends strongly as Circe turns her transformative powers on herself to reveal her own true identity. ...more |
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