3.5 stars. Lucia Berlin's first set of literary short stories, A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories, was posthumously published in 2015 to gr3.5 stars. Lucia Berlin's first set of literary short stories, A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories, was posthumously published in 2015 to great critical acclaim. Hence this second set of twenty mostly slice-of-life tales by Berlin, who wrote mostly in the 1960's-80's.
With colorful characters and typically bleak stories, Evening in Paradise is a walk on the seedier side of life. Berlin wrote well, in a spare style that reminded me of Ernest Hemingway's work, though her attention is mostly on female characters and the trials and emotional solitude life brings. "Andado, A Gothic Romance" is one of the more memorable and distressing stories, about Laura, a 14 year old American girl living in Chile with her troubled mother and busy engineer father. A weekend away with family friends leads to (view spoiler)[the father of the family she's visiting with grabbing Laura for some quickie sex, a statutory rape that he instantly regrets (hide spoiler)]and Laura quietly accepts, going on with her life as best she can.
Most of the stories aren't quite this disturbing, and they're often humorous, but there's almost always an underlying bleakness. Young girls get involved in a money-making scheme (con) in "The Musical Vanity Boxes"; a motorcycle race leads to tragedy in "Dust to Dust"; a young wife watches the troubled marriage of her neighbors in "Lead Street, Albuquerque." There's so much loneliness and troubled relationships, and Berlin examines it all with a clear, unflinching eye.
The title story, "Evening in Paradise," is somewhat more lighthearted, about an evening in a bar in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico in 1963, during the filming of The Night of the Iguana. Movie stars like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton drop by the bar, Ava Gardner has drunken sex with a guy or two, and I just really want to know if the incidents in this story are true!
This collection definitely isn't for everyone, but if you enjoy darker-themed literary short stories, I recommend it.
Many thanks to the publisher, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, for the review copy.
Content notes: Some language and sexual content. A soft R.
Initial comments: The publisher sent me a nice hardback copy of this short story collection a few months ago and it got lost in my shelf of TBR reads, oops. I'm rectifying that oversight now!
It's literary fiction, which I usually enjoy when it's well done, so I'm hopeful about this. The first few stories have been pretty good....more
The Overstory is a powerful, literary novel, shortlisted for the 2018 Man Booker Prize. It sings, in part, a paean to the wonders of trees and the multitude of wonders that old-growth forests and a variety of trees brings to our world. It also mourns a tragedy: how humans relentlessly annihilate these priceless resources, and what drives some people to eco-terrorism.
The Overstory is brilliantly organized in a form that reflects an actual tree. It begins with a section aptly titled “Roots,” a set of eight apparently unconnected stories in which we meet nine disparate characters: An artist whose family home in Iowa boasts one of the last healthy American chestnut trees. The engineer daughter of a Chinese immigrant. An odd, unmotivated teenager inspired by a book about human behavior and psychology. An intellectual property attorney who falls in love with an unconventional stenographer. A Vietnam veteran who stumbles into a job planting seedlings to replace mature trees that have been cut down. A brilliant computer programmer, permanently disabled by a fall from a tree. A postdoc, hearing- and speech-impaired woman who studies trees, discovering that they communicate with each other, and is ridiculed for her conclusions. And a beautiful, careless college undergrad who dies from an accidental electrocution and returns to life with a vision and a purpose. And all of these characters have been deeply affected by trees, in one way or another.
Richard Powers traces the lives of these nine people ― often back to their childhood or even their ancestors ― to explore how they have developed into the people they are. These introductory stories of their lives are excellent and insightful; good enough that they could stand alone as individual short stories. But Powers is just getting started.
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In the next section, “Trunk,” their lives come together and begin to affect each other. Four of them become eco-warriors, part of the tree-hugging movement whose proponents will do almost anything to stop the logging and stripping of irreplaceable mature redwoods and old-growth forests. “Trunk” culminates in a terrible, unexpected event that will change their lives forever. And so we proceed to “Crown” and then the shorter, final section, “Seeds.”
The Overstory is a little bit magical realism, with messages being shared with some of the characters by some mystical source, and a little bit science fiction, as the genius computer programmer develops video games that turn into a type of artificial intelligence. But mostly Richard Powers is trying to convince us, as readers, of the wondrous nature of trees, and to treat trees, and our world generally, with deeper respect. The novel shifts its focus somewhat in the final section, with a somewhat cryptic hint that trees may well outlast humanity.
Parts of The Overstory rate five stars, easily, but personally I hit a bit of a wall with the lengthy middle section, “Trunk.” As brilliantly written as the book is, it’s also sometimes slow-paced, repetitious and didactic, as Powers delves into the evils of the corporations and groups who are indiscriminately cutting down trees and eliminating forests, and the worst of the tactics they use against those who try to oppose them. I think this novel would have benefited by being edited down by about a hundred pages and by being less overtly preachy. But Powers is clearly angry, and wants us to share that anger and be moved to take action. It may be message fiction, but this is potent stuff. Also, as Powers points out more than once, trees live very slowly compared to humans, and that is echoed in the deliberate pacing of The Overstory.
For readers already of the view that humans are doing profound damage to the ecology of our world, The Overstory will give you additional arguments and inspiration. For those more skeptical, it may cause you to reexamine some of your views. The Overstory isn’t an easy read, but it’s a powerful and persuasive work of art.
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I received a free copy from the publisher for review. Thank you!
Content notes: some, very limited adult content (language, violence, sexual situations). This isn’t a book for younger readers in any case.
Initial post: This hefty, literary book looks a little intimidating, but interesting. The Secret Life of Trees. Off we go!...more
Behind the scenes of our lives, pulling the strings for the benefit of humanity, are tAll the stars! Final review, first posted on Fantasy Literature:
Behind the scenes of our lives, pulling the strings for the benefit of humanity, are the people assigned as “coincidence makers,” arranging the events that need to happen in people’s lives, both on a personal and larger scale. It may be making a particular love connection by arranging that two people meet at the right time, or taking steps to help an accountant find his true work in being a poet, or ensuring that an assassin is pointed in the right path to later do society a larger good. Coincidence makers work for a hidden organization that supervises and directs their generally benevolent efforts, along with those of imaginary friends, dream weavers, luck distributors and other useful employees, endowing them with supernatural powers, while insisting on compliance with a plethora of bureaucratic rules and restrictions.
Guy, Emily, and Eric are all recent trainees at the job of coincidence makers. They’ve completed their training course, complete with instruction manuals and tests (“Create a traffic jam in which over 80% of the vehicles are the same color; the particular color is not important. The traffic jam must last for no more than twenty minutes. You may not use traffic accidents or traffic light malfunctions”). For the last three years they’ve been creating complex coincidences, slowly working their way up the ranks. But Emily is carrying a secret in her heart, one she can’t share, that will end up having major repercussions.
The Coincidence Makers was originally published in the Hebrew language in 2011 and is now, in 2018, being published in the U.S. It’s easy to understand why this novel quickly became a bestseller in Israel. Its premise is original, and its characters endearing if occasionally frustratingly flawed. On his website, Yoav Blum comments:
I like writing about realistic worlds with a twist, about being human, about fate, free will, the way we define ourselves and the isolation and friendships that define us.
Blum skillfully balances whimsy, like the elaborate planning of coincidences and the occasional quasi-scholarly chapters on the theories and rules relating to coincidence-making, with serious insights into the nature of life, love, fate and free will.
Initially my only real complaint about The Coincidence Makers was its slow beginning and extended set-up; on page 75 or so it felt like we were still in the lengthy exposition phase. Then the plot suddenly kicked into gear, a couple of key events occurred, plot pieces started to fit together, and the book just exploded into awesomeness. The Coincidence Makers has the intricate, layered approach that I love, where all of the various threads start tying together in the end, with surprises and twists that I didn’t anticipate but that make complete sense in retrospect. In fact, I reread the first third of the book a couple of days later (and then read most of the rest for good measure) and its beginning didn’t seem at all sluggish the second time through, because I could see and appreciate all the hints and plot elements being laid out that would become significant later on.
The Coincidence Makers blends mystery, fantasy, and a love story. Although it has a sentimental streak, it’s far removed from a romance novel. Though it’s early in the year, I’m confident that this will be one of my favorite novels of 2018, one I’ll reread (again) and push on my friends. Highly recommended!
I received a free copy of this book from the publisher, St. Martin's Press, for review. THANK YOU!!
Prior posts: Update: I reread the first third (and then most of the rest of the book) and the beginning didn't seem at all slow the second time through, probably because I could see all the pieces fitting together. Anyway, I just really love this book. I think I'll make my book club read it. :)
This book is SO original, and after a slow start (I felt like on page 75 we were still in the exposition phase) it just exploded into awesomeness. It's part mystery, part fantasy, part love story - but not in a typical romance novel kind of way. And it's got that intricate, layered approach I love, where all the threads start tying together in the end and there are surprises and twists, but they make complete sense. Highly recommended!
Seriously, read this book, and don't get bogged down in the extended set-up part at the start (a lot of those details will matter later) because the rest is AMAZING....more
$2.99 Kindle sale, Nov. 17, 2017. This Pulitzer Prize winning novel, a collection of interrelated short stories, has been on my TBR list for a long wh$2.99 Kindle sale, Nov. 17, 2017. This Pulitzer Prize winning novel, a collection of interrelated short stories, has been on my TBR list for a long while. But the GR reviews are all over the map, from 1 star (boring, depressing) to 5 enthusiastic stars. And those are from friends and reviewers that I trust.
Another surprise gift from the publicity peeps. "Wuthering Heights" with robots? We shall see.Another surprise gift from the publicity peeps. "Wuthering Heights" with robots? We shall see....more
4.5 stars, rounding up. I read and then reread several of these stories (some of them for a third time) while I was writing my final review for Fantas4.5 stars, rounding up. I read and then reread several of these stories (some of them for a third time) while I was writing my final review for Fantasy Literature, and they keep impressing me more ... for the most part. My literary friends will be so proud of me! :D So here's the full review, where you can follow along with the journey of myself and my (severely challenged, but ultimately edified) brain cells ... [image] Ficciones is a classic collection of seventeen short stories by acclaimed Argentine author Jorge Luis Borges, originally published in the 1940s in Spanish, and winner of the 1961 International Publishers Prize. These stories and mock essays are a challenging mixture of philosophy, magical realism, fantasy, ruminations on the nature of life, perception and more. There are layers of meaning and frequent allusions to historic figures, other literary works, and philosophical ideas, not readily discernable at first read. Reading Ficciones, and trying to grasp the concepts in it, was definitely the major mental workout of the year for me. My brain nearly overloaded several times, but reading some critical analyses of these works helped tremendously with my understanding and appreciation of these works … well, at least most of them.
The stories in Ficciones are divided into two parts: The first part, The Garden of Forking Paths (El Jardín de senderos que se bifurcan) was originally published in 1941. The first six stories in Part Two, Artifices, were added in 1944, and the collection was named Ficciones at that time. Borges added the final three stories to Ficciones in the 1956 edition.
Part One: The Garden of Forking Paths
“Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius” ― The narrator tells how his search for information about Uqbar, mentioned to him by a friend and found in only one edition of an encyclopedia, leads him to Uqbar’s literature about the imaginary world of Tlön, with its fantastical culture steeped in psychological and philosophical concepts. A brief taste:
The nations of that planet [Tlön] are congenitally idealist. Their language, with its derivatives ― religion, literature, and metaphysics ― presupposes idealism. For them, the world is not a concurrence of objects in space, but a heterogeneous series of independent acts. It is serial and temporal, but not spatial. There are no nouns in the hypothetical Ursprache of Tlön, which is the source of the living language and the dialects; there are impersonal verbs qualified by monosyllabic suffixes or prefixes which have the force of adverbs.
Heady stuff! This twenty page story (the longest in the book) is so abstruse and heavily laden with philosophical ideas and allusions that I found it almost completely impenetrable. It reminded me of trying to read James Joyce’s Ulysses. I was so completely lost that I’ll confess I had to put this book down and retreat to a fluffy romance while I mentally regrouped for another attack on this book. Brain cell verdict: no response. They totally shorted out on this one.
“The Approach to Al-Mu’tasim” ― This allegorical story purports to be a review of the titular novel, about the years-long pilgrimage of a law student in India, who murders a man in a riot and falls among the lowest of society. When he perceives a note of tenderness and clarity in one of these vile men, he concludes that it is the reflection of a perfect man who exists somewhere. The student embarks on a lengthy search for this man, whom he calls Al-Mu’tasim. We have met the divine and it is us. My brain cells concluded that, although some of the allusions are obscure, this tale is far more readily grasped than the first one. There is hope!
“Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote” ― Another story set up as a mock review of one Pierre Menard’s attempt to recreate Don Quixote ― not copy it, but study Cervantes and his world so deeply that he can write Don Quixote exactly as it was originally written. The reviewer lauds Menard’s work, which uses the identical words as Cervantes, as far richer and more profound than the original. It’s satirical in tone, but otherwise I was at a loss as to the theme and meaning of this work. The brain cells were getting restive again.
“The Circular Ruins” ― A stranger makes his way into the circle of ruins of an ancient temple, lies down and begins to dream, with great purpose: he wants to dream a man, to create a son to whom he will be the father, by imagining him in great detail. It succeeded for me as a symbol of the creative process of authors, even though I’m still wading through tricky but entrancing sentences like this:
He understood that modeling the incoherent and vertiginous matter of which dreams are composed was the most difficult task that a man could undertake, even though he should penetrate all the enigmas of a superior and inferior order; much more difficult than weaving a rope out of sand or coining the faceless wind.
It’s still a challenge, but my brain cells are starting to feel a little more hopeful. So we moved on to …
“The Lottery in Babylon” ― In the city of Babylon, a lottery morphs into an game that takes over all aspects of life in Babylon. A lucky drawing might lead you to be elevated to the council of wizards or reunite you with a long-lost love; a losing ticket might land you in jail, or get your tongue burned, or lead to infamy or death. The ubiquitous lottery seems to be a symbol of the capriciousness of chance in life and the story in general seems to be taking an ironic view of the questionable role of deity in human life. My favorite part was the sly reference to Franz Kafka in the form of the “sacred privy called Qaphqa,” where informants can leave accusations for agents of the Company that runs the lottery. The brain cells were quite amused.
“An Examination of the Work of Herbert Quain” ― This is another satirical review piece, purporting to review four (non-existent) works written by a (fictional) author. Borges playfully explores the labyrinth concept in different ways in each of these works. This story, frankly, didn’t leave much of an impression on me.
“The Library of Babel” ― One of Borges’ most famous stories, “The Library of Babel” posits a universe in the form of a library made out of connected hexagonal rooms, each room filled with books and the barest necessities for life. Each book contains 410 pages, with 40 lines of 80 letters each. There are 25 letters and punctuation marks in the alphabet. The Library contains every possible combination of those letters. Most of the books are complete gibberish, of course, but like the Infinite Monkey Theorem says, if you have enough monkeys banging away on typewriters for long enough, eventually they’ll write Hamlet. But life for the people dwelling in this library is profoundly frustrating, even depressing, since only a vanishingly small percentage of the books make any sense at all. Borges explores the ways that people react to this, with several nods to religion and philosophy. Mathematicians have had a field day with this book’s concept, figuring out how many books such a library would contain. Per Wikipedia’s article on this story, there would be far more books in this library (1.956 x 10 to the 1,834,097th power) than there are thought to be atoms in the observable universe (10 to the 80th power).
“The Garden of Forking Paths” ― Dr. Yu Tsun, a Chinese professor of English, is living in Great Britain during WWI. Dr. Yu is spying for Imperial Germany for a psychologically complicated reason: he wants to prove to his prejudiced German chief that a person of his race, a “yellow man,” can save the German armies. Yu discovers that an MI5 agent, Richard Madden (an Irishman who also has equivocal feelings about the nation he is serving, due to his nationality) has captured another German spy and is on the verge of finding him. Dr. Yu goes on the run. The plot is thickened by the fact that Dr. Yu has just found out the location of a new British artillery park. How can he pass that information to his German handler before he’s captured? This is the first story in this book that has a substantial plot to go along with the play of ideas; hence, I enjoyed reading it more than the previous tales. The concepts in it are not as mentally challenging, although the labyrinth imagery and philosophical conjectures resurface toward the end. Still, “The Garden of Forking Paths” was straightforward enough that my brain cells didn’t hurt too much trying to wrap themselves around the story.
Part Two: Artifices
“Funes the Memorious” ― Borges, as narrator, meets up with a young Uruguayan boy, Ireneo Funes, who has the ability to tell you exactly what time it is without looking at a clock. When Borges returns to this village three years later, Funes is now crippled from being thrown by a wild horse, but his mind is unimpaired. The narrator realizes that Funes also now has an infallible memory, with perfect recall. But the depth and detail of Funes’ memory makes it impossible for him to grasp general, abstract ideas.
To think is to forget a difference, to generalize, to abstract. In the overly replete world of Funes there were nothing but details, almost contiguous details.
This tale was, again, a little too opaque and short on plot for me to really enjoy. The brain cells were grumbling a little.
“The Form of the Sword” ― In this story, which deals with themes of identity and betrayal, the narrator is passing through a town and asks an “Englishman” whom he meets there (actually an Irishman) about the terrible, crescent-shaped scar across his face. The Irishman tells a story of his involvement in the battle for Irish independence, and his dealings with a disagreeable, cowardly man named John Vincent Moon. There’s a twist to this tale, echoing the Irishman’s portentous comment that “[w]hat one man does is something done, in some measure, by all men.”
“Theme of the Traitor and the Hero” ― A man named Ryan researches the death of his great-grandfather, an Irish nationalist hero named Fergus Kilpatrick, who was assassinated and is now viewed as a martyr to the cause of Irish independence. Something about the manner of Fergus Kilpatrick’s death strikes Ryan as enigmatic, a series of events that are like “circular labyrinths” (that image again!), oddly echoing elements from Macbeth and Julius Caesar, Shakespeare’s classic tragedies of betrayal. In “Theme of the Traitor and the Hero” the conceptual aspects of this tale don’t override the compelling plot, and this was one of the stories I really loved.
“Death and the Compass” ― Erik Lönnrot, a highly intellectual detective, works to solve a strange set of murders by figuring out the pattern underlying them and the clues left by the murderer, referencing the unspeakable Hebrew four-letter name for God. Lönnrot foresees a final murder, but can he prevent it? As Lönnrot explores the house where he has deduced the final murder is to occur, once again we have maze-like imagery:
On the second floor, on the top story, the house seemed to be infinite and growing. The house is not this large, he thought. It is only made larger by the penumbra, the symmetry, the mirrors, the years, my ignorance, the solitude.
This detective story had enough philosophy in it to make it intriguing and give it more depth than a typical mystery, but not overload my brain cells, which are feeling like they’re now on a roll.
“The Secret Miracle” ― A Jewish playwright is arrested by the Nazis and sentenced to die by firing squad. All he wants is the ability to finish up a play he has been working on, his masterpiece. A divine voice tells him that he will be granted the time to do this — even though he is set to die the next day. But God works in mysterious ways, and the playwright is able to weave “a lofty invisible labyrinth in time.”
“Three Versions of Judas” ― In yet another mock literary review, Borges reviews three imaginary works by Nils Runeberg about Judas, the betrayer of Christ. Borges-as-Runeberg recasts the character and nature of Judas in three different, heretical ways, including as a righteous man who knowingly accepted his role as the person who would force Jesus to declare his divinity, and even as another incarnation of God Himself. He challenges our comfortable religious views.
“The End” ― A shopkeeper, who has suffered a paralyzing stroke and is lying on a cot, sees and overhears a confrontation between a Negro man, who has been hanging around the shopkeeper’s store, playing his guitar and waiting, and a man who rides up to meet him. Their conversation makes it clear that the black man has been waiting seven years for this meeting. As mentioned in an editor’s footnote, this brief, bleak story is essentially a coda to a famous Argentine 19th century epic folk poem, “Martin Fierro,” about the life of a violent gaucho. In a famous scene in the poem, Fierro crudely provokes a black man and then kills him in the resulting knife fight. Several years later, in this story, Fierro is an aging man with some regrets for the life he has lived, and whose free and lawless gaucho way of life is passing. Once I really grasped the connection between the poem and this story, it became one of my favorites in this collection.
“The Sect of the Phoenix” ― There is a group of people in all societies and times, tied together by the Secret that they share, which Borges coyly never reveals. Is it sexual intercourse? Or perhaps more particularly, homosexual sex?
In the prologue to Artifices, Borges comments:
In the allegory of the Phoenix I imposed upon myself the problem of hinting at an ordinary fact ― the Secret ― in an irresolute and gradual manner, which, in the end, would prove to be unequivocal; I do not know how fortunate I have been. Of “The South,” which is perhaps my best story, let it suffice for me to suggest that it can be read as a direct narrative of novelistic events, and also in another way.
“The South” ― This is one of my favorite stories in this collection, as well as Borges’. The main character is Juan Dahlmann, a mixture of German and Spanish ancestry, whose life is mundane but who dreams vaguely of a more romantic life, inspired by the Flores side of his heritage and the Flores ranch in the South that he owns but has never visited. One day Dahlmann brushes his forehead against something in a dark stairway and realizes afterwards that he is bleeding. He develops a life-threatening infection and is taken to a sanitarium for treatment. After many excruciatingly painful and feverish days, he recovers, and decides that he will take a trip to his ranch to convalesce. He travels out of the city on a train, feeling as though he is traveling into the past, and has an unexpected confrontation as he nears his final destination. Or does he? You decide, but several clues in the text ― a mysterious cat, a spitball that brushes his face, a dagger tossed to him by an old gaucho ― have led me unequivocally to my own conclusion. The brain cells, by the way, were completely engaged by this tale, which was complex and layered enough to make me think, but didn’t lose me in a labyrinth of difficult-to-grasp ideas.
Repeated labyrinth imagery, scenes of deception, and challenges to our perceptions of what is real echo throughout the stories of Ficciones. These stories are often elusive, twisting out of your grasp or revealing unexpected depths just when you think you’ve got a handle on them. Even the lightest stories have several layers and hidden meanings to unpack. If you’re interested in philosophical ideas and are up for a literary challenge, I highly recommend Ficciones. The 1962 English translation by Anthony Kerrigan and other translators is excellent....more
$1.99 Kindle sale, April 17, 2021. This enigmatic literary fiction novel does a great job of playing with perceptions. I pulled out this short Booker $1.99 Kindle sale, April 17, 2021. This enigmatic literary fiction novel does a great job of playing with perceptions. I pulled out this short Booker Prize novel one night, thinking I'd just read a bit to get a feel for it, to know what to tell my book club about it, since I needed to suggest a choice of 4 or 5 books to my book club the next day for their vote. A few hours later I finished the book, moved but a little bewildered.
In the first fifty pages the narrator, Tony, tells of some events in his high school and college days: a group of rather pretentious friends (who, for the most part, play at being intellectuals), a relationship with a girl, Veronica, that didn't work out, a friend's suicide, marriage, divorce, retirement ... it sounds pretty pedestrian when he tells about it, though Julian Barnes has a wonderful way with words.
Then the next hundred pages happen: a bequest in a will. A short, enigmatic note from the woman who died. A renewed acquaintance with Veronica. More surprises. And everything that Tony—and I as the reader—thought got upended. You need to rethink and reinterpret everything you’ve read/been told by Tony(view spoiler)[, who is NOT a reliable narrator (hide spoiler)].
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.
Some readers dislike Tony enough that it dampens or ruins their enjoyment of the book, but I had a great deal of sympathy for him.
I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded — and how pitiful that was.
But time...how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but we were only being cowardly.
I've felt those feelings.
This blog has one writer's explanation of what was really happening, and an extremely long but intensely interesting comment section where various readers chip in with their theories and insights, which gave me a lot of food for thought. (view spoiler)[How unreliable of a narrator is Tony? Can we even trust what he says in the end? I tend to think so, at the very end, but I think it's clear that, at the least, he's still oblivious about some things, like how Veronica felt about him when they were dating. The comments that gave me the most food for thought were the ones that suggested he, too, had a fling with Veronica's mother, and was the actual father of her child. I don't think I buy it, ultimately, but ... (hide spoiler)]
So much food for thought ... and debate ... in this one!
Content notes: Scattered F-bombs and some sexual content....more
I read "The Library of Babel," one of Jorge Luis Borges’ most famous stories, as part of the Ficciones collection. “The Library of Babel” posits a uniI read "The Library of Babel," one of Jorge Luis Borges’ most famous stories, as part of the Ficciones collection. “The Library of Babel” posits a universe in the form of a library made out of connected hexagonal rooms, each room filled with books and the barest necessities for life. Each book contains 410 pages, with 40 lines of 80 letters each. There are 25 letters and punctuation marks in the alphabet. The Library contains every possible combination of those letters. Most of the books are complete gibberish, of course, but like the Infinite Monkey Theorem says, if you have enough monkeys banging away on typewriters for long enough (i.e., infinite time and infinite monkeys), eventually they’ll write Hamlet.
But life for the people dwelling in this library is profoundly frustrating, even depressing, since only a vanishingly small percentage of the books make any sense at all. Borges explores the ways that people might react to this, with several nods to religion and philosophy. There's not any real plot to this story; it feels more like an essay or an intellectual exercise ("How would people react if...").
Mathematicians have had a field day with this book’s concept, figuring out how many books such a library would contain. Per Wikipedia’s article on this story, there would be far more books in this library (1.956 x 10 to the 1,834,097th power) than there are thought to be atoms in the observable universe (10 to the 80th power). It's mind-boggling.
But this story is not so much about the numbers, as about what it would be like to live in this intriguing but highly frustrating world.
$1.99 Kindle sale, Dec. 16, 2017. I've already got this in my TBR pile and my trusted GR friends have been throwing out 5 star reviews like confetti, $1.99 Kindle sale, Dec. 16, 2017. I've already got this in my TBR pile and my trusted GR friends have been throwing out 5 star reviews like confetti, so I think I'll bite. :)...more
This is a collection of stories by noted author Irwin Shaw (author of Rich Man, Poor Man, The Young Lions, and numerous shorts published in magazines This is a collection of stories by noted author Irwin Shaw (author of Rich Man, Poor Man, The Young Lions, and numerous shorts published in magazines like The New Yorker). New York City, in fact, seems to be a favorite setting of Shaw's.
These stories, written between 1935 and 1960, deal with the human condition. They tend to be grim and are more than a bit existential, but they're definitely insightful and thought-provoking. I like reading this type of stuff in short stories: it give me a hit in the heart, but I'm not up to a whole novel's worth of unhappiness.
"The Eight-Yard Run" - 5* You know those people who were big shots in high school or college, and everything since has been downhill for them? It's always sad (if a little vindicating for those of us who weren't so popular back then) to see them at class reunions. This is about a former college football player whose life peaked with one magnificent run in a college game.
"Main Currents of American Thought" - 3* A day in the life of a harried radio screenwriter (which definitely dates this story to the 1930s). Debts and job and family pressures are really getting to the poor guy.
"The Girls in Their Summer Dresses" - 4.5* I think I read this one in a college lit class years ago. Michael has been married to a lovely, and loving, woman for five years, but like a little boy in a candy store, he just can't stop scoping out other women. His wife finally has had enough of his constant ogling, and they have it out. Whew! The last line of the story is a killer.
"Sailor off the Bremen" - 2.5* A demonstration on a ship against the Nazi regime (by a group of communists!) leads to one of the demonstrators getting beat up, losing some of his teeth and being blinded in one eye. Revenge is plotted by his wife, brother and friend. It's interesting that this was written in 1939, just before the Nazis began their military invasions.
"Welcome to the City" - 3.5* It's a pretty cold welcome when you're a poor, struggling actor or actress, even when you look just like Greta Garbo (except with the jagged, ruined teeth that poverty brings). I could almost smell the crappy, cheap hotel where this story is set.
"Weep in Years to Come" - 3* A little slice of life, as a man planning to sign up for combat in WWII strolls around NYC with his girlfriend.
"Search Through the Streets of the City" - 4* Paul meets his old girlfriend Harriet shopping in NYC. Harriet's now married (and pregnant) and Paul gradually realizes the mistake he made in letting her go. "I didn't realize I was looking for you until I saw you."
The middle set of stories -- "Night, Birth and Opinion," "The City Was in Total Darkness," "Hamlets of the World," "Walking Wounded," "Gunner's Passage," "Medal from Jerusalem," and "Act of Faith" -- all deal with WWII from one point of view or another, usually from the soldiers and other military personnel. They're gritty and interesting in that they're written concurrently with the war, so it feels highly realistic and there's an immediacy to these tales. Shaw definitely writes well and insightfully, but frankly this part was a bit of a slog for me. The most interesting story in this group was "Medal from Jerusalem," about an American man's affair with a Jewish woman who escaped the Holocaust, and the story she tells him one night.
There were about ten more stories from the post-war era, some tedious ("The Climate of Insomnia"), some poignant ("The Sunny Banks of the River Lethe," about a man slowly succumbing to dementia). The most memorable stories for me were "Mixed Doubles," where a woman evaluates and reevaluates her feelings her husband as they play a tennis match, and one of my favorite stories in the entire book, "The Green Nude," about a Russian painter who repeatedly outrages society with his occasional "decadent" and "subversive" green nude paintings that he comes out with every few years (in between he paints very normal portraits and still life paintings), when all he's really doing is subconsciously exorcising his anger toward his domineering wife. It's bitterly humorous about society and politics.
Shaw was a great, if quite cynical, observer of humanity, and his stories have some telling insights into what makes us tick.
Halfway through my 2016 Classics Bingo challenge: 12 down, 12 to go!...more
A few weeks ago I noticed that a couple of my GR friends, karen and Mary Beth, had both read and reviewed this collection of short stories and given iA few weeks ago I noticed that a couple of my GR friends, karen and Mary Beth, had both read and reviewed this collection of short stories and given it highly positive reviews. I was all, "Hey! I love short stories!" even though since finishing my English B.A. the vast majority of the short stories I've read have been of the SF/fantasy variety. So I brashly sent a PM to the author, Jacob Appel, asking him if he'd be interested in sending me his book for review, and he very kindly said yes, and sent me an honest-to-goodness paperback copy rather than the ebook I was expecting, which is just one more thing that endeared him to me.
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
-- Erma Bombeck
The eight stories in this collection explore this thin line, and the humor and pain in the lives and the relationships of ordinary people. Sometimes I would be smiling right up to the time the story gave me a gut punch of despair. In other stories I could feel hope shining through the pain. All of the stories were thought-provoking and disturbed my complacence.
"Hue and Cry" - Two teenage girls: one audacious and reckless, the other anxious to please her friend. A sex offender in the neighborhood. Vocally incensed neighbors. A dying father trying to teach his daughter about forgiveness. The pieces add up to both less and more than you might expect.
"La Tristesse Des Herissons" (the sadness of hedgehogs) - a man and his live-in girlfriend adopt a hedgehog, Orion, which promptly develops depression and other mental conditions--or does it?--that the girlfriend insists on having treated by a very expensive specialist. The boyfriend thinks this is ridiculous but is (mostly) biting his tongue because his girlfriend is so wrapped up in this. A little transference? One of the funniest stories in the book, but it was killing me at the same time.
"Strings" - Beware of former lovers asking favors. The ending of this story was a paradigm-shifter. So good.
"Limerance" - An ode to the girl who got away, who was never really the boy's at all, who probably would have been terrible for the boy if she'd ever given him the time of day. A great exploration of teenage relationships and unrequited crushes.
Einstein's Beach House" - Another tragicomedy, or comical tragedy. A family claims to be living in a beach house once owned by Albert Einstein, and then everything gets upended. I'm still a little confused about what really happened here...
"The Rod of Asclepius" - A 6 year old daughter accompanies her widowed father as he seeks revenge for his wife's death.
What my six-year-old self doesn't realize then, though it is clear to me now, is that this may be the first time my father has left our apartment in several months, that I am witnessing the man emerge from a winter-long twilight of raw anger... "Are you ready to change the world, princess?" he asks. At that moment, I am suddenly persuaded that the world does indeed require changing, that the entire cosmos yearns for radical transformation.
Heartbreaking in so many ways.
"Sharing the Hostage" - More animal humor, as a desert tortoise named Fred becomes the center of attention between a divorcing couple and the wife's new boyfriend. Orion and Fred would get along well, I think. Fred is a placid soul who would probably help even out Orion's jags.
"Paracosmos" - Imaginary friends can become a little too real. Or are they real?
Jacob Appel's stories are well-written and touching. I highly recommend this book to readers who appreciate tragi-comical stories that raise questions with no easy answers.
ETA: After thinking about this for several more days, I realized that these stories are really sticking with me. That's one of my main criteria for a 5-star read, so I'm upping my rating from 4 stars to 5. These stories won't be everyone's cuppa tea, but those who like this type of literature will really love them.
I try to mix up my reading diet, including some more literary and thought-provoking reading along with F&SF and brain candy romances. William FaulknerI try to mix up my reading diet, including some more literary and thought-provoking reading along with F&SF and brain candy romances. William Faulkner is always good for a mental workout, and his short story "Barn Burning" is free online here.
I studied two Faulkner short stories in college, this one and A Rose for Emily. "Barn Burning" doesn't have quite the shocking impact that "A Rose for Emily" does, but it is a profound and moving story of an impressionable young boy living in the South during the post-Civil War period. He's burdened, or perhaps uplifted, by his given name of "Colonel Sartoris Snopes," or "Sarty" for short. Colonel Sartoris was a Civil War hero and a symbol for truth and justice. But the "Snopes" part of his name reflects his low class, degenerate family. So, Sarty's full name epitomizes his internal conflict between his yearning for beauty and honor and justice, and his desire to be accepted by his family, especially his cruel, grim, mean-minded father.
As the story begins, Sarty's father has been hauled before a Justice of the Peace in a small town, accused of setting fire to a richer man's barn. In rural 19th century society, losing your barn and all of its contents would have a devastating effect on a person's livelihood. The Justice lacks sufficient evidence to find Abner Snopes guilty, but warns him to leave the county. The family does leave, but they carry their troubles along with them, particularly inside of Abner Snopes' vindictive, jealous heart. And as the title suggests, it's only a matter of time before his hatred of those who have more than him leads to another barn burning.
Faulkner's tendency to use long, complex, layered sentences is on full display in this story. Here, for example, is the second sentence of the story:
The boy, crouched on his nail keg at the back of the crowded room, knew he smelled cheese, and more: from where he sat he could see the ranked shelves close-packed with the solid, squat, dynamic shapes of tin cans whose labels his stomach read, not from the lettering which meant nothing to his mind but from the scarlet devils and the silver curve of fish - this, the cheese which he knew he smelled and the hermetic meat which his intestines believed he smelled coming in intermittent gusts momentary and brief between the other constant one, the smell and sense just a little of fear because mostly of despair and grief, the old fierce pull of blood.
It's a mouthful, but it tells you so much about Sarty's confusion, his hunger, his despair, and the pull of his family ties.
I love Faulkner's imagery and the way he uses words and symbolism to build tension:
[T]he element of fire spoke to some deep mainspring of his father's being, as the element of steel or of powder spoke to other men, as the one weapon for the preservation of integrity, else breath were not worth the breathing . . .
Faulkner's words pull me into Sarty's head and heart, and made me feel both the tragedy and the hope in his life. Highly recommended....more
An amazing book! East of Eden, a 1952 novel by John Steinbeck, is a long, sprawling, sometimes slow but often very intense read. Steinbeck considered An amazing book! East of Eden, a 1952 novel by John Steinbeck, is a long, sprawling, sometimes slow but often very intense read. Steinbeck considered it his magnum opus. It begins at the turn of the century in Connecticut, telling about the difficult childhood of Adam Trask and the pains and troubles caused him by his half-brother Charles. Adam meets and marries Cathy Ames, whom he blindly loves, but who is a truly evil, completely self-centered woman at heart.
They move out to the Salinas Valley in California, where they have twin sons, Aron and Cal ... and the Cain and Abel motif repeats itself in a second generation. Cathy abandons her young family and heads off to (secretly) be a prostitute in a nearby town, adopting the name of Kate. Aron and Cal grow to be young men: Cal is wild and reckless, Aron dependable and good-hearted, always believing the best of others.
To make things even more complicated Steinbeck weaves in a storyline about the Samuel Hamilton family, Irish immigrants ... and Steinbeck's actual ancestors.
So often, Steinbeck's insightful comments on a person or a situation struck me deeply; he has a marvelous way with words. He also has a gift for writing complex and conflicted characters, though it's not always exercised fully, especially with some of his female characters. However, Abra, Aron's girlfriend, is a wonderful character, especially in her resistance to Aron's false idealization of her and her parents' focus on social position and wealth.
The Cain and Abel theme, reflected in the reoccurring C & A pairs, which shows up with Adam and Charles and resurfaces in the second generation with Aron and Cal, was fascinating: not just the good and evil dichotomy (though the evil is mixed with some good, and is often more just human weakness), but also other echoes of the original Biblical story. For example, the Cain characters work with farming and the land, like the original Cain; Abel was a shepherd and Aron wants to be a priest (a spiritual shepherd), and so on. I loved how Steinbeck humanizes the Cain characters and emphasizes how we all have a choice in how we act and react to events in our lives.
"The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in 'Thou shalt,' meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel--'Thou mayest'--that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if 'Thou mayest'--it is also true that 'Thou mayest not.' "
I really enjoyed how Steinbeck wove his own family history into the pages of this book:
[image] Samuel Hamilton, the prophetic Irishman and Steinbeck's grandfather
[image] Olive Hamilton Steinbeck (Steinbeck's mother) and her famous -- and crazy! -- airplane ride
My favorite character was Lee, the Chinese servant of the Trask family. He grows from hiding behind his queue and pidgin English (he actually can speak excellent English) to full acceptance of himself. He gives sound advice to the various Trask family members, and loves them with all their faults. He is the best, and I really wish he were a real person as well. (Cathy/Kate, on the other hand: though she was an intriguing character, I'm glad to leave her and her psychopathic ways in the pages of this novel!)
This novel is not without its flaws. It tries to do so much that it's a bit fragmented, and it sometimes veers toward heavy-handedness and melodrama. But overall it's such an amazing and profoundly moving work. No question: it gets all the stars!
If you've never read anything by William Faulkner, read "A Rose for Emily" ... as long as you don't mind if things get a little gruesome.
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I first read Faulkner's classic "A Rose for Emily" in college years ago. Initially I just dropped a 4 star rating on it and left it at that. But then something happened. A few friends liked my rating, and this story kept stealing back into my mind like Homer Barron sneaking in through Emily's back door, and making itself at home in my head, an uninvited and a little bit uncomfortable guest.
So I starting doing a little research on the background of this 1930 story, and found it available to read online at http://xroads.virginia.edu/~drbr/wf_r... (seriously, go read this today if you've never read it before). I read it again, and I'm bumping my rating up to 5 stars.
The story begins and ends on the day of the funeral of Miss Emily Grierson, an institution in her southern town. In between, we find out more about Miss Emily's life and the traditions and expectations that bind both her and the town.
People in our town, remembering how old lady Wyatt, her great-aunt, had gone completely crazy at last, believed that the Griersons held themselves a little too high for what they really were. None of the young men were quite good enough for Miss Emily and such. We had long thought of them as a tableau, Miss Emily a slender figure in white in the background, her father a spraddled silhouette in the foreground, his back to her and clutching a horsewhip, the two of them framed by the back-flung front door.
Time becomes fluid as stories and events from Emily's life are shared with the reader. The narrator always speaks as "we," as if the entire town--and we ourselves--are complicit in the events of the story. It's a disturbing feeling, and the images of decay that permeate the story further this unrest: the cracked leather furniture, moldy pillows, the dust covering everything in her home, and of course the appearance of the older Emily herself:
She looked bloated, like a body long submerged in motionless water, and of that pallid hue. Her eyes, lost in the fatty ridges of her face, looked like two small pieces of coal pressed into a lump of dough . . .
When I was a college student, it was the ending of the story that was etched indelibly in my brain. It's still a shocker; I can only imagine the sensation it caused when it was published in 1930. But now I have a better appreciation for how skillfully Faulkner wrote this entire story, and the strange but pitiful character he created in Emily, dying alone in "a house filled with dust and shadows."...more
$1.99 Kindle sale, August 5, 2017. Recommended for those who like literary fiction that features lonely souls and troubled characters and tackles deep$1.99 Kindle sale, August 5, 2017. Recommended for those who like literary fiction that features lonely souls and troubled characters and tackles deep themes.
I read this with my book club a couple of years ago and I think I was in too much of a hurry to finish it up before the day our club met. Adding it to the "need-to-reread" shelf....more
I picked up this collection of ten Ernest Hemingway short stories when I was looking for Literature (with a capital L) to suggest to my real-life bookI picked up this collection of ten Ernest Hemingway short stories when I was looking for Literature (with a capital L) to suggest to my real-life book club for its monthly read (whoever is hosting book club that month is responsible for nominating 5 or 6 books, and then everyone in attendance votes). Poor Hemingway was a no-vote-getter; North and South won in a landslide. But since (a) I'd already brought this book home from the library, (b) I like short stories, and (c) I felt like I needed to add more Hemingway to my life than the one or two short stories I'd read in the past, I decided to read this book anyway.
These stories were written in the 1920s and 1930s. Ernest was a good-looking guy when he was young: [image]
Maybe his good looks and intelligence and talent made it more difficult for him to be happy and satisfied in life; I don't know. In any case, he lived an adventurous and problematic life (he was married four times, had any number of affairs, and committed suicide at age 61 due to serious illness).
Hemingway had a somewhat unique and testosterone-soaked code of honor in which dignity and courage were the paramount virtues, and that comes through pretty clearly in most of these stories. They're chock-full of violence and brutality and various types of unpleasantness:
* detailed, brutal scenes of hunting on an African safari in "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber" * a man dying of an infected leg in "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" * a fixed (or is it?) boxing match in "Fifty Grand" * hit men on the prowl in "The Killers" * men suffering both physical and mental war wounds in ... several stories.
The women characters in these stories are of the ball-and-chain variety and/or actively predatory and cruel; the first and last stories in particular have some really nasty relationship issues. Some of the stories are so slice-of-life that I'm not sure what their point was.
It would be very easy, especially in our day and age, to be dismissive of his stories. I can't say that the values espoused in them really speak to me in any profound or moving way.
And yet there's something in these stories, often below the surface of his simply-told tales, that has worked its way into my head and pokes at me and my comfortable life. "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" is, at least in part, a cautionary story about using your talents and not letting life pass you by because it's easier to say "I'll do that sometime later." These stories have made me think a little harder about being, and doing, what is important to me, even if they're not the same things that Hemingway thought were important....more
This WWII-era novel tells the interlocked stories of two radically different main characters. The first4.5 stars. Review posted on Fantasy Literature:
This WWII-era novel tells the interlocked stories of two radically different main characters. The first: Marie-Laure LeBlanc, a young French girl whose loving father goes to extreme lengths to help her compensate for her blindness, even building detailed models of the cities they live in so she can learn her way about. The second, Werner Pfennig, an orphan destined to work in the coal mines where his father died, who is unexpectedly plucked from poverty because of his mechanical genius and sent to a select school for Hitler youth. The chapters alternate between these two characters, following them as they grow up in the 1930s and 40s in France and Germany.
Marie-Laure and Werner don’t know each other, but they are connected by scientific radio broadcasts made by Marie-Laure’s grandfather, and in other ways that become apparent as the story goes along. They will both wind up in the French town of Saint-Malo, bombed by the Allies in August 1944: Werner trying to find the source of radio broadcasts made by the underground resistance, and Marie-Laure as part of that resistance. Anthony Doerr makes the interesting choice of interspersing scenes from Saint-Malo in 1944 throughout the book, so in a sense we’re seeing the end from the beginning, at least in part.
[image] Saint-Malo, France
All the Light We Cannot See contains lovely, lyrical writing and intriguing symbolism and connections. The symbolism is pervasive, including literal and spiritual blindness, radio broadcasts that connect people in the darkness, and Marie-Laure’s and Werner’s last names (“White” and “Penny”). But Doerr doesn’t beat you over the head with it, and I enjoyed trying to suss out all the hidden meanings.
My main issue is that I tend to be the type of reader who likes things explained and wrapped up with a nice neat bow at the end, and the ending of this book felt ― and still feels ― inconclusive. With all of the connections and ties that permeate All the Light We Cannot See, it felt like a lovely sweater that unexpectedly was snagged by a mischievous cat and got half-unravelled in the end.
I had to sit on it for about a week, and then go back and read the last 50 pages again, before I felt like I understood, at least in part, why Doerr wrote the ending of his novel the way he did. Life isn’t nice and neat, but it goes on, and people continue to touch each other long after the main part of the story has ended. Even after death, there are connections. I’m still not entirely satisfied with the ending, but overall it was a memorable novel and well worth reading. [image] Initial reaction: Lovely writing, but a little slow in parts, and the ending left me underwhelmed. Hmm. I'm going to read the last 15 or 20 pages again and think about it some more before I try to write a full review....more
Grendel, the famous monster from Beowulf, tells his side of the story here. Philosophies clash, along with monsters and men. [image]
This story of GrenGrendel, the famous monster from Beowulf, tells his side of the story here. Philosophies clash, along with monsters and men. [image]
This story of Grendel, told from his point of view, is an unusual amalgamation of Grendel's stream-of-consciousness thought (which becomes more clear and organized as Grendel grows and develops) about his loneliness and self-centeredness, his attempts to make sense of the world, and his cruelty and hatred toward men, while being drawn to them at the same time. Grendel watches the Danes at Heorot at night, eyeing the old king, his young wife and family, and his thanes (warriors), and listening to the heroic songs sung by a bard.
Grendel seems to toy with different philosophies: nihilism, religion, existentialism, and solipsism all seem to be part of his worldview at different times in the story. It helps - a lot - if you're familiar with these and other philosophies. I'm really not; the only reason I can throw all those words around in my review is because I've been doing a little studying the past few days and reading some of the analyses of this book. :D I could tell a lot of the writing was going over my head. More erudite readers than I will probably get a lot more out of this book than I did.
It will also help if you're familiar with Beowulf, or at least the first part of that old poem. I re-read it (well, the first 40% of it) in preparation for reading Grendel, and being familiar not only with the plot and the characters, but with the way people spoke and thought back then, was tremendously valuable in helping to understand and appreciate this book. [image] But I still think that knowing more about various philosophical ways of thought would have been even more helpful.
One cool thing was that each of the twelve chapters of this book takes as its theme the signs of the zodiac. A ram appears in the first chapter, a bull in the second. In the third chapter (Gemini) there is talk of animal twins and a two-headed beast, along with more symbolic discussion of double-talk and the bard's creation of a second (and false) reality through his songs. Along with re-emphasizing the cyclical reality of Grendel's life and life in general, it was just plain fun to track how each zodiac sign appeared and was handled in the text. It helped to amuse me when I was getting bored with the philosophical discussions. I'm kind of simple that way.
I feel a little guilty for giving this book three stars.* It's a brilliant book in a lot of ways; I appreciate it but I just didn't particularly love it. If this sounds like it might be your cuppa tea, though, I strongly encourage you to read it.
* ETA: A funny thing happened. A week or so after finishing it, Grendel is still creeping around in my thoughts, lurking in corners and jumping out occasionally to surprise me. And his final words continue to haunt me. So I've decided it deserves 4 stars.
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Content advisory: Lots of violence (it's Grendel, people). One or two F-bombs. Some crude sexual talk....more
So, reading this book was my personal penance for reading a rather silly YA fantasy freebie, Obsidian. If I read something particularly shallow[image]
So, reading this book was my personal penance for reading a rather silly YA fantasy freebie, Obsidian. If I read something particularly shallow and brainless, I try to balance it out with a classic or something that makes me actually use my brain cells.
At first Hemingway's typical simple, spare prose and his testosterone-fueled values were getting on my nerves. Digression here: one of the funnier things I've read was a piece on McSweeney's titled "Toto's 'Africa' by Ernest Hemingway". If you know 80s pop music you'll enjoy this. It reads in part:
His head spun from whiskey and soda. She was a damned nice woman. It would take a lot to drag him away from her. It was unlikely that a hundred men or more could ever do such a thing. The air, now thick and moist, seemed to carry rain again. He blessed the rains of Africa. They were the only thing left to bless in this forsaken place, he thought—at least until she set foot on the continent. They were going to take some time to do the things they never had.
He stood on the tarmac and watched as the plane came in for its landing. He heard the sound of wild dogs crying out into the night. The man thought the dogs sounded desperate, perhaps having grown restless and longing for some company. He knew the feeling.
Anyway, I'm reading sentences in this book like "They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry," and I'm thinking, I'm just going to have to make myself power through this. But gradually this story sucked me in, and I could feel the nobility in both the old man and the immense fish. I had sympathy for old Santiago and his physically and mentally excruciating battle against the marlin (view spoiler)[and then the heartbreak of the hopeless fight against the sharks (hide spoiler)].
The Christ imagery toward the end was interesting, if not subtle. For example:
He started to climb again and at the top he fell and lay for some time with the mast across his shoulder. He tried to get up. But it was too difficult and he sat there with the mast on his shoulder and looked at the road.
There's a lot more (his poor hands!), and it was moving even if I'm not completely buying everything Hemingway is selling. It's clear that the old man has gone through a shattering experience and has come through it, if not having defeated the forces of death, still with a huge personal victory.
I'm going to digress a little here again, and get a bit personal, but I'm reminded as well of an old poem, "Gethsemane" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, that ends:
All paths that have been, or shall be, Pass somewhere through Gethsemane. All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass within the garden’s gate; Must kneel alone in darkness there, And battle with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say, “Not mine but thine,” who only say, “Let this cup pass,” and cannot see The purpose in Gethsemane.
We all have our personal hardships, whether they be giant fish, sharks (I've met a few in my life, mostly human), jobs, physical problems, relationships, or any number of other trials in our lives. Not giving up, enduring with dignity, doing your best, reeling in that fish, battling those relentless sharks -- how we handle our troubles makes a huge difference, both to those around us and, perhaps mostly, to ourselves....more
$1.99 Kindle sale, August 2, 2019. I’ve wanted to read Amor Towles' first novel, Rules of Civility (named after George Washington's list of 110 social$1.99 Kindle sale, August 2, 2019. I’ve wanted to read Amor Towles' first novel, Rules of Civility (named after George Washington's list of 110 social etiquette and proper behavior rules) since I fell in love with his whimsical A Gentleman in Moscow. I didn't like this one as well, but it's still worth reading.
Rules of Civility starts off slowly, the story of a young woman making her way in New York City in 1938, but with enough interesting details that I found it absorbing. The main character, Brooklyn native Katey Kontent (a made-up name; she's hiding from her own past and heritage), along with her friend Eve, meet a handsome young banker, Tinker Grey. They all hit it off and start hanging out together, with some romantic tension between them: Eve called dibs on Tinker, but he and Katey have a deeper connection. When an accident occurs that severely injures Eve, Tinker makes a choice, and Katey starts to make some life-changing career choices and changes, battling social barriers along the way.
The plot meanders through most of the year 1938, and I kind of felt like I was just powering through it, but then it picks up pace and interest toward the end, when we start to find out who people really are underneath the masks they wear. The ending really packs a punch.
A story of selling out, bad choices and good ones, finding yourself, and even redemption....more