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Hunger (2017) Author: Roxane Gay Read: 9/24/19 Rating: 5/5 I'm hungry for more Gay, more raw truth. She Writes with courage, rare candidness- vulnerab Hunger (2017) Author: Roxane Gay Read: 9/24/19 Rating: 5/5 I'm hungry for more Gay, more raw truth. She Writes with courage, rare candidness- vulnerable. Rape, shame, healing. But Could do without the repeating, tangents, or feminist rants- her journeys what's craved. Often felt like her words were my own, persuasively articulating my burdens, doubts, fears, pains, and secrets. Although our diagnoses differ, the similarities are stunning. Relevant pop culture references, world's cruel treatment of the obese, wrestling with self-hate without pity. I laughed, cried, but mostly admired. Cadae poetry is based on Pi (π) (in mathematics, the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter). The letters c, a, d, a, e are the alphabet equivalent to the first 5 numbers in pi (3.1415926535897… ) As a poem, these numbers have been applied to line and stanza lengths, resulting in a cross between haiku and sonnet. The l 3-1-4-1-5… is the syllable scheme most commonly used. A more complicated form necessitates 3 lines of 3 syllables each in the first stanza, 1 syllable in a single line for the second, 4 syllables in 4 lines for third, and so on. #Cadae #ReviewPoem #booksaboutwriters #ED #feminism #LGBT #memoir #rape #PTSD ...more |
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Ella Minnow Pea (2001) by Mark Dunn Read: 4/11/19 Rating: 4.5/5 Here is the order by which the letter tiles fell: Z, Q, J, D, O³, K, F, O², E², E¹, B, Ella Minnow Pea (2001) by Mark Dunn Read: 4/11/19 Rating: 4.5/5 Here is the order by which the letter tiles fell: Z, Q, J, D, O³, K, F, O², E², E¹, B, C, U¹, V, U, T¹, R¹, H¹, Y, H, G! During the last 24 hours before the deadline for a pangram (a phrase, sentence, or verse containing all the letters of the alphabet), 8 letters fall in succession: A, E, I, R, S, T, W, O¹! Leaving: L, M, N, O, P! (Ella's family name, of course, “Minnow Pea”!) The last five letters remaining in all of Nollop read as none other than our heroine's name, EllaMinnowPea. She saves the entire island by proving that the legendary Nevin Nollop (worshipped by all who inhabit the 63 square mile autonomous island nation, 21 miles southeast from Charleston, South Carolina and renamed from “Utopianna" to “Nollop" in 1904 in his honor) was not that legendary after all. How? Why, by simply creating a pangram using only 32 letters- to the original Nollop brown fox pangram's 35 letters: Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs! (inspired from reading through love letters left on the island from her father- Amos Minnow Pea- to her mother Gwenette Minnow Pea.) My bias for linguistics aside, this is an intelligent, clever epistolary from first time novelist Mark Dunn. Although I have not read more than a few longer length lipograms, I feel confident in saying that this is one of the most whimsical examples. (Again, although I have not read more than a few other lipograms), My only complaint is that I had significant trouble towards the end of the novel comprehending anything at all. Especially when they had to start using onomatopoeias- which is often difficult enough without a limitation in letters! I am going to be hanging on to my copy of “Ella Minnow Pea", if for no other reason than some handy wordplay inspiration and a nicely compiled list of pangrams! ...more |
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**spoiler alert** The Good: * Lightman has a gift for writing, a unique ability to write straightforward, sparsely worded sentences that somehow, when **spoiler alert** The Good: * Lightman has a gift for writing, a unique ability to write straightforward, sparsely worded sentences that somehow, when read together, become lyrical. Reading his words, one is easily mesmerized and escapes, even though his settings are not necessarily faraway in time or place. * Exploration of regrets, memory, the choices we make, how love has the ability to change entire lives. I especially liked how Charles explains at a couple different points how he remembers an event differently than the scene he is watching before his eyes. (When he confronts his married professor for sleeping with his girlfriend Julianna, he remembers himself being much more solicitous rather than how he sees it in his visions, threatening to tell his wife, etcetera. The way he remembers it, he fondly takes pride in how he was the one to volunteer to shake his hand as they parted ways, even though he was the one being wronged.) * "This is not at all I remember it." Furthermore, in my undergraduate studies I did some research on the fallibility of eyewitness accounts in law & psychology. Thus, my special interest in this. * The theme of ballet, dance. Lightman has clearly does his research. The discipline, often dangerous, and how it runs Julianna's life. The psychology behind this has always been absorbing for me. * Poetry. Charles is a poet, and this readers are able to see some examples of the best poets. I especially appreciated this because I am not personally a poetry reader and was introduced to something I really liked by Emily Dickinson. "Love is like Life, merely longer* Again, the power Lightman has with words. The main character, although unreliable in his memory, gives us random thoughts that are so beautifully said. "Suddenly a young person wakes up and finds the universe tilting and grasping in front of him. Infinity. So many things are happening for the first time. What young people don’t realize is that so much is happening for the last time, as well. The world is both opening and closing at once. "Unconditional love. That’s what he wants to give her and what he wants from her. People should give without wanting anything in return. All other giving is selfish. But he is being selfish a little, isn’t he, by wanting her to love him in return? He hopes that she loves him in return. Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?"* It feels like there is no excess in this slim, sleek novel. For example, Charles had a classmate, Cunningham, that wrote a biography on a German astronomer named Ulrich Schmecken. In short, the story is that the astronomer carried out his research alone but when it went to the observatory, he would take with him a girl from the village. He would make passionate love to her there and then the remaining hours of the night he would then proceed to search and successfully find new asteroids. One evening in 1898, one young lady refused to engage in his "preasteroidal coition". As he had never been turned down before in his life, he was so defeated that following that night he never returned to his scientific career. Our narrator, Charles, comments on this story a few times, including the psychology behind it, which I greatly appreciated. A favorite thought he had was regarding, of all things, the difference between kissing and licking. The reason for this thought? In his footnotes, Cunningham explained that Schmecken, in his diary, had not used the German word for kiss, but the word for lick. However, in his determination, Schmecken had meant kiss and so he changed it to that in his translation. Charles sees the error in this. "The difference between kissing and licking is not a small thing. It is the difference between leisurely romance and fierce passion, between cold and hot, between stone and blood, between mind and body. Is it not true that we kiss with our minds but we lick with our bodies? We kiss grandparents, children, familiar spouses. Kissing can be polite, a peck on the cheek, even a full kiss on the mouth, even the French kiss. But licking his never polite. Licking is ill mannered, licking is total surrender to sex, total surrender to body. Licking is the return to primality.He then quotes from a student's thesis in which he introduces the theory that eating and speaking are minor functions of the tongue, the main one being sex. I found this actually possible. And very fascinating, since that idea had never entered my mind. The Bad: * The well done character depth and exploration with Charles was all we really got. I suppose this is to be expected, being told from his perspective, present timeline told in first person, flashbacks told in third person, but still his point of view. Still, more could have been revealed regarding Juliana especially. * I have said this before and I will say it again: vague endings and unhappy endings have there place. In fact, I hate easy fairytale endings, preferring instead the realistic sad one. This one was not only depressing, but vague. Lightman ended the novel with a little optimism in the last paragraph (with his new love, Sheila, he allows himself to be vulnerable for the first time as he gets ready to go out on the town with her; sadly it is because he begins crying as he reflects on the end with Juliana), but that did nothing but add to the obscurity (it ends with her asking him to tell her what is wrong, which we never read Charles's response to; she also had a surprise for him which will now forever remain a secret). ...more |
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**spoiler alert** This book was exquisite. Anthony Marra's words are like magic, like a sparkling, glittering waterfall of beauty. They are evocative,
**spoiler alert** This book was exquisite. Anthony Marra's words are like magic, like a sparkling, glittering waterfall of beauty. They are evocative, transporting, mesmerizing, transformative; they paint magnificent pictures, make villains almost likeable, war times seemingly easy to endure, tragic situations something to be thankful for. How does he do it? Talent? Genius? Magic? Honestly, I do not care. Give me more. I of course experienced the power of his writing in his debut novel, "A Constellation of Vital Phenomena" (because, yes, reaching something from him is an experience; more than simply reading words on a page). You could definitely see the same voice in "The Tsar of Love & Techno". As indicated by the subtitle, it is a correction of short stories. However, as he explains in the Extra Libris "Book Notes", Marra sees a mixtape organized similarly to a good story collection. You are not simply collecting a series of songs or stories you like, but rather you are engineering an emotional narrative. Here, his collection of tightly intertwined stories set over nearly a century of Russian history, structured as a mixtape. There's a side and a side B, with an intermission between serving as a tape. It was pretty awesome that he even decided to create a mixtape for readers to listen to as they read. I would recommend reading his thoughts on some of the tracks, included in the back, if you take this route. Here is the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/1227203... Well, it seems that Marra is not a hidden gem. As in, many have discovered his greatness and there are therefore numerous reviews out there that day almost everything I have to say on this masterpiece. A couple of my favorites: https://electricliterature.com/amp/p/... http://www.chicagotribune.com/lifesty... This one states that the all important painting that serves as the thread that connects all the stories, "Empty Pasture in the Afternoon" by real-life Chechen painter, Pyotr Zakharov-Chechenets, is fictitious. https://www.bookbrowse.com/mag/btb/in... As described in the first story by the censor artist, it is "... perhaps the dullest work in his catalogue raisonné. An empty pasture in late daylight rises to a crest at the canvas's top third. A white stone wall cuts a quiet diagonal across the field. A dacha, a well, and an herb garden extending halfway up the pasture hill, foregrounded in shadow. There is no sign of life or movement, not even a lost goat." This makes sense, looking at the painter's ouevre, which seems to be all portraits rather than landscapes, empty or not. However, every other article and review I have read does not mention this, and even treats it as real. There are so many levels of ingenuity in Marra's work. The first is his handling on the English language and his magnificent use of words, plain and simple. Using the right words and the right amount. The second is how these words, more specifically, somehow can make the reader truly emphasize with a villain and to see tragedy as the opposite. Marra's writing is illuminating the emotional darkness. He is able to add humor without it being inappropriate. Two of my favorite examples: "For inspiration [to draw the Gronzy tourist brochure], I studied pamphlets from the torture bureaus of other urban hellscapes, Baghdad, Pyongyang, Houston. I learned to be lavish... Upon seeing the empty space when apartment block wants to, I wrote, ' wide, unobstructed skies!' I watched as a pack of dogs chased a man, and wrote 'unexpected encounters with natural wildlife!'... Even before I reached the first checkpoint, I had scribbled 'first rate security!'"The only one I have been to is Houston and I find it hilarious that Marra mentioned it rather than New York, Detroit, any number of other cities in this country. "The trick is to make the Americans feel he must convince you of his identity, rather than the other way around. Tom Hanks's fans are maybe ten times more likely to fall for this than the average American."This is so true. And I love it, because I know my personality, and it makes sense why I have indeed always disliked Too Hanks. What follows in the narrative is a great vignette of a senior Vladamir trying to acclimate himself to his son Sergei's electronics, talking to Google, being literally scared by the power of the information it provides on the internet, etcetera. The third is how he manages to orchestrate this collection of short stories into a perfect whole, like a perfect mix tape, as he says. The oil painting is only one of several reoccurring items that threads the stories together. There is a picture of Kolya, Alexei, and their parents in leopard print swimsuits (and swimsuits made into the less feminine briefs). A few of the short stories include very touching vignettes of the boys' childhood years, Kolya the tough love older brother, Alexei the oft scared, but always admitting and in awe younger brother. This picture is the only one they have of all of them, taken at Lake Mercury on the very day their mother first coughs, the first symptom that ends in her death from lung cancer. There is the picture of a ballerina, Galina, a beautiful model who was only ever truly in love with Kolya, and vice versa. Sadly, this was before he was drafted for war, before he returned to have his heart torn from him when he saw her face everywhere as a celebrity, having to find out from a stranger on the street that she was married to a rich ogliarch and about to have a daughter. His brother Aleksi confirmed his worse fear. Not knowing when and even if he would ever return, she chose not to have the child they had created before he left. After ensuring his younger brother Alexai was cared for, he volunteered for what unfortunately became his final trip into war. Before he leaves, Alexei gifts to him a meticulously made mix tape with Galina's assistance, marked "For Kolya. In Case of Emergency!!!! Volume 1." This becomes yet another symbolic item, as it is something Alexei always did when they were young, playing in a homemade space shuttle they made together for their father's museum (before their mother's death, he had quit his dependable governmental career to follow his dream, opening a space museum, although it was not very successful). They would pretend to go into space, Kolya aways being the one to lift off, being the older brother. Alexai, before waving from Earth, would say, "One final thing, Cosmonaut," giving him a note, a tape, a file containing instruction on further adventures to be had in space. "Open only in case of emergency." In only one example of a maneuver that almost had me crying, the final story tells of Kolya floating in outer space before he does, getting the chance to open that tape. During his time as a prisoner of war shortly before his death, the illogical idea of finally getting to play his brother's mixtape is they only thing that he wanted to live for. Kolya even made a comment at one point that they both knew how silly it was too send him into war with this gift, as if out in the trenches they would find electricity, let alone a tape player in those times. Along with Kolya (I felt like I was looking over his shoulder, what every good book should aspire to do), readers can hear Galina's voice singing the same off tune ballads that he used to teach her, the granddaughter of a great ballerina, how to dance to. And then Alexi's voice, equally but differently off tune, percussion provided by dishware. The last words of this book? "One more time through. From the beginning. Give me that. Please." It is not only the creative (so perfectly I almost want to add 'surreptitiously') imbedding of these inanimate trinkets into the stories, but also how Marra turns them into characters themselves. For example, the painting takes on special meaning for each owner, from the "corrective artist" Roman who paints in his dead brother (whose execution he had to live with for his entire life) into the painting; to the near blind woman Nadya who discovers this same man painted in all of the now long dead Roman's paintings in various ages and disguises, to her lover, Ruslan, who paints in silhouettes representing the family he lost in the real life dacha the painting depicts (the description now becomes, in Alexi's words, "it was not much to look at, which is about all you can do with a painting. An empty pasture cresting into a hill. A small house. An herb garden. A wall of white stone meandering at a diagonal. But in a patch of plugged in canvas the size of a halved playing card, two slender shadows ran up the hill. One was a head and a half taller than the other. A slender green grass separated their dark hands, and I could noy tell if they were reaching for each other or letting go."), and eventually is forced to sell this painting but is able to save Nadya's eyesight; to the ballerina Galina who is the said purchaser whose true love was Kolya; to Alexei who Galina eventually gives the painting to, who uses it to locate the place where his brother died and collects dirt there so that he can finally take it with the ashes of his parents and scatter them into the sea and find solace in his life. The final exchange of the painting returns it to the last living owner, Ruslan. All the loose ends in previous stories are tied up beautifully by the conclusion of the mix-tape-short-story-collection-novel. We find out who caused Roman's execution in the first story in the penultimate story, when Vladami views an exhibition on his uncle Roman Osipovich Markin the "corrective artist", curated by Nadya, now cured with full eyesight. In yet another emotionally powerful vignette, he sees, for the first time, his father in dozens on framed paintings. A youngster. Dressed in a dark suit who appears to be his mother. Holding a young Vladamir. As a scientist. A cook. A farmer. A peasant. A factory foreman. A violinist. A grandfather. Years ago, his uncle had come to visit his mother, having her erase every last trace of her dead husband, to protect her, he said. Government officials might find them, placing she and her son in danger. A few years later, his mother hints that he might have been involved in his father's death. Despising him for this and only a child, he tells his teacher his uncle was a subversive, that he had seen him conducting affairs with foreigners. He wanted revenge and someone had to pay. Of course, he did not realize this would lead to the torture and execution of a man he had only met for a few minutes. On that same first and final visit to their family so many years ago, Roman told his nephew, the young Vladamir, that his father is still alive, for him to look for him. In the background, but that he is there and will continue to live on. The now elderly Vladamir finally realizes what his uncle really meant. Nadya admits that she has no idea who this man is, that she had been trying to figure it out for years. His heart can hardly hold the moment. Vladamir tells her, as much as he is telling himself at the same time. "My father." The fourth level of ingenuity in "The Tsar of Love & Techno" is that this is all based on extensive research and in depth history. This is evidenced by all the references Marra lists and a short search on many of the locations and events mentioned in the book. That such a magnificent work of art is also educational is nothing short of a miracle. I really should say "A" rather than "The" fourth level, because there is so much more that a reader can appreciate from this type of book on a second read, and even more I am not even mentioning because I will leave that up to you to discover if you have not already. This really is not the type of book anyone can even begin to appreciate by reading a review. And if you have already read the book in its entirety, then you know exactly what I mean. And if you have but do not, then I might have to find you in person and have a serious conversation with you about it. ...more |
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How disgraceful is it that the only reason I can come up with to actually learn Spanish is to be able to read one writer's oeuvre in full? I refer to
How disgraceful is it that the only reason I can come up with to actually learn Spanish is to be able to read one writer's oeuvre in full? I refer to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, of course, author of my favorite book of all time, "Don Quixote". (Probably, and only if this were the gun test, in which I had to select only one at the risk of death. This is a secret. Do not tell anyone I said this. It is like choosing favorites among your children.) Many of his lesser known works have not even been translated, and, furthermore, I know for a fact that all of his writing would be markedly better in its native Spanish; more authentic and different, at the very least. More so than other authors, since his writing style has an inordinate number of puns, rhetoric, satire, and relies heavily on wordplay, all of which I would finally be able to recognize on my own without having to be told first by the translator. Whereas this was undeniably not as spectacular as "Don Quixote", it was undeniably still an overall 5 star read. It has taken me far too long to read something else by him. From the introduction, something I liked that explains eloquently why I praise Cervantes as one of my favorite authors, despite the limited works I have been able to read from him: "A basic literary precept of the day was a need to inspire a sense of wonderment in the reader, and Cervantes achieves this by displacing recognizable character types into unexpected contexts and frequently dismantling generic conventions to create new combinations with which to surprise and challenge the reader. This he transports a noble gentleman to a gypsy camp in one story, presents one of his heroines as the 'illustrious' kitchen maid. He creates an essential tension between the 'ideal' and the 'real', the 'literary' and the 'everyday', the plausible and the unlikely... He speaks of 'producing fantasy with perfect naturalness'; in his "Exemplary Stories" he is more concerned to surprise his readers and stretch their imaginations by persuading them to suspend their disbelief than to recreate a realistic picture of his society."I was quite upset to find out that translator Lesley Lipson left out four stories: "The Generous Suitor", "The English Spanish Girl", "The Two Damsels", & "The Lady Cornelia". Why? Supposedly, since "they reflect the more traditional format of love and adventure, they are stylistically and conceptually less adventurous than the rest... less representative of Cervantes as innovator". Talk about skewing the perception. Why not provide all the data and let the readers decide for themselves, Lesley? You are a translator, not decider of what readers get to read. Once I (mostly) accepted Lipson's exclusions, I was pleased with her (his? As a side note, I cannot find any information on Lesley Lipson's anywhere. This is his/her only work and the only one I can find online is a Leslie Lipson, professor in political science from Victoria University, whom I am pretty sure is somebody else) introduction. Advice for anyone that has not yet read this great connection of stories from Cervantes? Read the introduction afterwards. I made the mistake of reading it first because, well, it is an introduction. But really it is an analysis; a well written one, but which requires giving away all the details. So after I found this out, I saved the rest of it for after I had finished reading the stories and was much more pleased. Most of what I personally have to say in comments regarding the stories Lipson covers. I actually suggest readers to read her critique right after the corresponding story, since she does go one story at a time. Another recommendation. Do read the prologue by the author. Cervantes, like he did in "Don Quixote", is South ever hating, and quite challenging to the reader, openly inviting them to find his stories not to be Exemplary. The expected irony and wit, along with deliberateness vagueness and tangents make for a pleasurable three pages. In general, all these stories centered around some core themes: concerns about preserving honor, avoiding a life of sin (religion in general plays heavily in almost all the stories), exploration of social class and the power of wealth, etcetera, with Cervante's signature magical realism, adventure writing, the occasional sonnet or poem, his humor and wit, and the placing identifiable, loveable characters in atypical settings and extraordinary circumstances. **** Spoilers **** Interestingly, a few of the most critically acclaimed stores in the collection are actually my least favorites. Here are the stories included in this collection of "Exemplary Stories" in order of my personal favorite to least favorite: The Little Gypsy Girl: Well written, funny. Seems more classic Cervantes, with humor, wit, a little magical realism, and tells is an adventure. Unconventional characters in an atypical situation; the characters are loveable, though, and readers find themselves invested in their aspirations. Reading about gypsy life, it at least Cervante's interpretation of it, was great fun. I personally loved the spunky personality of the Little Gypsy, Preciosa; her straightforwardness, the love for literature, the stubbornness that Carcome live with the gypsies for two years to make sure he can and is sure, before she will agree to marry him. Thus, it was ever so redeeming to read the fairytale ending in which she discovers she is a princess (at least noble birth). Wikipedia says: The story of a 15 year old gypsy girl named Preciosa, who is said to be talented, extremely beautiful, and wise beyond her years. Accompanied by her adoptive grandmother & other members of her gypsy family group, Preciosa travels to Madrid, where she meets a charming nobleman, named Juan de Carcome. Juan proposes to Preciosa, only to be challenged to spend two years as a member of Preciosa’s gypsy family group, under the alias of Andres Caballero. During these adventurous two years, much is learned by the main characters and of the main characters, resulting in an unexpected happy ending. The main themes of the story include the making & breaking of stereotypes, female power & freedom, the importance of word, and the so-called truth behind the mystery of gypsy life. Rinconete & Cortadillo: This was a great satirical look at the underground crime syndicate. The one portrayed here is run by an idiot and is modeled on a religious brotherhood; the members are sincerely convinced that their sins will be forgiven as long as they pay their respects to their Mothers and Marys. Riconete says as much to us in the end, laughing along with Cortadillo in regards to all the moral ignorance they have witnessed. The irony is obvious. The satire is on point. A hilarious read, with the right amount of subtlety. Cervantes ends the story vaguely by alluding to the idea that Riconete decided to stay, and that in his narrative of his subsequent adventures with Mondiopo and the "brotherhood" will serve as a warning to all. To my disappointment, this was never actually written. Cervantes would do that, play with his readers emotions purposefully. The Jealous Old Man From Extremadura: A Very Old Man, Felipo Carrizales, returns rich beyond his needs to his hometown, falls in love and marries Leonara, a far younger girl (a teenager to his 68 years; Lolita?), and does everything he can to protect this. He finds a brand new house and custom builds in two doors, never letting anyone inside the inner door, besides some servants he hires. A turnstile is installed, with revolving partitions for things like necessities and food can to be passed through without hand contact. He also buys friends for her. Essentially locks her in this house, giving her everything she wants except her freedom. Not knowing anything else, she is relatively happy. Unfortunately, a younger man, Loaysa, manages to enter and seduce Leonora by means of a very intricate plan involving sleep potions, befriending the black slave, insincere promises of guitar playing lessons, seduction with beautiful music and festivities. In the last pages of the book, Carrizales finds his wife asleep in bed with Loaysa, and instead of blaming them he blames himself. Ashamed at the way he treated Leonora he quietly retreats and dies, but not before asking for forgiveness, apologizing, and ensuring that everyone, Leonora's parents included, are taken care of after he dies from his pained heart. Afterwards, Leonora decides not to marry Loaysa and instead joins a convent. Loaysa in turn escapes to the new world. Obviously liked the redemption aspect, although there should have been more character development in Carrizales, which was more of a side character in the background once he was married. Aside from that, though, it was another adventure read, with much humor and a little intrigue as Loyosa conscientiously makes his way into the highly guarded establishment and way of life. It was now for this that I liked this one than the ending, which I did not care for. A little overdramatic and Shakespearean. The Glass Graduate: No real character development, pacing not right, anticlimactic. What I really liked about it was the creative concept Cervantes illustrates in which a man, Tomás, after studying law, is given a love potion and inadvertently poisoned by a shunned lover. After physically recovering, unfortunately, he is delusional, convinced that his whole body is composed entirely of glass. His unshakable belief, combined with Tomás' clever, memorable aphorisms in conversation with everyone he meets, make Tomás famous throughout Spain. There are many humorous things he says in response to anyone who asks, promises to answer all questions directed to him. Blunt, harsh, satirical, use of wordplay. When he eventually is cured, he returns to law, only to discover that no one can let him forget who he was and has no interest in anything new he had to say as a lucid man. If this story were only these last pages, and shorter, this probably would have been my favorite story. (The first 7 pages were nothing of any interest, telling about military travels and his small beginnings, the next 15 pages tell of after his delusion begins, the last 2 page explain the events after he is cured; like I said, the pacing.) Both one and five stars. Dialogue of the Dogs: Written in dialogue form, the two speakers being dogs. It was actually quite an irritating read overall, the excessive religion, the constant interruption from Scipio to try to get Berganza not to gossip. They spent practically one quarter of the time philosophizing about what they should not talk about and being worried about running out of time before this gift of speech was taken away from them. Far more religious pontificating than I wanted. Plus, it was a rather vague ending; I was disappointed not to get to read about Scipio's life story. I was more interested in his adventures, literally traveling from master to master and therefore occupation to occupation, guard dog to sheepdog to pet to show dog, which I savored while I could, before being overshadowed, yet again, with the focus on religion and sin, philosophy and vice. The idea that they were once humans was intriguing, but at the end of the day we are encouraged to hesitate before believing any of it. Another both one and five stars story. The Deceitful Marriage: Accompanies the next story (in the published chronological order), as the author of "Dialogue of the Dogs" tells, in this story, his story. Far shorter than the other stories in the collection, still a fun read. Short and simple. Essentially, it sucks when you are a con artist that is conned. You cannot really complain, but you really feel like you can. During his recovery from syphilis, lying on a hospital bed, he begins two listen in on two dogs talking next to him. Or maybe it is a lucid dream? He records what they say, the result being the next story. The Illustrious Kitchen Maid: This one was a little dull for me. Funny at times, but that was about it. Long, with nothing very memorable. Wikipedia summarizes: It tells the story of two wealthy young men who fall in love with a kitchen maid in Toledo. The story contains mistaken identities, ironic comments and genre traits of the picaresque novel and pastoral romance. The Power of Blood: I could not stand this because it condones rape. Here is the general plot: guy rapes girl, girl gives birth, guy's mother finds out the identity of girl's son (thus her grandson), arranges for her son the rapist to meet the rapee again, they fall in love, are married; fairytale wedding, supposedly. Despite the good writing, the proficient examination and play on class and power, there is no way I could ever truly like a story that grandson by making it a fairytale ending when the relationship started as a rape. ...more |
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This book is hilarious. A satire on the state of sexuality in this country, but also eerily accurate. Likewise, the stick figure, minimalist drawings
This book is hilarious. A satire on the state of sexuality in this country, but also eerily accurate. Likewise, the stick figure, minimalist drawings (sketches, really) garnered many laughs from me, for being downright silly but also made a lot of sense. While reading this book, there were numerous "I know exactly how that feels" and "How did they explain that conundrum/emotion/relationship/situation so well?" moments. I relished each of the ingenious "case histories", humorous examples of the sad state of affairs most of our sexual education and relations are in. Take a look at the glossary at the back of the book as a small sampling of the laughs you will receive. Plus, it is co-written by one of my favorite children's bookstore authors, E.B. White. Do I sound like an advertisement? Well, I feel this book deserves my free endorsement. The forward by Updike offers some helpful information, such as the fact that E.B. White penned all the even numbered chapters, the forward, "Answers to Hard Questions", & ""A Note on the Drawings in This Book". Thurber was responsible for the odd numbered ones, the glossary, the preface by the fictional "H. R. L. Let Boutellier, C.I.E.", & the drawings (White claims credit for collecting them from the trash every night, befriending the maids, and darkening the lines that Thurber made every so lightly). Definitely read the forward to the forward. Definitely definitely read each of the following chapters. Uber definitely look at the sketches. Superlatively definitely laugh as often as you feel. And I assure you that that will be often. One of the best things about this book is how well it has stood the test of time. The point is, not that much has changed since 1929. Men are still being stupid and naïve, women and men alike are still playing games that I find completely unnecessary for the most part; and, sadly, the chances of this changing in the next few centuries is quite unlikely by my count. We still cannot easily tell love from passion; the "feminine types" described are still valid (my favorite is the buttonhole twister, who "has a curious habit of insinuating a finger or, usually the little finger on the right hand, unless she be left handed, and to the lapel buttonhole of a gentleman and twisting it. Usually, she a man who is taller than herself and usually she gets him quite publicly, and parks, on street corners, and the like. Often, while twisting, she will place the toe of her right shoe on the ground, with the heel elevated, and will swing the heel slowly through an arch about 30 or 35 degrees, back and forth. She invariably goes in for negative statements during the course of her small writhings, such as it is not, I am not, I don't believe you do, and the like"); it seems actually even more true now than then that us children need to teach our parents about sex (especially the less traditional forms it takes these days, from swingers to LGBT to BDSM to special desires so strange one could never make it up); claustrophobia for the husband in a seemingly trapped marriage is still a valid concern, and the advice to explain guest towels to the husband in a non demeaning way seems like good advice; the "recessive knee" phenomenon still exists ("occasions arise sometimes when a girl presses her knee, ever so lightly, against any of the young man she was out with. It is not a hard push, you understand, rather the merest touch of knee to knee, light as the brush of a falling blossom against one's cheek, and as lovely" In the typical male, he will leave his knee there, maybe even apply counter pressure. In the frigid male, however, this causes the "recessive knee". Why? "I found that in 93% of all cases, the male was suspicious, and 4% he was ignorant, and in 3% he was tired. I have presented these figures to the American Medical Association and am awaiting a reply.) Some things in this book are simply there for laughs, so ridiculous they are; such as the story of the husband who leaves a basket under the hearth, awaiting the stork, or the wife who insists on her new husband to present the bluebirds in order for them to have children. This is presented as, supposedly, "one of the extremest cases of Birds and Flowers Fixation". I love how Thurber & White capitalize these fictitious disorders and phenomena, making it seem official. It was even more hilarious to read in E.B. White's forward how he had received letters from individuals that were actually convinced this book was expressing official scientific data, missing the satire idea altogether. Yes, with technology, some of this has changed (i.e. online dating and the extent to which the youngest can learn anything and everything they want regarding sex (and more) in mere seconds). At its core, though, this masterpiece of a book is still relevant, and anything that might not be it makes up for in pure laughs. I, personally, plan to regale it as a classic for decades to come. ...more |
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**spoiler alert** What would you do if you had the power to pause time? I have mixed feelings regarding this novel. My favorite thing was all the obse **spoiler alert** What would you do if you had the power to pause time? I have mixed feelings regarding this novel. My favorite thing was all the observant details, something I have come to expect from Nicholson Baker. My favorite of his is The Mezzanine, which takes place during the protagonist's lunch, the quintessential book about "nothing" ( by this I mean a book that seems to have no straightforward plot, yet manages to discuss and philosophizes on very relevant things). For example, Baker writes beautifully regarding his preference for glasses over contacts. It is these parts of the text; Baker's ability to create beauty from the banal and ordinary, that enamors me of his writing, despite other things I may not like about it. I liked holding one of them in an aqueous bread on the tip of my finger and admiring it's Saarinenesque upcurve, and when I fold it in half and rub its surface against itself to break up the protein deposits, I often remembered the satisfaction of making almost a Teflon fry pans. But though as a hobby they were rewarding, though I was as excited in opening the centrifugal spin cleaning machine I ordered for them as I would have been if I had bought an automatic bread Baker or a new kind of sexual utensil, they interfered with my appreciation of the world. I could see things to them, but I was not pleased to look at things. The bandwidth of my optical processors was being flooded with "there is an intruder on your eyeball" messages, so that a lot was simply not able to get through... At first, I thought it was worth losing the beauty of the world in order to look better to the world. I really was more handsome without glasses... The deciding moment really came when I spent the night with a woman who I think had sex with me sooner than she wanted to simply to distract me from noticing the fact that her contacts were bothering her. She hurried to the sex because the extreme intimacy, to her way of thinking, of appearing before me in her glasses was only possible after the last extreme intimacy of fucking me... I recognized The crucial importance of hinges to my pleasure in life. When I open my glasses in the morning before taking a shower and going to work, I am like an excited tourist who has risen from a hotel bed on the first day of a vacation: I have blown open a set of double French doors leading out onto a sunlit balcony with a view of the entire whatever- shipping corridor, bay, valley, parking lot. (How can people not like views over motel parking lots in the early morning? The new subtler car colors, the blue greens and warmer greys, and the sense that all those individuals are leveled in the democracy of sleep... make for one of the more inspiring visions that life can offer before nine o'clock.) "The Fermata", of course, does have a more substantial plot than "The Mezzanine". Quite an interesting one. Now, what is a Fermata? It is a music symbol, a notation indicating that the note should be prolonged beyond its normal duration. How does that relate to our story? (The full explanation with a l back story involving ex-girlfriend Rhody's infatuation with her music teacher begins on page 160) The narrator of our story, Arnold, for whatever reason, has been gifted the power to "pause" time. Think Adam Sandler in "Click". During this time, he can float and meander around the world however he pleases. He describes the rest of the world as being in gel-like suspension. "The Fermata" is the name our protagonist has given this memoir we are reading, which he has been writing during "paused time". For the past year, he has been spending one day on real time to every 24 hours where the rest of the world is paused and he can do whatever wants. During this time away from time, he ages twice as fast, of course, but the draw of The Fermata (also known as The Fold, among a number of other words he has created, the lingo of his time pausing) outweighs any side effects of his time manipulation. In all, he has spent an estimated two years in The Fermata, making him 37 years old, though on paper he is only 35. Now, what would you do if you had these powers? Murders, robberies, vigilante fun, good Samaritan deeds, revenge? All these would come to mind immediately. I found some of the ideas suggested by other characters quite creative. (Hypothetically, of course, for Strine does not actually tell but one person what he in his free time.) Rhody, his ex girlfriend, has this idea to pause time and stick a post-it note inconspicuously on her bosses' back everyone he says one of his annoying catchphrases. In this way, she would feel better about her day, but he might not even notice. Genius. Our protagonist wants none of this. He wants, instead, to fulfill his sexual fantasies. But in a very specific way. He is a voyuer of the highest class. His most favorite entertainment The Fermata is to undress women. Carefully, though. He has morals, you see. He would never fluster anyone, would not want anyone to be confused once he restarted time. He tells us that fear is his least favorite emotion; he wants to be responsible for creating as little of it as possible. He documents exactly how they are before he paused time so that he can put things back exactly the way they were. When he needs anything, he leaves cash and a note (As if this will not serve to scare anyone; it is interesting how his "morals" apply specifically to women and his sexual exploits.) "I am less suave with a woman when I have not had a preview of her breasts", he tells readers. This is all we need to know to understand how enabled Strine has become, how much of a slave he is to the abilities he has to violate the privacy of women everywhere. The mention of the hypothetical situation of The Fermata and what he would do with those powers to his ex girlfriend Rhody is what ended their relationship. Then again, he probably never would have been with her in the first place were it not for his powers. He first "seduced" her during septate Thai dinners, by pausing time, finding out what she was reading, seeing her handwritten note that she thought guys removing their watches was erotic, and acting accordingly. Yes, of course he used his powers to run into her at the right bookstore section, and very slowly would remove his watch, teasingly. Likewise, his next significant relationship, with Joyce, began only because he found confidence by undressing her first. How sad to know your significant relationships, even the most significant ones, began under this guise. To further entertain himself, he mixes it up. Sometimes he merely removes the bra and plays with it, other times he undress then completely. His endeavors become more and more elaborate, maybe ingenious; although impressive, one wishes he would use this intelligence and originality for more positive and utilitarian exploits. Some of my favorite shenanigans: 1. "Moving Psi Squares"; with time paused, he arranges tiny one-inch squares cut from: 1. Pink and black construction paper, 2. Noteworthy faces from fashion magazines, & 3. A flyer from a distributor of porn films, in front of a woman in the Boston Library. He turns time "on" for a fraction of a second, randomizes the squares again. Repeat several times. Very tedious, yes, but I find the psychology here fascinating, for of course it subtly arouses her, but the fractions of time are so minute that she has no idea why. 2. He writes a couple erotica novellas/stories that he plants near a woman in order to watch her reaction as she reads erotic fiction that he wrote. Of course, when he sees her becoming aroused, he follows her home to watch her masturbate. As a side note, this was the part of the book where it becomes straight pornography, these books within the book. The erotic fiction Strine wrote centered around Marian, a divorced middle aged woman whom resorts to ordering a panoply of dildos. She uses these first alone; then with the UPS Delivery Man in his truck, having him navigate the roads purposefully roughly to accentuate her masturbation; then with the teenage boy she hired to help with her gardening and his outspoken girlfriend. In this latter situation, she is out in her yard, a huge dildo inserted- not in her vagina but the reverse- when they come to visit. She is highly aroused by telling them all about it, and they end up having an intense threesome. 3. Strine says he rarely watches others having sex, but admits to doing so when Rhody leaves him for another man. He goes so far as to violate his personal code by pausing time, inserting his penis into Rhody where the other man's previously was. When he puts things back and restarts time, the man is of course flaccid, and very confused, not to mention offending Rhody. 4. The only time he does pure bad: After he is mugged, he ties several guys' penises together and onto a pole. One second there are getting away with his wallet, the next they find themselves publicly exposed and in pain. During "regular time", Strine is a temporary employee at a Boston Bank. He works as a rather mundane typist. He admits to us that he is working below his qualifications, but with his inability to stay away from The Fermata, his time a energies so focused on his next sexual adventure, he could not care less what he does in real time. Like all addictions, his life would become suddenly empty without it. He sees this whenever his powers temporarily disappear. Throughout the years, he has had to find different ways to "engage" The Fermata, including a transformer (the original method used, in the fourth grade, used to undress his fourth grade teacher and to draw on her with blue chalk), a pen, lifting his glasses, a playing of piano keys. Joyce, a co-worker of his is the first person Strine confides in, and although at first understandably upset when she finds out he had already undressed her and investigated her apartment without her knowledge, she not only accepts but fully embraces his powers. Strine comes up with the idea to "trick" The Fermata by engaging his switch (his glasses at this point in time) while they are having sex, his penis deep inside of her, convincing the powers that be that they are the same person. It works. Then, he inadvertently transfers all his fermational powers to her. Apparently, it was transferred through the use of his Penis Vaccuum & Goddess Athena vibrator. He feels assured that his powers will eventually return to him, but it is a nice ending in that we see he is functioning alright with real life love versus the guise of what he had been doing for years in The Fermata. She, of course, is having her share of the fun and novelty of it. I could do without some of the overtly sexual things (I am personally not an erotica reader), but loved the idea of the novel, Baker's ability to create beauty from the ordinary, and the originality of his concepts, abstract yet always making readers think, long after the last page is turned. I do not think that loneliness is necessarily a bad condition. I like the heroes or heroines of books I read to be living alone, and feeling lonely, because reading is itself a state of artificially enhanced loneliness. Loneliness makes you consider other people's lives, makes you more polite to those you deal with a passing, dampens irony and cynicism....more |
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**spoiler alert** Nothing short of amazing. Alan Lightman really shows his expertise in the fields of physics and the philosophy of science, but also **spoiler alert** Nothing short of amazing. Alan Lightman really shows his expertise in the fields of physics and the philosophy of science, but also psychology as well as the social sciences. He writes like a poet. More specifically, his descriptions read like poetry. It evokes emotions and paints such palpable images. A man's seemingly ordinary contemplation as he waits for a customer to arrive easily becomes twenty pages of un-putdownable picturesque prose from Lightman. He uses his writing to evoke emotions and present an event/feeling/situation without ever actually mentioning that event/feeling/situation. This is something all good writers do, a higher level of the most necessary "show rather than tell". But Alan Lightman does it with a rarely found elegance. Furthermore, he has an incredible insight into the human psyche; but more importantly the ability to convert those insights into readable words; vignettes that force readers to think; that possess philosophical questions from angled not previously considered. Add to this his scholarship in astronomy, astrophysics, humanities, philosophy of science, and physics (he is currently Professor of the Practice of the Humanities at Massachusetts Institute of Technology), and you have this prolific writer with a very unique talent of bridging the gap between the hard and soft sciences. No wonder his books are a success. "Einstein's Dreams" consists of various scenarios, many of which are not fantastical at all. They are, on the surface, theoretical. However, further research shows that they might very well be based on reality- depending on your belief and understanding of quantum physics, philosophy, and relativity. Many of the scenarios are similar, many are the same stated differently. I have marked my favorites; the most fascinating; the ones that made me think the most, whether it be a good or bad possibility. The book actually begins with Einstein preparing to turn in his theory of time at the patent office where he works in 1905. Each of these scenarios are actually written with dates; each is a dream Einstein has. There are five chapters in which Lightman writes a little anecdote or vignette featuring Einstein, the prologue, three interludes, and an epilogue. The interludes are accompanied by an illustration; however minimal (three total), I have always been partial to illustrations in adult novels. They are fun stories, illustrating how overworked Einstein was, how his friend wonders why he ever got married in the first place, seeing how little attention he pays to her, married to his research. In the epilogue, he completes his theory of time. >>>> Prologue Time is like a flow of water, occasionally displaced; people that are sent back in time hide in the shadows, afraid to be responsible for changing history; such individuals from the future can be found in every village and every town, they are left alone and pitied. **** At every point of decision, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people but with different dates for those people; in time there are an infinity of worlds. Some make light of this isn't, arguing that all possible decisions will a car, so how could one be responsible for his actions? **** In this world, there are two times. Mechanical and Body. The first is unyielding, predetermined, the latter makes up its mind as it goes along. One decides how to live their lives according to this. The former is always watching the dial; they look at their watched to tell them when it is time to eat, when to have sex; the body is a machine, a thing to be ordered, not obeyed. The latter laughs at the notion, for they know that time is inconsistent, rushing forward when they are with loved ones, but slowing down when they are taking their child to the emergency room. Thus, they listen to their moods and desires. **** Everyone lives in the mountains here because at some time in the past scientist discovered that time flows more slowly the further from the center of the Earth. Life is run high above and everyone most avoid venturing down. No sitting. Height is status. Time is absolute here. A world in which time is absolute is a world of consolation. For a while the movements of individuals are unpredictable, the movement of time is predictable. Cause and effect are erratic. The two can be mixed, or unrelated. It is a world of sincerity, as everything only has one meaning, for the present. Living in the moment. In this world, time does pass, but little happens. As little happens from year to year, little happens from month to month, day today. If time and the passage of events are the same, then time barely moves at all. If time and events are not the same, then it is only people who barely move. If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person hold ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly. >>>> Interlude **** The date for the end of the world is known as fact. Everything shuts down beginning a year before the date This results in a liberation and bliss, for if the end is inevitable, why not celebrate and love? In the last second, everyone is together in harmony. Different towns are stuck in different periods of time. The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone, for a life in the past cannot be shared with the present. Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone. The passage of time equates to increasing order. People have fun with abandon, knowing that time will restore order. Lipsticks and brushes and letters may be tough and the purses with the satisfaction that they will sort themselves out automatically. Gardens may never be tended, desks become neat by the end of the day. **** Time stands still. As a traveler approaches this place from any direction, he moves more and more slowly. Who would make this program is to the center of time? Parents with children, and lovers. Pure happiness occurs as children are forever young and love lasts forever. Sadly, as one returns to the outer world, children grow rapidly, forget the centuries long embrace from their parents, and lovers return to find their friends long gone. Would you rather have an eternity of contentment, even if that eternity were fixed and frozen? **** No time. Only images. I want to copy this entire chapter, which was beautifully written. Pages 57 to 60. A short excerpt: "A young boy sitting in an empty auditorium, his heart racing as if he were on stage. Footprints in snow on a winter island. A leaf on the ground in Autumn, red and gold and brown, delicate. A stall of peppers on Marktgasse, the yellow and green and red. A woman lying on her couch with wet hair, holding the hand of a man she will never see again. A train with red cars, on a great bridge, with graceful arches, the river underneath, tiny dots that are houses in the distance. blue Shadows of trees in a full moon. Roses cut and adrift on the river beneath the bridge, with a chateau rising. Red hair of a lover, wild, mysterious, promising. The purple petals of an iris, held by a young woman. The first kiss. Planets caught in space, oceans, silent. A yellow brush." There are no memories. When it is time to return to the families at the end of the day, each person consults his address book to learn where he lives. With time, each person's Book of Life thickens until it cannot be read in its entirety. The elderly might read the early pages, to know themselves when they were young, or they may read the end to know themselves in later years. Others have decided not to read at all. They have decided that it matters if you are a good or bad, richer or poorer, educated or uneducated, for no one will remember. They look you in the eye. Time flows unevenly; individuals receive occasional glimpses of the future. Few risks are taken. Those who have seen the future do not need to take risks, and those who have not yet seem to be sure to wait for their vision without taking risks. All is in motion. Time is slower for those in motion. Time is money. Thus, like the scenario in which height equates to status, the faster and more one moves, the better. Unfortunately, seeing others equals seeing the other gain time. So no more looking at others? >>>> Interlude Time moves backward. A couple waits for the infatuation honeymoon period while they deal with divorce. At a funeral, one gladly waits for the good times. **** Everyone only lives one day. One will only ever see one season. By the end of the day, one is already alone. Parents have died by noon, friends have moved. Life is divided, unknown with no witnesses. Time is a sense, dependent on the prior history of the seer. Does time really exist outside perception? Who can say if an event happens with or without cause, in the past or the future, or happened at all? ****Immortality. There are The Laters and The Nows. With all the time in the world, would you procrastinate or would you as a result feel you need to do even more? Some commit suicide. I found it nice that They were given this option at all. True immortality, in my opinion, would come with the cost of the inability to die. And I would choose mortality over immortality. I believe we cannot truly appreciate the light without the darkness to understand the difference. Time is a quality, not quantity. It cannot be measured. There are no clocks, calendars, definite appointments. Events occur in accordance and in relation to other events. One will see a woman waiting at an intersection for who knows how long for her lover. The is no future. It is not possible to imagine the future. Each kiss is the last kiss, each laugh the last laugh. One cannot imagine consequences. Some are paralyzed by fear, others the opposite. One sits at a café, marveling at how the world ends in rain, since every moment is the end. He is not waiting for the rain to end, because waiting does not exist. Twenty minutes later, he Marvel's at how the world ends in sunlight. **** Time is a visible dimension. I guess this is omniscient time travel. One can look one way a see marriages, divorces; the other, children, deaths. One may choose to enter different time dimensions. I would find this highly torturous. One could step into the uncertainty of the future or stay stable, but once you see your future, everything changes. One might get lost in time, wonder at what you lost. Time is intermittent. At restarts of time, the pieces can sometimes not fit together perfectly. For example, a couple meet. In the middle of their conversation, time is restarted, unbeknownst to either. He reads something on her face that makes him think she is no longer in love with him, ending things forever. >>>> Interlude **** The Temple of Time. Only one Great Clock in the world, which people pilgrimage to from all over to pay their respects. This is basically about how we can be a slave to time; that we want it but we hate the power it has over our lives at the same time. At any given time, thousands are in queue; they stand secretly hating, for "They must watch measured that which should not be measured. They have been trapped their own inventiveness and audacity. And they must pay with their lives." Time is a local phenomenon. Different location, different speed. The time it takes to fall in love in one place could equate to one second in another. One drop of water, a girl becomes a woman. Thus results in much variety. Isolation. Would you want to travel to another time zone? This scenario is similar to the one where time stands still in one place. **** Time is predetermined; there is no freedom of choice. Therefore, is there no right or wrong? No person is responsible for their actions. Everyone is merely a spectator. I wonder, how would I feel in this world? On the one hand, I feel I would hate it. On the other, maybe I would feel at least a little good, relieved, literally, of the burden of choice? Countless copies. One feels all the others like him. Which reputation is his own, his true identity, his future? Should he leave his wife? What comfort has he given him? His thoughts loop back. Should he leave his wife? Confusion. A shifting past. How would we know what the true past is; why would we care if it could randomly change? One can trap time, which is a nightingale. This is difficult to do, a rare occurrence. When one does, the catchers delight in the moment now frozen; they savor the precise placement of family and friends and facial expressions, but soon discover that the nightingale expires. Essentially, the ability to freeze time. >>>> Epilogue Since this was so similar to Italo Calvino's "Invisible Cities", but I actually liked this far more, I think it is noteworthy to share more praise I had for Alan Lightman's after reading both: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show... ...more |
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I have been a long time fan of the website and was fascinated to discover that Foer, author of "Moonwalking With Einstein", was responsible for it. Li
I have been a long time fan of the website and was fascinated to discover that Foer, author of "Moonwalking With Einstein", was responsible for it. Like I loved that book, this one was a pleasure. A definite must for any fan of novel adventures, roadside attractions, and random amazingness. The full color illustrations were awesome. The only negative? How I hate to read about all the places I will never be able to actually experience. Or is it have yet to experience? Alas, one can dream. ...more |
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**spoiler alert** Intense. Suspensful. Terrifying. A tragic story that is painful to read at times. Yet, Chigozie Obioma's debut, "The Fishermen" is a **spoiler alert** Intense. Suspensful. Terrifying. A tragic story that is painful to read at times. Yet, Chigozie Obioma's debut, "The Fishermen" is a stunning, touching novel that is worth it all. The real tragedy is that this is his only work to date. Nothing short of phenomenal. I found my mind replaying and rethinking scenes for days after I turned the last page. It has been quite some time since a novel has made such an impression on me. If you are looking for a fun read, look elsewhere. This is a dark novel, with very little humor or optimism. The most positive aspect is what the protagonist takes away from it all, despite the tragedy- his integrity. Ben narrates as an adult now, years later. In the last pages, we see that this entire novel are actually his defense and testament to the court. His attempt to make proud by his father, who minutes ago had told him, "You will go there like the man I have change it to be. You will go like the man you were when you took up arms to avenge your brothers. You will tell them how it all happened, you will say it all like the man I brought you up to be, menacing... Like the fishermen you once were." From "The Guardian":
Yes, this book reads like a myth. It was interesting to me that "The Guardian" mentions the Aristotle Tragedy, since I was actually reminded of the Shakespearean tragedy. I researched this and learned something new! Obviously, "The Guardian" knew what it was saying and I was wrong; "The Fishermen" followed the Aristotelian route- a single, central plot, there was unfortunately no comic relief throughout like Shakespeare liked to add, Ben does not face a tragic death himself (although he faces the death of all three of his brothers, the institutionalization of his mother, and his own imprisonment), but he does come of age and learn from all of this. He holds true to his beliefs and ensures his integrity by letting Boja run away while he returns to his family to face the consequences for what he did. (More on the two types of tragedies: http://pediaa.com/difference-between-... ) Take note that this book is quite graphic in its violence and raw honesty. Obioma does not mince his words or spare details in his descriptions. I had to put the book down at various times because of the darkness imbued. Superstition and prophecy are prominent throughout the novel, especially with the boys' mother, whom is institutionalized after the death of two of her four sons. The entire story, everything that happens, is a direct result of Abulu's prophecy, his graphic premonition that Ikenna, "You will die bound like a bird... Mute... Ikenna, you shall lift your hands to grasp air, but you will not be able to, Ikenna, you will swim in a river of red, never to rise from it again... " Most importantly, the final part of his prophecy is muddled by outside sound and Ikenna actually never directly hears them. When he asks his brothers any then knows what Abulu said at the end, it is Boja who admits it was that Ikenna would be "killed by a fisherman". And on those few words, the lives of the Agwu family change forever. The fear and hatred in Ikenna appears almost immediately, Abulu's prophecies taken as fact in their Nigerian community. Although there are moments where it seems like his brothers and mother might be able to recover the old Ikenna, he has become obstinate and difficult, disrespecting his mother for the first time in his life, physically abusing his brothers, locking Boja out of the room they share, completely ignoring Obembe and Ben, running away at all hours of the night, only to return with little regard for the worry he has caused their mother. His father is held over him as a threat, but he can do little from so many miles away, having moved cities for work. His mother, left alone to take care of her family of six children, is at her wits end. With a sadly predictable domino effect, each of the brothers fall. Boja is finally forced into a physical altercation by I can know who will not relent. He eventually stabs Ikenna in the kitchen, overturning a vestibule of reddish palm oil in the process. He lies in this puddle, lifeless. As prophesized, "Never to rise again." Although at first thought to have run away, Boja is soon found by Obembe, in their backyard well. Long gone, lifeless, suicide. For this reason, his parents do not have a formal funeral, since they were "warned strictly by clansmen and relatives that Boja should not be buried. It was sacrilege to Ani, goddess of the earth, for a person who committed suicide or fratricide to be interred in the earth." Soon thereafter, Obembe begins plotting revenge, drawing crude sketches is a notebook for a multitude of methods for murdering Abulu. He takes down Ben with him, convincing him Abulu is to blame for everything and that he is not living up to his family name, even neglecting his dead brothers, but not following his lead. Planter made for the boys to move to Canada, to begin their lives anew, yet Obembe refuses to go until he takes his revenge. They murder Abulu. Stabbing him with fishermen hooks. Many times. Obembe runs away in the aftermath, when they know they have been caught. Ben begins to go with him, but it is his father's words that ultimately make him turn around. Only days before he had told them, " henceforth, before you do anything, I think first of her [your mother], of what it might do to her, and then make your decision." Ombembe apparently finds a woman to take care of him, with hints of him returning to their lives years later, when Ben has finished his sentence of eight years (six with early release). Their parents often talk to them in idioms as this is the Igbo way. Ben has always been interested in animals (he wanted to be a veterinarian before his father decided he should be a professor) and compared each of his family members to animals- his father an eagle overlooking his flock; Ikenna a python, mercurial and constantly on the prowl; Obembe a search for, discovering things their parents tried to keep hidden; Abulu a leviathan, not easily killed; him and his older brothers all roosters, who wake people up but are to be slain for their services; his youngest brother and sister, David and Nkem, are egrets, the new white birds that appear in flux after storm, their lives unscathed. In this way, Obioma's writing is filled with figurative language, similes, metaphors, personification, hyperboles. But unlike many others who I feel overuse such techniques, Obioma does so masterfully. For example, "the dawn, like a broom, swept the remains of the festival - the peace that came with it, the relief and even the unfeigned love - like confetti scattered on the floor after the end of a party." result is an engaging, transporting reading experience, the words painting pictures in the mind's eye. There are also intelligent insights into our emotional states as individuals, the examination that even the best of us can do the worst, when letting our emotions get the better of us. "I have now come to know that what one believes often becomes permanent, and what becomes permanent can be unchangeable." Yes. And in that way, maybe this was all avoidable, a self-fulfilling prophecy? We will never know for sure, but it was Ikenna's conviction that what Abulu predicted, but had yet to happen, was fate, fact, inevitable. In the end, though, it was his actions that made this so. Above all, this story is about two things: Fear and Brotherhood. The fear in Ikenna, fear of his death, fear in Obembe for not honoring his brothers by avenging their deaths, fear in their parents as they tried to love them as they knew best, fear in everyone of Abulu. As for Ben and his brothers, "When Ikenna and Boja died, I felt like a fabric awning that has always sheltered me was torn off from over my head, but when Obembe ran away, I fell from space... I have never lived without my brothers. I had grown up watching them while I merely followed their lead, living a version of their early lives. I had never done anything without them, especially without Obembe, having absorbed much wisdom from the older two and distilled broader knowledge through books, had left me totally dependent... Even after Ikenna and Boja died, I had lived on as if I unaffected because Obembe had closed in on their absence, preferring answers to my questions. But he was now gone, leaving me at the threshold of a door I shuddered to enter. Not that I was scared to think or live for myself, I did not know how, had not prepared for it." Read it. You will turn the last page better for it. ...more |
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This is a book of duality, of oxymorons, of opposites, of wit and fun. "In one version, EYES precedes CAMERA. In the other, CAMERA precedes EYES. The s This is a book of duality, of oxymorons, of opposites, of wit and fun. "In one version, EYES precedes CAMERA. In the other, CAMERA precedes EYES. The stories are exactly the same in both versions, just in a different order. Eyes, camera. Camera, eyes. The choice is yours." Oh, I cannot resist a clever book. How to Be Both consists of two parts, one set in the present day, concerning George, a teenage girl whose mother has died suddenly, the other imagining a life for the 15th-century Italian fresco painter Francesco del Cossa, of whose actual biography little is known. But here's the twist: the novel exists in two editions, one with George's story first, the other with del Cossa's. Each narrative contains references to the other, but they can be read separately, and in either order. George has a boy's name but is a girl whose sexuality is only just being explored; Francesco is born a girl but binds her chest and lives as a man. When Francesco is taken to a brothel by a male friend, the artist declines to sleep with the prostitute but draws her instead. When, centuries later, George and her mother study del Cossa's frescoes they cannot tell who is male and who is female. In the end, they decide it doesn't matter. And when Francesco sees George for the first time, she assumes George is a boy, only to discover later that she had been mistaken. I read George's story first. For me, this was no doubt the right way. How do I know? Well, a few months ago, in the library, I started the other version and quickly lost interest. This is due to the language and voice it is written in; it begins with a long poem (one of which I had a difficult time interpreting) and the rest of his narrative if peppered with fragmented, poetic like passages. Del Cossa uses an almost stream of consciousness voice, suddenly reminiscing about the past with little segue, and speaking about things that made little sense at times, let alone without the context George's story. The second time around, I began with George's story and was drawn into her little world. By the time I reached del Cossa's part, I was enabled and looking forward to finding it more about this mysterious painter George and her mother had so admired; whose paintings George had spent many hours day after day visiting, and several pages describing (del Cossa, in his story, is a sort of in-between ghost, able to watch George watching his paintings. He also observes her adventures with her brother, her mourning father, and H. In this way, George's story continues. Another reason I liked the order I read it.) There is also a lot of humor in this book. George's school counselor is Mrs. Rock. Yes, like a rock. Del Cossa has fun with one of his best friends sitting on a wall. George and H write lyrics to a DNA Song for school ("Supercoil can be both / Yeah/ Positive and Negative"; on page 83). When he finds out that Borso refuses to pay him more, he leaves his palace, but not until he repainted a few things. Borse "giving out justice" now had an empty hand and was looking away He erased the first four letter of the word "Justice". It now read "Ice". Fun facts are included, along the lines of wordplay. George is a pendant, and a good one at that. She corrects her brother and father, even her late mother with grammatical errors so fastidious I had to reread what had been said. Apparently, mystery originally meant a closing of the mouth or eyes, as in agreement to not discuss something. Now we live in a time and culture where mystery is unacceptable. The need to solve automatically follows. Maybe some things are better left unsolved, unexplained? As Einstein says, "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." The characters are easy to adore. I loved George's character. Maybe because she reminds me a little of me. Vivacious, outspoken, strong, and resilient. She listens to a song and dances in memory of her mother everyday. She insists on watching a porn video everyday in honor of the girl who she sees as a victim and wants to be at least one person who watches her in empathy. She falls in love with H and discovers her sexuality. She visits this woman whom her mother suspects was following her, Lisa Goliard, begins drawing her daily, and eventually makes an art piece out of it. We find out that she has made some of these things up in her mourning process, but her admission to Mrs. Rock only illustrates her perseverance. Del Cossa was quite the character as well. A true to life one. Here are his real life words to the Duke Borso: Begging to recall to your highness, that I am Francesco del Cossa, who made those three fields towards the antechamber entirely by my self: so if you, your Highness really don’t want to give me more than 10 bolognini [pennies] per square foot, I’d be losing 40 or 50 ducats…..I’ve got a name these days, and this payment leaves me on a par with the saddest apprentice in Ferrara…and I’ve studied, I study all the time, and I’ve used gold and good colours at my own expense…and done the whole thing in fresco, which is really advanced work…This forwardness was quite rare in those days. It took courage. As I have come to expect from Ali Smith, LGBT issues are explored. George's love interest, H, is another girl and we watch her essentially discover her sexuality. Del Cossa, in Ali Smith's version, dresses as a guy to increase (or make possible) his chances for work, but is in fact a girl. When the Duke Borse finds out, he believes del Cossa to be gay and refuses to pay him his worth. Del Cossa also discovers the things he can feel sexually in a brothel his friend takes him to. (One of the girls finds out "he" has no manly device and word spreads.) Sometimes with the girls, he paints them rather than does anything with them and they pay him in kind. There is a significant amount of exploration of the fine art world, aside from del Cossa, as George's late mother was a "Subvert", meaning she was infamous for being one of the pioneers in the movement to insert subliminal messages in media about politics regarding the inequality in the art world. My favorite quote comes from George's mother: ..."Art makes nothing happen in a way that makes something happen." Another thing that would great compliment any readers experience is the real life visual of the paintings discussed. Here is the "egg on poplar" Saint Vincent Ferrer in "Room 55": https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/se... This article discusses the cover, Saint Lucy and her flower of weeping eyes, references both George and Del Cossa several times: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.laby... More: http://www.nga.gov/content/ngaweb/Col... This is a gorgeous excerpt from the Palazzo Schifanoia mural that del Cossa contributed to but asked for more from the Duke for his work because he knew he deserved it. His letter requesting this is one of the only things were know about him. The name of the palace derives from the motto 'schivar la noia' meaning 'avoid tedium' and refers to the building's function as a place for fun and recreation as it was an Estense ‘Delizia’ (palace for recreation) https://www.google.com/amp/s/streetso... [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] ...more |
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"After the accident, I became less visible. I don't mean in the obvious sense that I went to fewer parties and retreated from general view. Or not jus
"After the accident, I became less visible. I don't mean in the obvious sense that I went to fewer parties and retreated from general view. Or not just that. I mean that after the accident, I became more difficult to see." Where to begin. I read Egan's Pulitzer Prize winning book and was not impressed at all. Having decided to give her a second chance, I could not be more satisfied with my decision. This book is all about identity. But that statement seems quite over-simplified, given the number of approaches she took in exploring this concept, this idea, this theory. If I were a psychology professor instructing a class on identity, this would- unavoidably- be on the syllabus. There are a few different storylines that Egan took in this novel, running parallel at times. Interwoven and converging, coming together for an almost artistically beautiful ending. The first tells the story of our main protagonist, Charlotte Swenson. Having survived a near deadly car crash, the start of the novel finds her in recovery from a face reconstructive surgery. This takes on special meaning when we find out that she is a model with relative success living in New York, having returned to her small hometown in Illinois in the interim. Having all her childhood longed to escape, nothing had changed. She cannot wait to return to New York to her modeling career, which, when she is honest with herself, has already been over for some time. Her new face actually provides her with the possibility of reviving this career, as nobody really recognizes her. Amusingly, Charlotte is convinced she can see others' "shadow selves"; the true then. She is, of course, wrong much of the time. The way Egan writes somehow creates this aura of a fractured identity as we read about this stereotypical model, as she falls into alcoholism to support her loss of career. There are confusing dips into unreality, sttaddling multiple identities, but in an invigorating, stimulating way. As a child, Charlotte had a best friend named Ellen. During her visits home, she happens to run into Ellen's daughter, who (interestingly) she named Charlotte. This is our parallel story. Both Charlotte's stories involve self-esteem, identity, and growing up; discovering who they are who they possibly want to be. For young Charlotte, this is the first time. For older Charlotte, a second chance. Both women are aided by characters with their own set of complex stories. Both women have an atypical love interest that challenges their psychological situations. And when all their stories converge, it is a removal of masks at the conclusion of a masquerade party. What makes this novel especially poetic and effecting is the way in which each of the characters are aware- to varying degrees, and dependent on their varying degrees of denial- of how fake their worlds are, how malleable their identities, how futile their efforts. Painfully so. Charlotte, in her quest to love who she is, rediscover herself beneath the artificiality. Irene, in her struggle to be genuine a world that insists otherwise. Anthony, in his endeavor to escape- emotionally, mentally, physically, metaphysically. Moose, in his desperation to unburden himself of his knowledge, having at least found someone he believes worthy of it- yet always hyper aware of his minute importance in the scheme of the universe. Young Charlotte, in her aloneness as she tries to find her way in the world. Aziz/Z/Michael West as a secretive teacher that despairingly finds out that he does not have what it takes to be who he thought he wanted to be. Read it. You will not regret it. **** Spoilers **** I love the diversity of characters here. Charlotte Swenson's career is, indeed, revived, but by means far different than expected. She walks away from her last chance at repositioning herself with a modeling career in a mesmerizing scene with a new name in New York: Spiro. Very avant-garde, his "thing" is cutting his models with razors to produce real blood. It supposedly heals soon enough and is therefore worth it to be featured in such authentic, intense, photographs in Italian Vogue. When she finds out, her suggestion to use fake blood is seen as blasphemy. ‘Fake is fake,’ Spiro said dismissively. ‘I’m trying to get at some kind of truth, here, in this phony, sick, ludicrous world. Something pure. Releasing blood is a sacrifice. It’s the most real thing there is.'” She becomes depressed and turns to alcohol. Even about this, Egan writes with such efficacy. "After eight years in the same one bedroom apartment, I was suddenly finding it crowded beyond capacity. There was me. That was my unrecognizable face. And there was someone else. It was Despair. Unlike the numerous other visitors I had entertained over the years, Despair lacked an outline, or, for that matter, any distinct shape. I couldn't even see it. But when I unlocked my door after returning and stepped inside my apartment, I felt it pull the life out of me... I waited for Despair to leave. But it didn't leave. It leaned against me, pushing at me from above and below with a drawling, mountainous weight. 'When did you arrive?' I asked it. 'To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? How long do you intend to stay?' But Despair did not have to answer to anyone. When the phone rang, my new companion leaned on the receiver so that I could hardly lift it from its cradle... " Charlotte, instead, finds herself selling her story to a new venture called "Ordinary People™". As one of the inaugural members, she is "Extraordinary" (along with a homeless guy, native tribesman, etcetera). They leave cameras in their residences, write daily diary entries for the world to read. (As a side note, Egan eerily predicted our recent era of love for reality television. When this was first written, The Real World was only mildly popular. The website "Ordinary People™" is portrayed as a satire, as a ridiculous idea which would be beyond hilarious to succeed. The laugh is on us. It did come true, only a few years later.) A look, of course, at how our culture exploits th these individuals gladly seeing invasion of privacy as fame and fortune, publicity and status. We also have Moose, Ellen's older brother and young Charlotte's uncle. Following an epiphany of sorts on the side of the highway (He sees the end of the universe? The beginning?), he changes from a popular high school football player to a professor obsessed with his hometown Rockford, Illinois's industrial past. With young Charlotte studying under him, this is some interesting historical information the reader is given the chance to learn. Who he is after this change, how his neighbors perceive him, are all aspects examined. The transformation of Rockford from an important industrial city to another Midwest town reflects the modernization of our world and parallels the emotional progress of our characters. We have Anthony Halliday, a detective looking for "Z". Charlotte falls in love with him, they support each other, both being recovering alcoholics. Sorta an elusive, mysterious character. Serves as Charlotte's love interest, but, as noted, she is not really in the place have a real relationship. Irene Maitlock is a college professor that is shocked by her ability to deceive others. Feeling forced to become Charlotte's ghost writer (her Maestro husband has fallen on hard times), she is another character that adds intrigue. She remains by Charlotte's side until the well-orchestrated finale. They become closer, but never actually close. It seems to me that Charlotte has a built in wall with her new identity that would never allow her to be real. Young Charlotte is not a very pretty girl She not only knows this, but defines herself by it. She is shunned by many of her friends because of her ambivalence and shyness. She closes herself off from them, is not sure what she wants sexually, ignores then to work with her tropical fish and meet with her Uncle Moose. When she does decide, it is to pursue a relationship with her mysterious arithmetics teacher, Michael West. An older man, clearly has secrets, she makes adamant decision to have sex with him, feels like she falls in love with him, practically throws herself at him, always being the one to initiate their encounters, riding over to his place in the middle of the night- that is how she's meet him for the first time, and how she met him the last time, before he disappeared into thin air. That would be because he is a terrorist. A trained terrorist, he actually was once older Charlotte Swenson's lover, known to her as "Z". He is another great character. He nurtures his anger, trying to build himself up, reading himself to blow up this country. And then he finds out he does not have it in him: "There was that terror, raw, wild. A panic whose shadow he had sensed flickering near him these past months was on him, now, at last. He began to run across the field... They had won, stamped out his anger and filled his head with this poison. They had erased his real thoughts and replace them with a plan to go to Los Angeles and make films- change plots for plots! Spread the word even further... They had won! Running, he tripped, fell sprawling among short green stalks and lay there whole minutes, heart to the soil. Then he turned his head to look at the moon, cooler now, white, the precious moon. 'Listen to it,' he whispered. 'They are controlling my thoughts!' But in English, always in English. He thought in English, dreams in English. The other languages were gone, his past was gone, and so was his rage, it had vanished with the conspiracy. Because there was no conspiracy - no them in this nation of believers. Only us... He climbed back over the fence... In the distance he made out his car, parked where he had left it... He wasn't lost. He was home." ...more |
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**spoiler alert** Naming "Fifty Shades of Grey" in comparison to "Hausfrau" is an insult (A certain book cover edition TIME, apparently). Oprah's endo
**spoiler alert** Naming "Fifty Shades of Grey" in comparison to "Hausfrau" is an insult (A certain book cover edition TIME, apparently). Oprah's endorsement yet another. Do not believe any of this. Do believe the allusion to Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. Although a stretch to compare anything to such a masterpiece, Essbaum's debut novel makes a valiant effort. “Anna was a good wife, mostly.” Like Anna's namesake, Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina has an equally prophetic opening line, the famous "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way". "Anna was a good wife, mostly." When analyzed, this over is no less effectual. Word for word, each holds power. What is"good"? How to define "wife"? How much is "mostly"? Anna admits to being the most passive of passive women, caving to whatever her husband's Bruno wants of her, like mixing you Zurich in the first place. But is she really passive? Or silently manipulative in her own way? Her thoughts are indicative: "This is a good thing I am doing, Anna said inside herself, though ‘good’ was hardly the right word. Anna knew this. What she meant was expedient. What she meant was convenient. What she meant was wrong in nearly every way but justifiable as it makes me feel better, and for so very long I have felt so very, very bad. Most accurately it was a shuffled combination of all those meanings trussed into one unsayable something that gave Anna an illicit though undeniable hope.” The general synopsis: "Anna Benz, the American wife of a Swiss banker named Bruno, has lived in Switzerland with her husband for nearly a decade, but remains ambivalently on the outskirts of society. She has made no real friends and can barely speak a word of Schwiizerdütsch, the local tongue. Instead, she stays home and raises their three children, Victor, Charles, and Polly, with grudging help from her mother-in-law, Ursula. Unsurprisingly, Anna feels stagnant and trapped; she’s moody, depressed and difficult." But this has nothing to do with what makes this a great book. Where I think this book really shines is its wit and wordplay while examining the loneliness of a life of shame and secrets, adultery and sex; appearing one way but loving with another life altogether. There are many tangents, and it is a demonstration of Essbaum's talent that- rather than deter from the overall coherence of the narrative- they actually contribute to it, even enhance it. --- (Language is forever inadequate. Words are inprecise. But forever necessary.) Anna is enrolled in an advanced beginner German class, to help her more readily involve herself in her surroundings. About time, considering she has been there for years, barely struggling along with only a minimal grasp on the native language. Essbaum uses this as a vessel to include enough information be cited in an academic linguistics paper. Tangents explaining transitive verbs, irregular verbs, words in German that sound identical to English but mean something entirely different. These tangents are almost seamlessly incorporated into the story, however. During a class where Roland, the instructor, teachers sentences, she contemplates how love is a sentence; Doktor Messerli wanted get to succeed. She decides she will maybe secede; Various interpretations of the word tell are addressed, a tell in poker, show-and-tell, the telling of a secret; Anna feels a version of love for some of her lovers, different from the version of love she feels for her husband Bruno, different from the version she felt for him when they first met, and after a particularly intense confrontation in which she ascertains a version of love for this version of Bruno, she falls into a version of sleep. Furthermore, Esbaum's narrative alters between the story and brief dialogue from Anna's sessions with her analyst. Many of these excerpts involve Anna asking Doktor what the difference is between two words. Desire and need, narcissism and confidence, lust and love, guilt and shame, neutrality and passivity, secrecy and privacy, a reason and an excuse. The language is sparse, to the point, but elaborative when needed. Wordplay, double entendres. The words can sometimes even described lyrical. Or poetic. When I discovered Essbaum is originally a poet, it all made sense. --- Women and sexuality. Marriage. Infidelity. Motherhood. Loneliness. Sex used to fulfill and distract from the loneliness. "A lonely woman is a dangerous woman.” Doktor Messerli spoke with grave sincerity. “A lonely woman is a bored woman. Bored women act on impulse.” This is Anna, of course. It is no surprise that one lover is not enough. She gives in to other other advances as if she has no choice. She cheats on her husband, then cheats on lover. She believes her children, her family; abandons her morals and sets aside her pride. But she plays the denial game will enough, rationalizing and forgetting- well enough that she continues. --- This novel discusses both grief and love in their many forms. "Grief. The first is anticipatory. This is hospice grief. Prognostic grief. This is the grief that comes when you drive your dog to the vet for the very last time. This is the death row inmate’s family’s grief. See that pain in the distance? It’s on its way. This is the grief that it is somewhat possible to prepare for. You finish all business. You come to terms. Goodbyes are said and said again. Anguish stalks the chambers of your heart and you steel yourself for the impending presence of an everlasting absence. This grief is an instrument of torture. It squeezes and pulls and presses down. Grief that follows an immediate loss comes on like a stab wound. This is the second kind of grief. It is a cutting pain and it is always a surprise. You never see it coming. It is a grief that cannot be bandaged. The wound is mortal and yet you do not die. That is its own impossible agony. But grief is not simple sadness. Sadness is a feeling that wants nothing more than to be sat with, held, and heard. Grief is a journey. It must be moved through. The grief that never moves is called complicated grief. It doesn’t subside, you do not accept it, and it never—it never—goes to sleep. This is possessive grief. This is delusional grief. This is hysterical grief. Run if you will, this grief is faster than you." "Anna loved and didn’t love sex. Anna needed and didn’t need it. Her relationship with sex was a convoluted partnership that rose from both her passivity and an unassailable desire to be distracted.” ---- Switzerland is truly her own character in the story. It gives Anna her expatriate status and her ability to turn to get own devices; not learning "Schwiizerdütsch", she is shut out from everything around her, effectually pacing the way and making it no work at all to become who she is and to act the way she does. Physically, Switzerland is an insular country, sealed at its boundaries and neutral by choice for two centuries. They make it worse by appointing not one, two, or three, but four whole national languages. Switzerland’s official name is in yet a fifth: Confoederatio Helvetica. Most Swiss speak German however, and it is German that’s spoken in Zürich. Even then, it is not even German but a random, irregular "Schwiizerdütsch". The opening paragraphs set this tone, already introducing her. Switzerland, that is: "It was mid-afternoon, and the train wrenched then eased around a bend in the track before it pulled into Bahnhof Dietlikon at thirty-four past the hour, as ever. It is not only an adage, it is an absolute fact: Swiss trains run on time." Later on, the most poetic of endings caused an excited lilt in my heart. Strange as I am, I do not say that figuratively. And it was made possible by the established seeing and tone: On page 4: " Swiss trains really do run on time and Anna managed with minimal hassle. She liked riding the trains; she found a lulling comfort in the way they rocked side to side as they moved forward. Edith Hammer, another expatriate, once told Anna that there was only one reason to switch trains ever ran late... " On page 320: "She looked to the station clock. Then, to the tracks. Then, to the tunnel. Then, she closed her eyes. For the rest of the afternoon and well into the night, the city trains ran late." ...more |
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I have no interest in having children at this time, but want this entire series. Adorable illustrations, very educational, and fun to peruse every onc
I have no interest in having children at this time, but want this entire series. Adorable illustrations, very educational, and fun to peruse every once in awhile. better yet, each book is a little different. For example one might be counting, one might be colors. But all are in direct reference to classic literature. Don Quixote being my favorite book of all time if I had to choose, I can't help but love this. Opposing panels in each two page spread give a word and a corresponding image. One in English, the other Spanish. everything is translated. including little talk bubbles. ("neigh" is "relincho" in Spanish). Love it! ...more |
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**spoiler alert** Another novel to add the list of books that would have been perfect if reduced by a third in word count. "About Grace" was an intens
**spoiler alert** Another novel to add the list of books that would have been perfect if reduced by a third in word count. "About Grace" was an intense story, with plenty of opportunity for moments of empathetic pain. Another great review: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/11/07/boo... David Winkler has the power to forsee important events. Unfortunately, it had always been tragic ones. His first "vision" (they always come as dreams in an unknown number of days shortly before its occurrence) is of a neighbor being lethally run over. This obviously did nothing good for a young child. The next was of how he would meet his wife, in a grocery store, near the magazine racks. Then comes the one with his daughter, drowning, dying in a flood. Which changes his life forever. Instead of staying with his wife and daughter, figuring things out, he flees. This is mainly out of fear of hiring hey more by being around her. Maybe, he thinks, if he could remind himself and his visions, she will be safe. In his defense, I feel fault lies equally with Sandy Sheeler, his wife, for refusing to logically, coherently discuss the vision of their daughter's imminent death. She is aware of David's powers, the certainty of them coming true, yet insists on pretending she has no idea what he is talking about. As soon as he leaves Cincinnati, Sandy disowns him. She cuts off all communication with him, goes back to her ex husband Herman, and does not allow him the comfort of knowing how she is, or even whether or not Grace survived. David finds himself on a Carribean island, where he grows close to a family (A cook, Felix, his wife Soma, and their daughter Naaliyah), their daughter whom features in his next vision. For the first time, her uses this for good, successfully saving her life. He is tenacious in his efforts, despite threats and teasing, negativity and understandable animosity toward his stalking. Later, he spends a long winter in the most desolate, coldest area in Alaska with her, finding himself, dealing with his inner demons. He begins to reach out, to try to find Sandy and Grace. Over the years, he has been half convinced that Grace is alive. The other half is certain she died, so vivid are his memories of his dream, the water washing over her. Decades later now, he finally finds them. Sandy has died. It takes him time. But he reaches out to Sandy's ex-husband, Herman. They visit a few times and begin to bond. Much to David's shock, Herman readily forgives him, saying that it was long ago. He directs David to his daughter Grace, warning him that she probably does not wish to see him. It Herman who manages to present David with the best thing he could ask for right now- time with his grandson, despite Grace's adamant refusals to have anything to do with her biological father. Doerr writes some downright lyrical passages. His descriptions of the isolated Alaskan wilderness are breathtaking. His portrayal of David Winkler's interest loneliness, pain, longing, and turmoil are incredibly emotive. The ways in which his protagonist is tested time and time again, still being shown to us as human and as real as can be is nothing short of ingenuous. One of the best ingredients top this book is the researched and detailed knowledge written about snow, specifically snowflakes. During the mind-numbing winter with Naaliyah, he begins the intricate prices of creating snowflake prints. Every snowflake in this world is unique, and the beauty of its creation is beautifully shared. Passages Doerr writes magnificently paints the picture of nature's beauty. For example, the idea that snow is actually colorful. Depending on its context and the time of day, it can be red, blue, green, orange, even multicolored. The fact that none of us in this world ever really physically touch. Because, at an atomic level, electrons repel everything slightly, so we can still touch and grasp things, but we are never really touching. Kissing, holding hands comma shaking a stranger's hand comma caressing your Lover's hair. All technically a myth. Scary and heartbreaking, no? (http://youtu.be/yE8rkG9Dw4s) Ultimately, thus is a story of redemption- enduring a seemingly interminable 25 years. Naaliyah, the isolated Alaskan tundra, internal healing through nature, the courage to reach out to his new family, the slow and gradual process of renewing his relationship with his new family, beginning with his perceptive grandson. The problem I had with this novel (although I would call it less of a problem and now of an impediment to the full potential of this debut novel, but that is far more wordy) was the length. Pacing overall, the distribution, was great. Important aspects of the story and characters we explored with them, pushing the details to their limit. I loved all of it. Doerr did not spare us any avenues, leave any doors on opened. But, then he went on. And on. And on. Yes, there were entire sections of the book that I felt dragged on incessantly, and could have been dramatically condensed. I did, unfortunately, find myself bored at various points in the story. But everything else out shadows this. I look forward to Anthony Doerr's sophomore novel, in which there is hopefully nothing to outshadow. ...more |
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I do not usually prefer short stories, but Alice Munro's "Runaway" is an exception. Munro's work as a whole, in fact. Everybody knows that short stori
I do not usually prefer short stories, but Alice Munro's "Runaway" is an exception. Munro's work as a whole, in fact. Everybody knows that short stories are more difficult to perfect than the novel, thus the lack of well-written ones. What makes her sorry stories stand out? One notable difference is that Munro's short stories are actually not that short. Strictly in words, many lean towards the lengthier "definition". (Short stories are not defined by length as much as structure. Although there's is no official demarcation for length, the range has been loosely defined at 1 to 20 thousand words, and that it can be read in an hour at the most; shorter than a novel [typically 80 to 100 thousand words]). Moreover, her readers will quickly realize that they are quite similar to novels in the feeling and immersing story they offer. Munro's stories have the scope of a novel, but without any obvious speeding up or trimming. How exactly she does this is arguable an art. Two, I love that the same theme- sometimes obvious, other times more difficult to decipher- runs through the entire book, further creating the feeling for a cohesive novel rather than sorry stories. (For example, this collection. Each of the protagonists is running from something; hiding, escaping, trying to find themselves. Runaway emotions, running from the truth, literally running away from their residences. A feeling of loneliness in a room full of others, of needing to overcome much despite outward appearances of needing nothing. Multiple interpretations for the title word, from slang to straightforward, are used throughout.) Thirdly, All the stories are from a female protagonist's point of view ("Powers" lends a portion to a male point of view). They all go through something significant during the narration; they all change, though not always in a positive way. For many, this change is a life-altering one. Munro's collection of the same title, concerns two runaways: "Carla, whose abusive husband, Clark, inspires her to run away, and Sylvia, her neighbor who encourages Carla's runaway attempt. Sylvia's husband has passed away, and she comes to rely on Carla for help around her house and develops an obsessive concern for her abused friend. Sylvia's friends describe her affection for Carla as a crush. While Carla resents Clark's abuse, it seems apparent that without Sylvia's planning and urging she would not have taken a bus out of town, only to get off the bus and call Clark to come and get her. Significantly, Carla, who is wearing some of Sylvia's clothes, decides that the clothes do not “fit” her. Sylvia, who later moves to an apartment in town, also may be considered a runaway. Besides the two women, there is another runaway: Flora, Carla's pet goat, who mysteriously vanishes and returns in supernatural fashion when Clark threatens Sylvia physically. The goat's sudden appearance saves Sylvia, and then Flora again vanishes. After Carla returns to Clark, she finds Flora's bones in the woods. She speculates about how Flora died and then absolves Clark of any guilt—something she has to do if she is to go on living with him. In effect, she runs away from the truth; Flora's fate could become hers." There next three chapters are actually about the same characters, with tears in between. This circumvents the loose definitions for short stories actually, (perhaps purposely). "We meet Juliet first as a studious young teacher, then as a young mother visiting her elderly parents, and finally as a late middle-aged woman sundered from her own grown-up daughter. It turns out that the independence and rationalism we have admired in Juliet have alienated her child, who has left in search of the spiritual things she never had at home." "In "Tricks", Robin, a young nurse who goes off by herself each year to see a Shakespeare play at Stratford, Ontario, is caught up in, and caught out by, a bit of plotting as artificial as a Shakespearean comedy. What if, Munro seems to say, the romantic susceptibilities of an inexperienced young woman were to be exposed to the comic doublings of a Twelfth Night or The Comedy of Errors. Another illustration of Munro's scope, this reminded me of O. Henry's " The Gift of the Magi", but covering an adult lifetime rather than one Christmas, the confusion of identity sorted out, not at the end of the evening, but a whole adult lifetime later. As exceedingly frustrating and small chances of actually happening, but certainly believable, it was actually my favorite. "Trespasses" is similar, an examination of finding out unknown identities, a frustrating coincidence with a narrow possibility of occurring but definitely believable; a life-changing, both fortunate and unfortunate (depending in one's philosophy of "ignorance is bliss") happenstance for all the characters involved. "Powers," the eighth and final story in the collection, is divided into five parts. (Interesting to consider it as an example of Freytag's pyramid theory). The first part comprises the diaries of Nancy, a self-centered young woman convinced that she is destined to have some great importance. She startles the town doctor, Wilf, on April Fool's Day by pretending to have a terminal illness; when she later tries to apologize to him, he unexpectedly proposes to her. Nancy, ashamed of her conduct, accepts his proposal although she feels little affection for him. She expresses surprise that her life has proved so mundane after all. The second part shifts into third-person narration and takes place several months after the first part. Nancy and Wilf are engaged and preparing for their wedding. Wilf's cousin Ollie is in town to attend the ceremony, and Nancy becomes fascinated by his worldly affectations. In an attempt to impress him, she takes Ollie to visit Tessa, a friend of hers that lives on the outskirts of town. Tessa has psychic abilities that allow her to see through objects; she correctly identifies all of the items in Ollie's pockets. Ollie seemingly dismisses her, but Nancy fears that he is hiding a deeper interest. She writes Tessa, warning her to avoid Ollie. Tessa responds, revealing that she and Ollie have already eloped to the United States. They intend to get married and test her abilities scientifically. Nancy is now an aging woman visiting an American mental hospital. The facility is shutting down, but she has received a letter asking that Nancy retrieve Tessa, who has lived there for some time. Nancy has no intention of doing so, and she arranges with the management to leave alone after she has spoken with Tessa. When the two former friends meet, Nancy attempts to learn about Ollie and his life with Tessa. Tessa, however, cannot remember anything; electroshock therapy has ruined her memory. She claims that Ollie may have hanged himself, and that it wasn't his fault, but she recalls nothing else. Tessa then guesses that Nancy plans to abandon her at the facility. Feeling guilty, Nancy promises to write her after she leaves, although she never does. The fourth part moves forward a few more years. Wilf has died from the complications of a stroke, and Nancy takes the opportunity to travel. She is in a large city when she randomly encounters Ollie. She and Ollie have a long discussion, in which he discusses his travels with Tessa in the United States. He says that funding for research disappeared after World War II, forcing he and Tessa to work on the vaudeville circuit. The strain of performing gave Tessa horrible headaches and gradually eroded her powers, but she and he developed an intricate system with which to deceive their audiences. Eventually, Ollie says, Tessa died. Nancy does not contradict him; she instead asks him to walk her to his hotel. (One of those things I have always had a difficult time understanding, as personally I always prefer the truth, no matter how painful; I am opposed to the "ignorance is bliss" theory.) Upon arriving, however, Ollie refuses to go up to her room. Nancy, shamed by his honesty, resolves to find Tessa again. She does not succeed. The fifth part takes place decades later. Nancy has become a very old woman, whose children worry that she is living in the past. Munro is considered a national treasure in Canada. She had received both the Man Booker International and Nobel Prize in literature in recent years, among other accolades. I can see why. ...more |
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**** Please note that my rating for this refers only to the title story, not the collection. **** Shamefully, this was my introduction to Raymond Carv **** Please note that my rating for this refers only to the title story, not the collection. **** Shamefully, this was my introduction to Raymond Carver. Unfortunately, what I came away with was not as high as I had hoped; not as high as I had actually expected, given the best unanimous praise. Now that I think about it, "unfortunate" is not the best choice of words, as that implies something negative, and what I received was quite the contrary. An accurate way to describe Carver's writing style is its place as the routine of the "dirty realism" genre, said to depict "the seamier or more mundane aspects of ordinary life in spare, unadorned language". I would add to that the fact that almost all his stories are sad, an emotionI find particularly difficult to convey. He does this with something that can be described as an easy grace. In this small collection of short stories, I have to say that most of them were only alright to me. This is primarily, I am sure, because I have never really favored short stories, because I typically avoid vague endings. No time for full development of the characters; limited opportunity for feeling, as a reader, that we can empathize with the main characters. I do, however, thoroughly like "slice of life" stories. Carver's short stories are wonderful examples, although I admit that I would have liked them twice as much if they were twice as long. First addressing the best short story in the collection by far, there are two direct quotes that I find to be the best sentences. “And the terrible thing, the terrible thing is, but the good thing too, the saving grace, you might say, is that if something happened to one of us tomorrow, I think . . . the other person, would grieve for a while, you know, but then the surviving party would go out and love again, have someone else soon enough.” "It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love." Pretty much the table away insight from "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love", deservedly Raymond Carver's most well known and most universally treasured work. A few of the others in the collection that stood out to me are: "After the Denim" in which a husband bitterly watches another couple in the bingo hall when his wife suffers from what is implied to be a serious ailment, the story of a young couple whom is given all the possessions of a grieving older husband after being drunk and dancing for him ("Why Don't You Dance?"), "A Serious Talk" referring to these one thing a husband requests from the separated wife on the day after Christmas, during which he took all the presents from under the tree and tried to burn the house down, and the last story (following "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love") in which, simply put, an abusive man banished from the house, says to his wife and daughter as he leaves, "One more thing-", but then unable to think what it could possibly be. Finishing this review, my sentiments exactly. ...more |
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