Monday, April 30, 2012
THE CLOUD ATLAS by Liam Callanan
Belk is an aging priest whose shaman friend Ronnie is
dying. He tries to keep Ronnie alive by telling
him about the defining era of his life. Belk
was a teenaged bomb defuser in Alaska during WWII, in love with the same
half-Eskimo prostitute, Lily, as his outrageously insane commanding officer Gurley. The bombs in question were unmanned and being
floated to North America from Japan
by balloons. The incendiaries could kill
or maim anyone who came near them, but they hadn't been hugely
destructive. Then talk of germ warfare
emerged, with the prospect of balloons carrying canisters of plague-infected
fleas or rats. Everything builds to a
final voyage by Belk, Gurley, and Lily, ostensibly to locate Lily's former
lover and Japanese spy, Saburo. I was
interested to know what was going to happen, but I didn't really care what
happened. We know that Belk is going to survive the voyage, but Lily and Gurley
are another matter. Lily is conflicted
about her feelings for Gurley, and I was conflicted about my feelings for
Gurley. He's out of control one minute,
and then he's doing something admirable and courageous the next, but he's
basically trying to redeem himself in the eyes of the military and of Lily. His two audiences are somewhat at odds, rendering
him somewhat conflicted as well.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
THE BLIND ASSASSIN by Margaret Atwood
The intriguing title belies a slow-paced melancholy novel
about two privileged sisters, Iris and Laura Chase. Iris narrates, since we learn early on that
Laura died in a possibly suicidal car crash at the age of 25. This is actually a book within a book, and
there's even a third-level sci fi story in there, too. Iris is now in her 80's with a heart
condition and recounts her life as the daughter of a button factory owner in a
small town near Toronto. The factory and the family fortune are
consumed by the Great Depression, and Iris is married off to Richard Griffen, a
wealthy older man whose sister manages his affairs. Scattered throughout are chapters from
Laura's cult-classic novel, The Blind Assassin, that Iris published
posthumously. This more beguiling story tells
of a well-to-do married woman having an affair with a Communist sympathizer on
the run, who is also a sci-fi comic book writer. The man in Laura's book is obviously
reminiscent of Alex Thomas, a young man whom Laura and Iris hid in the attic
after he was involved in the burning of the button factory. Atwood manages to keep a lot of balls in the
air at once, and the twist at the end is somewhat gratifying, though not sufficient
to warrant the long journey to get there.
Monday, April 23, 2012
CAT'S EYE by Margaret Atwood
Elaine prefers to be called a painter rather than an artist
and is in Toronto for a
retrospective of her work. This novel is
a retrospective of her life, which was happy until her family moved there while
she and her brother Stephen were children.
Her parents are a bit nebulous and beyond eccentric. Her father is an entomologist who settles his
family in Toronto when he takes a
college teaching job. After a nomadic
life in motels and campgrounds prior to that point, Elaine is not equipped for
girl stuff and pays a very high price for acceptance by her so-called friends,
led by the enigmatic Cordelia. (Mean
Girls would be an appropriate title for this book.) We know from the beginning that Elaine will
make it to adulthood, but it's touch and go for a while, and I kept wondering
what pivotal event was going to turn the tide for her. There certainly is one, and although she
struggles out of more than one destructive relationship, she never comes across
as really triumphant or even very confident, despite her success. This is due largely to unfinished business
with Cordelia, and Atwood seems to make the point that sometimes resolution has
to come from the peace we make with ourselves.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
THE SENSE OF AN ENDING by Julian Barnes
I remember with appalling clarity all of the worst things
I've done (I think). Our narrator, Tony
Webster, on the other hand, has repressed the gist of an unbelievably vicious
letter he wrote his friend Adrian when Adrian
began seeing Tony's ex-girlfriend Veronica.
I enjoyed this book right up until the end, and then I had only
"the sense of an ending," because it didn't really have the impact I
think it was intended to have. Actually,
the title could apply to a number of "endings," including a couple of
suicides, the latter of which is completely baffling. Tony's relationships have only "the
sense of an ending," as Veronica reappears when her mother inexplicably
leaves Tony a dead friend's diary, and Tony's ex-wife continues to be his
sounding board, at least until the Veronica thing is dredged up again. In other words, Tony's failed relationships
never really have closure, and he just drifts away from his old friends, but
then don't we all? Tony is not one to
make waves, and that aspect of his personality makes the vengeful letter all
the more surprising, given the pivotal effect it has on the other
characters. The novel's ending certainly
explains how the diary came to be in Veronica's mother's possession, and I
think the ending is supposed to shed some light on the departed's state of mind. I certainly drew my own conclusion, whether
it is the one the author intended or not.
I wonder if this book is short because its publication was moved up in
order to qualify for the 2011 Booker Prize.
Since it won, I can't help but feel that the prize was lip service to a
body of work, not necessarily a tribute to this particular novel.
Monday, April 16, 2012
TINKERS by Paul Harding
This book leapt from obscurity to popularity
when it won the 2010 Pulitzer. Unfortunately,
however, the words did not leap from the page for me. The author flits between third person and
first person, and between present and past tense, even when describing the same
time period. I felt as though he were
experimenting, and somehow the book went to press before he had a chance to
clean it up. Speaking of cleaning it up,
there are several typos, especially surprising in a price-winning book that is so
(mercifully) short. The writing was a little too Joycean for my tastes, with interminably long sentences, and I generally lost
interest mid-sentence, thus losing track of the author's point as well. George is a dying, old man, with his family
gathered around him, awaiting his passing.
He thinks back on his life working on clocks, but the book is equally
about his father, Howard, who abandoned his wife and children to avoid being
institutionalized for epilepsy after one particularly dangerous seizure. The author appears to have an ulterior motive
with his emphasis on timepieces, especially with his periodic announcements of how
many days, minutes, hours George has left to live—sort of a countdown to death. The book also contains several mentions of a
clock's escapement, possibly alluding to the several escapes that characters in
the novel make. George runs away to a
friend's barn when he discovers that his father is about to be sent away, and
Howard runs away to avoid being committed and starts a new life. Howard's father was also an absent parent,
having been committed to the madhouse himself, and then George makes the ultimate getaway by dying.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
THE MERMAID CHAIR by Sue Monk Kidd
Jessie's mother has cut off her index finger with a meat
cleaver. Thus begins a tale of
mysterious penance, forbidden love, and a healthy dose of YaYa-type
friendships, including secrets kept from a daughter who could shed some guilt
if she knew the truth. Jessie herself is
the one indulging in forbidden love—with a handsome monk who has not yet taken
his final vows. She's the stereotypical
empty nester who needs to find herself.
Ironically, her husband Hugh is a psychiatrist who is oblivious to his
wife's mid-life crisis, until she goes to the aid of her troubled mother,
refuses Hugh's help, and refuses to come home.
Hugh knows that something is up other than concern for a demented
parent, because Jessie and her mother have had a turbulent relationship ever
since Jessie's father died in a boating accident while Jessie was a child. This book was a pleasure to read, even if the
subject matter was a little tired and uninventive. The mystery of the finger lopping is what
kept me reading. The author drops broad
hints that are not lost on the reader, or Jessie, for that matter, leading us
to believe that perhaps Jessie's mother also had a furtive romantic
relationship with a monk. Alas, this is
not a tale of history repeating itself, although there are some mother-daughter
parallels. Both have major guilt to
contend with, even though both were following their hearts when they did the
dastardly deeds. This story is more
about releasing one's demons by revealing them to loved ones so that the
forgiveness and healing process can begin, especially forgiveness of oneself.
Monday, April 9, 2012
THE LITTLE BRIDE by Anna Solomon
Minna, a Jewish mail-order bride bound for South
Dakota, suspects that she cannot bear children. She dreams of a warm and welcoming home but
instead finds a sod house built into the side of a hill and a husband whose
sons are older than she. The husband is
a poor provider, partly because he is not a very good farmer and partly because
his kosher requirements are not conducive to the expedient delivery of meat. Trained as a rabbi, he is not a cruel man, but
he relies on his sons' additional income and the good will of his neighbors. The scene in which he finally allows himself
to eat a chicken that has died in their henhouse is one of my favorites. This is at least the second time that he has
sacrificed his faith to his will to survive.
Minna, on the other hand, is a survivor by nature, but she finds it
difficult to steel herself to a life this hard.
The other women she meets inspire a certain amount of envy, with their
nicer homes and finer clothing, and shame her into trying to do the best she
can with what she has. Then a cow steps
through the ceiling of Minna's earth-sheltered house--an accident which seems
to pave the way to a better house, at least.
As winter sets in, however, imminent starvation spurs Minna to make some
decisions in order to save herself. In
some ways, I felt that this story of Midwestern pioneer hardship was one that I
had read before, but the smoldering attraction between Minna and her oldest
stepson added a new element, and I couldn't help wondering where that situation
was headed.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
STARTED EARLY, TOOK MY DOG by Kate Atkinson
Kate Atkinson would be a hoot to meet if a conversation with
her were half as funny as the ones between the characters in her books. One minute I'm shrinking in horror, and the
next minute I can't stop laughing.
Jackson Brodie, former cop and current part-time PI, meets his match in
Tracy Waterhouse, a large woman, also a former cop and now doing mall
security. She and Jackson, at about the
same time, happen upon a bullying situation and offer asylum to a mistreated
victim. In Tracy's
case, the victim is a little girl named Courtney; in Jackson's,
it's a small dog. In Atkinson's usual
coincidental fashion, Tilly, an actress with accelerating dementia, witnesses
the Courtney transaction and also happens to be in a TV show with Jackson's
ex-girlfriend Julia. Add to the mix
another PI whose last name is Jackson,
and off we go into one of Atkinson's delightful dervishes. Tracy
is spunky and determined and wields a mean Maglite, convinced that her various
pursuers are out to separate her from Courtney.
In fact, she was a tangential player in a 1975 case in which a
child…. Well, let's not go there, but
that can of worms has been reopened unintentionally due to the efforts of both Jacksons,
with Mr. Brodie having been hired to locate a woman's biological parents. Tracy
is pretty deft at evading her pursuers, using her heft to its best advantage,
but the star of this show is little Courtney, with her fairy wand and backpack
full of talismans (talismen?). The most
tragic character is perhaps Barry Crawford, a cop whose daughter lies in a coma
from a car accident in which her drunken husband was driving and her young son
was killed. This book could be a good
advocate for honest communication, because hidden agendas lead to some very
serious unforeseen consequences. The
children are the guileless ones.
Courtney communicates more with her hands (2 thumbs up!) than most of
the adults in this novel.
Monday, April 2, 2012
A STAR CALLED HENRY by Roddy Doyle
A cross between Oliver
Twist and Angela's Ashes, with a
heavy dose of the Irish Republican Army thrown in, this book is the first in a
trilogy featuring picaresque hero Henry Smart, alias Fergus Nash, alias Brian
O'Linn. He even claims to be Michael
Collins from time to time and makes a habit of escaping from pursuers by way of
the Dublin underground sewers. Henry joins the IRA not so much for its
revolutionary cause as for a means of somehow getting revenge for the extreme
poverty that pervades his existence. In
fact, it soon becomes clear that the IRA is a haven for boys with a thirst for
bloodshed, violence and close calls with death, not to mention food, clothes
and firearms. Henry's one-legged father
worked as a bouncer for a brothel and also performed the occasional hit for an
unseen thug. Henry finds himself doing similar
dirty deeds for the not-so-poverty-stricken leaders of the IRA and realizes
that the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree.
When a friend is targeted for termination, Henry begins to re-evaluate
the path his life has taken. His
distaste for killing marks him as an enemy of the IRA as well, and he has to go
into hiding once again. Sometimes I
enjoy a good testosterone-y read, but in this case I never really understood
what was the purpose of all the fighting.
At first, the insurrectionists didn't even have popular support, and
later it became obvious that the IRA were vastly outnumbered and
under-equipped, lacking airpower and organization. All they really had was passion, and sometimes
that seemed to be aimed in the wrong direction.
Even after a compromise was reached with the British, the Irish leaders
admitted that change was going to be minimal.
Then I suppose infighting led to the Irish Civil War. At least I knew that Henry was going to live
to inhabit two sequels.
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