THE PEACOCK AND THE SPARROW by I.S. Berry

Shane Collins drinks too much, smokes too much, and has affairs with married women.  He is an American spy in Bahrain during the Arab Spring of 2011.  His career is winding down, not just because of his bad habits, but also because he is in his fifties and is mediocre at his job.  He has recruited Rashid as an informant for the Opposition to the monarchy in power, but Collins is supposed to remain neutral and just report his findings.  However, as things start to heat up, Collins becomes increasingly inclined to take sides, as he is forced to choose whether to be loyal to Rashid or to his superiors.  To further complicate matters, he falls in love with a local artist who is half his age.  Collins is principled with regard to the safety of his informant but not so principled in his love life.  He may be a flawed protagonist, but somehow his flaws just make him that much more human.  Sometimes he is a despicable person, and sometimes he is compassionate.  Sometimes he makes big mistakes, and sometimes he is brilliant. The tension in this book is palpable, especially when Collins occasionally goes rogue and proves that he still has some tricks up his sleeve.  I loved everything about this book—the characters, the twisty plot, and the gritty setting.  On reflection, this novel is largely about manipulation, but the challenge is to figure out who is manipulating whom.  Collins is a manipulator but is also being manipulated.  I think that if you know you’re being manipulated, then it doesn’t count, but being caught unawares in a scheme where you misunderstood your role is a good indication that you are the puppet rather than the puppeteer.

THE FETISHIST by Katherine Min

Kyoko, a singer in a punk rock band, wants to avenge the death of her mother, Emi, whose suicide stemmed from being rejected by a fellow violinist named Daniel.  Kyoko’s attempt at murdering Daniel comically fails, but she and her boyfriend do succeed in kidnapping Daniel while, ironically, he is in the midst of committing his own suicide.  Another of Daniel’s former Asian lovers, Alma, has had to give up her musical career due to MS, and she decides to kill herself on the same day as Daniel’s abduction.  A friend finds her in a coma, and her memories while comatose fill a number of pages in the book.  The title character, apparently, is Daniel, as he seems to follow Alma’s adage, “Once Asian, never again Caucasian,” meaning that all of his lovers after Alma will also be Asian.  For the record, though, his short-lived marriage is to a Caucasian woman.  In any case, Daniel is a cad who reflects on his many transgressions toward women while he is locked in Kyoko’s basement and enduring a steady diet of bologna on white bread, which could be a metaphor, but I’m not sure about that.  My favorite character is Kornell, Kyoko’s boyfriend and drummer in her band, who is literally her partner in crime.  His commitment to Kyoko’s plans for Daniel seems solid, but this is not his fight, and I kept wondering when or if he was going to save Kyoko from herself.  Basically, almost everyone in this book is a musician, and there are dozens of references to classical music pieces here.  I would love to see a list of what composition was played when, where, and by whom.

THE WREN, THE WREN by Anne Enright

Three generations of an Irish family tell their stories, but there’s not really that much to tell.  Phil, now deceased, was a fairly well-known poet who checked out of his marriage for good when his wife developed breast cancer.  His daughter Carmel, whose chapters are third-person for some reason, claims never to have been in love, but she is a single mother to Nell, a twenty-something travel writer for places she has never actually visited.  I would say that Nell, whose uneventful narrative mostly reads like a diary, does travel to some exotic locales later in the book, and I was never clear on how she had the money to do so.  She never knew her famous grandfather and sees and hears him only via old TV interview footage.  Nell’s passion, though, seems to be birds and not just the ones in her grandfather’s poetry.  Oddly enough, Phil’s first person coverage is shorter than that of either of the women, and he is the narcissistic one. His celebrity gave him the right, in his mind, to go ballistic when he couldn’t find his watch, which he happened to be wearing.  My favorite section of the book is where Nell is watching videos of deaf children’s reactions when they receive cochlear implants.  Now that kind of story might be a good basis for a book plot, but this book really does not have one.

LET US DESCEND by Jesmyn Ward

If slaves were such valuable property and so vital to their owners as farmworkers, why did their owners starve them?  Wouldn’t nutrition make them stronger and more efficient?  More puzzling is a slave trader who drags slaves for weeks and miles to market.  Wouldn’t they bring a higher price if they looked strong and well-fed?  Slave owners treated their livestock better.  Annis is a young slave whose mother is sold and whose owner is her biological father.  Hers is a hopeless and dreadful life, as she endures every nature of hardship.  A spirit, who may be benevolent or may have her own agenda, visits Annis from time to time, and I am not generally a fan of magical realism.  With or without the help of this spirit, Annis struggles to survive, although at times I think she just wants to die, and who can blame her, when living is sheer agony.   She has memories of a better life and envisions a life of freedom that does not involve constant fear of capture by the brutal slave patrols; constant anxiety for a runaway is not really freedom. This country was not the land of the free for slaves.  On the contrary, it was a hellacious place to endure.

THIS OTHER EDEN by Paul Harding

This fictional account of the real displacement of the people living on an island off the coast of Maine could have gotten bogged down in sentimentality.  Instead, it is a clear-eyed view of a very small mostly Black population who live in isolation, and we know from the beginning that all of the residents will eventually be evicted and resettled elsewhere or institutionalized.  The novel opens with a gripping account of a flood, and generations later a murder occurs, and this latter time period is when the rest of the action takes place, although the word “action” may not be appropriate, since the pace is pretty slow.  A white man, Matthew Diamond, starts a school there, and despite his disdain for Black people in general, he finds that several of his students are very bright.  One girl becomes a Latin scholar, and another soon exceeds the teacher’s mathematical ability.  A teenage boy, Ethan, a mixed race artist who can pass for white, has exceptional talent and goes to the mainland so that he can attend art school.  One section of the book is devoted to his experiences away from the island, and except for the auspicious beginning of the novel, this section was the most engrossing.  One of the men involved in removing the island residents describes the situation to his wife in very stark and unsavory terms, giving us some idea of why this displacement was allowed to happen.  However, his observations ignore the fact that these people are a loving family to one another and not just poor and dirty nameless beings.  The intermarrying and incest may have ultimately doomed this tiny population anyway, but booting them out of their homes was cruel and unnecessary.

NIGHT WHEREVER WE GO by Tracey Rose Peyton

Six women slaves of varying backgrounds live on a Texas farm that is struggling to make a profit.  Next to the land itself, these women are the most valuable proper that the Lucys own.  Lucy is not their actual surname, but it is the one assigned by the slave women because they associate their devilish owners with Lucifer.  Lashes may be the most frequent punishment, but that does not compare to the anguish they experience over separation from their loved ones.  One woman is in love with a slave on a neighboring plantation, and one hopes to visit her children on a steamboat trip with Mrs. Lucy.  One has a teenage son, also owned by the Lucys, but the other women expect never to see their families again. In order to expand their workforce, the Lucys bring in a slave whose only job is to impregnate the women, but they go to some lengths to thwart this plan.  The problem with this book is that it doesn’t really seem to go anywhere until we get to the very rushed and not entirely clear ending.  I felt so puzzled, let down, and frustrated that I regretted having ever started reading this book.  Inside the dust jacket the blurb has this headline:  “A gripping, radically intimate debut novel about a group of enslaved women staging a covert rebellion against their owners.”  This description is entirely misleading, as it implies more action than actually takes place.

THE WORLD AND ALL THAT IT HOLDS by Aleksandar Hemon

Rafael Pinto steps outside his Jewish family’s pharmacy in Sarajevo and witnesses the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.  Thus begins WWI, and what would seem to be an auspicious beginning for this book.  Pinto lands on the front lines, along with the handsome Osman, and the two become devoted lovers.  The storyline is a series of Pinto’s adventures, including imprisonment, near starvation, a six-year trek across the desert, a sandstorm, and almost wasting away in opium dens.  Pinto becomes the protector of a child named Rahela, who may be Osman’s biological daughter, and whose responsibility is the only thing standing between Pinto and the fulfillment of his death wish.  The storyline here should be exciting, but I found that the writing style does not supply sufficient verve.  A British spy appears in the narrative from time to time to spice things up, but moments that grabbed my attention were just too infrequent.  Also, the author includes many untranslated sentences and songs in Bosnian or German or Spanjol, which is a version of Spanish.  Frankly, I didn’t mind getting to leapfrog these sections, as skipping these foreign phrases propelled me to the finish a little faster.

THE LAZARUS PROJECT by Aleksandar Hemon

Vladimir Brik, a Bosnian native living in the U.S. with his neurosurgeon wife, has decided to write a book about Lazarus Averbuch, a young Jewish man who was killed under suspicious circumstances a century earlier.  Brik uses grant money to research Averbuch’s history in the Balkans, accompanied by an acquaintance from Brik’s Sarajevo days, Rora, a photographer.  The timeline here is fluid, to say the least, as the storyline oscillates between Averbuch’s story and Brik’s travels, which sometimes involve border crossings in cars with reckless drivers who frown on seatbelts.  At times, I got bogged down in the unfamiliar history of the breakup of Yugoslavia, and my attention span waned.  Hemon, however, is quite the wordsmith, especially given that English is not his first language.  For example, here are a couple of my favorite passages.  On page 229, we have the sentence, “Her hair seemed to be ponytailed to the point of pain.”  I love this visual and always admire an author who can convert a noun to a verb with such a vivid result.  Then on page 263, Hemon writes, “The bathroom walls were daubed over with various venereal diseases; the lines between the tiles brimmed with unspeakable ecosystems.”  The image may be yucky, but the metaphors are marvelous.

MOTHERS AND SONS by Adam Haslett

Peter Fischer is a lonely gay immigration lawyer who specializes in asylum cases, many of which involve persecution for sexual orientation.  Until now, Peter has avoided cases involving gay immigrants, possibly because they force him to dredge up his own past.  His relationship with his lesbian mother, a former priest who now co-owns a women’s retreat in Vermont, is strained.  Theirs is just one of several mother/son relationships that support the book title.  We also have Vasel, Peter’s first gay client, whose mother helped get him out of Albania but whom Vasel cannot ask for a letter confirming his homosexuality.  Another client is Sandra, whose son Felipe is terrified that she will be deported back to Honduras and leave him alone in the U.S.  Last but not least is Peter’s sister, Liz, whose 4-year-old son, Charlie, whom she adores, is still not completely potty-trained.  Despite the peaceful tone of this book, its subject matter is anything but peaceful.  I would say that it is an uncomfortable, squirm-inducing read with several violent backstories.  I also found it baffling at times.  How can a traumatized teenager whose mother is a priest not receive any sort of counseling?

Y/N by Esther Yi

Sometimes I read a book, and I think, “Really?”  This is one of those books.  This is not the worst book I’ve ever read, but it’s way down there.  I don’t even know how to classify this book, because it’s so nonsensical.  Borderline fantasy, maybe.  The unnamed first-person narrator is a twenty-something woman living in Berlin. She becomes obsessed with Moon (“mooning” over him), a member of a Korean boy band called the pack of boys.  She writes a fictional story about him, using the placeholder Y/N, so that the reader can insert “Your Name” for the person in a relationship with Moon. When Moon decides to step back from the band in real life, the narrator travels to Seoul on a quest to find him.  She eventually tracks him to a convalescent home called the Sanctuary where she sees a boy who looks like Moon.  Here’s her thought process, from page 154:

“In fact, his resemblance possibly proved he wasn’t Moon.  Similarity precluded equivalence:  If the boy were Moon, I’d never say he looked like Moon, just like I’d never say that I looked like myself.”

This odd deductive logic is my favorite passage in the book, but it’s a good example of how weird the whole thing is.  On the plus side, the cover art is stunning, but you know what they say:  You can’t judge a book by . . . .

BIOGRAPHY OF X by Catherine Lacey

X is a fictional artist and author with a mysterious past and more pseudonyms than you can count on both hands.  Her biographer is C.M. Lucca, a journalist and X’s widow.  The backdrop is alternative history, like Philip Roth’s The Plot Against America.  In 1945, as imagined here, the U.S. was divided into the Southern, Northern, and Western Territories.  The Southern Territory, as you might guess, was extremely right-wing, and X was a rare escapee whose multiple identities helped her evade authorities.  Fact and fiction overlap in odd ways here, as X became friends with David Bowie, Connie Converse, and Susan Sontag, to name a few real-life notables.  Some fictional elements seem to be intentionally outrageous, with real people in different roles with different ideologies, such as the naming of Ronald Reagan as a Green Party presidential candidate.  These humorous asides don’t quite redeem this novel, though, in which Lucca seems to be so much in X’s thrall, even eight years after X’s death, as to be a bit pathetic.  She completely subjugates herself to X, even abandoning her career, which she may be resurrecting by setting the record straight about X’s history.  X is a woman beloved by many, but I didn’t find her the least bit lovable.  She’s definitely enigmatic, disappearing for weeks without explanation, expecting Lucca to carry on in her absence. Most of the remarks that Lucca quotes X as saying are completely incomprehensible and borderline nonsensical.  The photos scattered throughout are a treat, though, and this could be one of those books where it’s more fun to look at the pictures than to read it.

TREMOR by Teju Cole

My idea of a novel includes characters and a plot, but this novel really has only one character and no plot.  Tunde is a Nigerian-American professor and photographer who travels to Mali for a speaking engagement.  Chapter Five contains the entire text of the speech, and perhaps the audio version of this book gives it justice.  In written form, it is meandering and not exactly dazzling, just like the rest of this book.  Chapter Six is a series of first-person vignettes narrated by denizens of Lagos, Nigeria.  (One review suggested that these are Tunde’s interviewees.)  All that aside, I have two major complaints about this book.  First of all, there is a huge amount of discourse on African art and music, most of which was meaningless to me as a non-connoisseur.  Secondly, the narrative changes unexpectedly from third-person to first-person, with a few second-person references in which the “you” is never identified, at least as far as I could tell.  The change to first-person confused me to the point that I wasn’t really sure if the narrator was Tunde, but I assumed that it was.  Then on page 235, four pages from the end, in the middle of all of this first-person prose, we have a sentence that starts with “Tunde is making aviation cocktails with Sean’s help.”  Never mind that I have no idea what an aviation cocktail is.  My real question is whether or not Tunde is now referring to himself in third person, and if Tunde is not talking about himself, who is?  Needlessly frustrating.

THE MANIAC by Benjamin Labatut

I had to put my thinking cap on to read this book.  It centers around the life of John von Neumann, a brilliant physicist and mathematician who worked on the Manhatttan Project and who also co-wrote a book with major implications for the field of economics.  Each chapter in this novel features a different von Neumann acquaintance who sheds light on the man’s personality and intellectual gifts.    The title of the book could be a sort of double entendre, given that von Neumann could be very obsessive about his theories, but he also developed a computer whose acronym was MANIAC.  This book is not as enjoyable as When We Cease to Understand the World, but the last few chapters rescue the rest of the book, although they have little to do with von Neumann.  The last section, entitled “LEE or The Delusions of Artificial Intelligence,” focuses on computer programs written to play chess, and, more importantly, the Chinese game of Go.  The chapters in which an AI program called AlphaGo challenges the best Go player in the world, Lee Sedol, to a 5-game match are fascinating, even to someone like myself who knows nothing about Go.  We get a glimpse into the emotional psyche of Lee Sedol in this last section to about the same degree as we witnessed von Neumann’s reaction to his own successes and frustrations, even though the latter’s story occupies the majority of the book.

BROOKLYN CRIME NOVEL by Jonathan Lethem

Novels like this, especially with “Novel” in the title, should come with a disclaimer stating that its format is atypical.  Like Flights by Olga Tokarczuk, this book has no plot per se but is a series of vignettes.  It does have a bunch of characters, none of whom have proper names, and keeping them organized in my brain was impossible, since all the stories are shaken up and dealt piecemeal throughout the book.  On the plus side, this book takes a nostalgic look at a Brooklyn childhood in the midst of gentrification, despite everyday muggings.  Surprisingly, the muggers described here are mostly not adults, and weapons may be fictitious.  Mothers send their children out into the world with money hidden in their socks and “mugging money” in their pockets to appease the muggers. The problem is that snippets of narrative jump back and forth in time so that characters appear and then don’t appear again until much later.  The ambience that the author generates is vivid, and there’s a whole section on funny muggings, which morph into non-muggings in which the intended victim ingeniously thwarts the muggers.  On the flip side, we have a violent rape and a fake rape, but both the rapist and his non-raping ally have to face consequences.  Life is definitely not fair in this setting, but the author implies that Giuliani’s subsequent “stop and frisk” policy was not necessarily an improvement.

RETURN TO VALETTO by Dominic Smith

Hugh Fisher, a bereaved historian, returns to the Italian village of Valetto where his mother, Hazel Serafino, grew up, but the town now boasts only ten inhabitants.  Four of those are his three aunts and his grandmother, whose one hundredth birthday is approaching.  The family property includes a small cottage, which Hugh inherited from his mother but has now been claimed by Elisa, a chef from Milan. Elisa’s family apparently sheltered Hugh’s grandfather, who deserted his wife and four daughters to join the Resistance during WWII.  Elisa’s arrival on the scene solves at least one mystery—that of the whereabouts of Hugh’s grandfather after he disappeared.  Another mystery crops up when Hugh discovers that Elisa is the daughter of a woman who lived for a time as a refugee with the Serafino family.  Elisa’s mother and Hugh’s mother became great friends as children, but Hugh was never aware that refugee children lived with the Serafinos and has trouble coming to terms with why his mother never mentioned this fact.  Hugh soon finds that there is a lot more about his mother that he does not know, including an event whose details have been suppressed for decades and that only Elisa’s mother can shed light on.  All of the mysteries make for a good solid foundation, but the middle of the book drags, and the pace is almost as lethargic as the town of Valetto.  Ultimately, this is a family story about abandonment and regret, but it is not depressing.  I laughed at what Hugh’s grandmother says on page 37:  “I don’t recommend living a day over eighty-five.  Everything after that is like reading a novel you never liked for the second time.”  Oh my goodness, I hope not, but first, I have to get to eighty-five.

VENGEANCE IS MINE by Marie NDiaye

The translator of this novel tells us that Maitre is the title given to French lawyers, and Maitre Susane is the main character here.  She agrees to take as a client a woman, Marlyne, who drowned her three children, but that crime does not seem to bother her as much as the fact that she may have met the woman’s husband as a child, and that encounter may not have been totally innocent.  Remembrances of this encounter causes a rift between Maitre Susane and her parents—her father in particular—the reason for which I never grasped.  Another case she is pursuing is that of her housekeeper, Sharon, who is seeking legal residency status.  Sharon is an enigma in more ways than one but stubbornly refuses to provide her marriage certificate to Maitre Susane, who requires that document for Sharon’s case.  These two puzzles are never resolved, nor is the title, as far as I am concerned.  Vengeance is whose and for what?  I have to say that I was intrigued by Marlyne the most, especially the two radically different reasons she gives for murdering her children.  Both motives are equally unhinged, and in one description of her motivation, she describes her crime as premediated, but in her other explanation, she claims that she had no plans to kill them until the moment that she decided to do it.  She is a monster but still a more fascinating character than Maitre Susane.

THE MOST by Jessica Anthony

Even at fewer than 150 pages, this book does not exactly zip along.  It takes place over the course of one day in 1957, and the main character, Kathleen, spends the entire time in her apartment complex’s swimming pool.  Of course, there is plenty of reflection on her part as to why she’s lingering in the pool.  We also learn about her husband Virgil’s past, and neither wife nor husband is an ideal marriage partner.  In fact, it’s a wonder this marriage has not already been dissolved.  Virgil’s father, oddly enough, is the catalyst that may lead to some soul-baring sharing of past indiscretions.  Now, about the tennis.  Kathleen is a former standout college tennis player who talked herself out of going pro when she had the opportunity.  My problem, though, is that the tennis terminology used here is messed up, especially on page 82.  Players don’t volley from the baseline.  A volley is a type of shot where the ball is hit in the air before it bounces, and it is used primarily at the net.  Players rally from the baseline, meaning that they exchange a series of shots.  Maybe the author meant the service line instead of the baseline, or maybe the players really did volley from the baseline, meaning that the ball never bounced, but that would be weird.  Plus, a slice doesn’t “soar.”  It is an underspin shot, so that it moves slowly.  Sorry to get bogged down in tennis jargon, but this kind of stuff annoys me, just like bad grammar and misspelled words, neither of which are a problem in this book.  The writing here is good, and there’s sort of a magic word, like “Rosebud” in the movie Citizen Kane.  Clever.

PROPHET SONG by Paul Lynch

Unease escalates into an avalanche of chaos when a totalitarian regime takes over Ireland.  Eilish, a microbiologist, is left to manage her three teenagers and an infant after her husband is detained.  Plus, Eilish’s father’s dementia is getting worse, but he refuses to leave his home.  She has her hands full, and then her seventeen-year-old son joins the rebellion after he receives a conscription notice from the regime.  Eilish’s sister lives in Canada, so that it would behoove her to get the rest of her family out, but she stubbornly refuses to believe that things can get any worse, and she holds out hope that her son and husband will return home.  The situation continues to spin out of control, and the breakneck pace of the novel makes it frightening, to say the least.  In fact, this novel may supplant The Exorcist, which I read in 1974, as the scariest book I have ever read, and there is nothing supernatural about this one.  Also, the title is misleading for a book this gripping that feels all too real.

ORBITAL by Samantha Harvey

Here we glimpse 24 hours inside an orbiting space station on the day of the first moon landing since the Apollo project.  The six characters—four astronauts and two cosmonauts—are in need of a plot in order to keep this reader engaged and awake.  I liked the message of this book a lot more than the book itself, as the author indulges in quite a bit of philosophizing about Planet Earth as this vessel goes around and around.  Monotonous?  Maybe, but the six characters seem to be eternally in awe, seeing Earth from 250 miles away as what should be a borderless utopia.  However, they also witness the effects of pollution and climate change brought on by Earth’s human inhabitants but don’t seem to dwell on our shortcomings.  The book reminds us that everyone who has ever walked on the moon was an American—a fact that one of the Russian cosmonauts laments.  I was also surprised, though I shouldn’t have been, at how steep a toll weightlessness takes on the human body.  No amount of exercise can compensate for the absence of gravity on a body that is supposed to bear its own weight.

ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by S.A. Cosby

What a refreshing departure this book is from the not-so-great critically acclaimed books I’ve read this year.  Ok, maybe refreshing is not the best word for a book about the grisly torture and murder of several Black children, but it definitely held my attention.  Titus Crown is the Black sheriff of a Virginia county with its share of Southern white nationalist racists, including some of Titus’s deputies.  The novel opens with a Black school shooter who kills only one person—a beloved white teacher.  Titus’s deputies bring down the shooter, and the county is divided along race lines in its support of the shooter or the victim, who turns out to be a violent pedophile.  The teacher had a partner in his crimes against children, and that sicko is still at large, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies in his wake.  Titus has his hands full not only with this case but also with his hot-headed brother, a deputy on the take, an old girlfriend who materializes, and his current girlfriend, who is not quite the firecracker that the old girlfriend is.  Plus, Titus is still wracked with guilt over a case that spelled his departure from the FBI and desperately wants a better outcome for this one.  He is a good man and a good sheriff, but he is also serving as a detective here, and we are rooting for him to find the clue that will be the linchpin to identifying the monster who is still out there before the body count goes any higher.

CROOK MANIFESTO by Colson Whitehead

It’s the 1970s, and Ray Carney has retired from fencing stolen goods, but now he needs to score sold-out Jackson Five concert tickets for his daughter.  Really?  Pair that with the “one last job” plot, and I’m not exactly on board.  The author mashes together several other plots, several years apart, and I found the book very difficult to follow.  Ray is not even as prominent a character as his friend Pepper, who serves as security guard, crime solver, and locater of missing persons.  Arson is rampant throughout Harlem during this time period apparently, thanks to firebugs like a movie director named Zippo, for obvious reasons, and corrupt politicians who line their pockets with urban renewal kickbacks.  The cops are all on the take, of course, but when they started murdering each other, I was taken aback.  The setting may be bleak, but Colson Whitehead is still quite a wordsmith, and I marvel at some of the dynamite sentences he creates.  On page 15, he writes, “He conjured the lonely scene awaiting Foster at home. . .hoisting squealing grandchildren all day like barbells.”   Then on page 195, he says, “Then again, Pepper himself had visited ten of these United States—eleven if you count Connecticut. . .   A cup of coffee costs the same all over and the person who serves it is miserable in the same way. . .”.  Still, great sentences do not necessarily make a great novel, and I just prefer something that hangs together a little better.

LOOT by Tania James

Abbas is a teenager who does woodworking in 18^th century India, alongside his brothers and his father.  His talent for making beautiful toys has come to the attention of the local ruler, despite Abbas’s father’s disdain for such trivial pursuits.  Soon Abbas finds himself employed to carve a large tiger that will also roar and play music; a French clockmaker named Du Leze will supply the sound effects.  This collaboration launches Abbas on an unexpected life of adventure that includes a deadly battle, a sea voyage, an attempted heist, and a conflagration.  I devoured this novel that features a variety of settings, an eventful plot, and charming characters.  Who could ask for more?  Plus, although the characters here are fictional, the tiger that was created for a sultan actually does exist and is currently on display at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.  I must add a visit there to my bucket list.

THE GREAT RECLAMATION by Rachel Heng

Is modernization a good thing or a bad thing?  It is certainly disruptive to the ecosystem and a way of life that depends on that ecosystem.  On page 355, the main character, Ah Boon, suggests “… perhaps there was a way for progress and past to coexist.”  Then again, maybe not.  He witnesses—and participates in--the evolution of Singapore, starting with the WWII occupation by the Japanese, and continuing until 1963, when Singapore is on the brink of becoming a burgeoning first-world entity.  At the beginning Ah Boon is a seven-year-old boy in a fishing village, but he is not a hardy youngster like his older brother.  His uncle, who becomes the family patriarch, wants Ah Boon to follow in his father’s footsteps as a fisherman.  The girl whom Ah Boon has grown up with and whom he loves dearly wants him to join the fight for Communism.  Ah Boon soon embarks on a totally different path when a new community center is built nearby.  I liked the historical aspect of this novel and the fact that the changes that Singapore endured are seen through Ah Boon’s eyes.   I also admired the author’s ability to remain neutral and not take sides in the clash between traditional ways and infrastructure improvements.  However, I needed something to hold my attention, and that something was lacking.

THE MIGHTY RED by Louise Erdrich

Kismet Poe is graduating from high school and has two boyfriends.  One of them, Gary, is a popular athlete with a tendency toward recklessness, but he presents Kismet with an engagement ring, and she is too shocked to say no.  Her other boyfriend, Hugo, is planning to find a job in the oil fields so that he can earn enough money to win Kismet’s affection, whether she is married to Gary or not.  As for Kismet, she seems smart and industrious but allows Gary to coax her into a marriage she doesn’t really want.  Why she cannot extricate herself from this plan is somewhat of a mystery.  Her mother, Crystal, is devastated that Kismet is abandoning her college plans to marry Gary, while Gary’s mother is ecstatically planning a lavish wedding.  After Kismet reluctantly and hilariously says her wedding vows, she becomes something of a Cinderella figure, but Gary is no prince.  We, and Kismet, finally become privy to the details of an event that puts Gary in an even worse light, if that is even possible.  Since this book takes place in an agricultural community, Erdrich manages to weave in her concerns about the ecological impact of sugar beet farming, but she also sprinkles in more humor than I recall from her other novels.  In fact, this is my favorite book of hers since The Master Butchers Singing Club.  Crystal and Kismet are the delightful anchors here, and the storyline makes for an entertaining read.  Even Gary, with all his flaws, is more pathetic than despicable.

SAM by Allegra Goodman

The first half of this book made me anxious, but I stuck with it, and I’m glad I did.  The title character is a petulant child, and she is the chief anxiety producer.  Her single mother, Courtney, is a saint—working two jobs to make sure that her two children have better opportunities than she had.  Sam’s ability to climb door frames inspires her ne’er-do-well father to take her to a climbing gym, and thus begins Sam’s love/hate relationship with climbing.  The narrative recounts Sam’s life until she is about nineteen or so, making this a true coming-of-age novel.  As difficult as she is as a child, she is worse as a teenager, making some very wrong-headed decisions.  The second half of the book becomes much more palatable, as she falls in with a group of twenty-something-year-old rock climbers.  She may not be their peer age-wise, but she is the best climber, and she seems to be making progress toward figuring out what she wants in life.  Lapses in judgment still plague her, though, as does regret regarding her relationship with her father.  The fact that her mother maintains her sanity through all of Sam’s screw-ups is what gave me hope that Sam would find her way to adulthood with her own sanity intact.  Failures can be learning experiences, and Sam has plenty of those on which to build.  Climbing is almost too obvious a metaphor here.  When Sam falls, she dusts herself off and launches herself right back up the boulder.

THE CHALK ARTIST by Allegra Goodman

At its heart, this book is a love story, and it is almost as addictive as the immersive video games described in it.  You can somewhat predict what happens when a very talented artistic young man named Collin---meets the daughter—Nina—of a mogul who owns a video game empire called Arkadia.  This book predates Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by years, and I liked this one much better, although I have to say that the gaming sections were not my favorites.  A side plot involves two sibling students at the high school where Nina teaches English lit.  One of those student’s schoolwork is suffering, since he sometimes games all night, aided and abetted by a female Arkadia employee—Daphne.  She has a dark allure that even Collin falls victim to, jeopardizing his relationship with Nina.  I felt that Arkadia was the villain here, somewhat personified by Daphne, replacing real life with a soul-grabbing fantasy world and preying on teenagers.  However, novels can be immersive as well, and one could argue that some of us are addicted to books, so who am I to judge gamers for their obsession or, for that matter, gaming companies for giving them what they want?  Then again, I don’t know any compulsive readers whose personal lives suffer because of books, do I?

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND by Allegra Goodman

I did not realize until after I had finished this book that it was intended for a young audience.  No matter.  Also, it’s even more relevant now than it was when it came out seventeen years ago.  Climate change is an increasingly bigger problem, and kudos to Allegra Goodman for writing about it in language accessible to all.  Honor is a 10-year-old girl in a dystopian society, and her parents are not conforming to the will of Earth Mother, a corporate entity that makes the rules.  The school system is molding the students into Stepford children, who are punished for any infraction that defies or questions the government’s restrictions.  Everyone knows that non-compliant parents will be “disappeared,” and their children will become orphans who have to board at the school.  Honor is terrified that her parents will meet this fate if they don’t start behaving in the manner expected of them.  This reversal of who is rebelling—the parent rather than the child—begs the question of whether or not safety is in obedience or in refusing to be subject to the constraints of a repressive society.

OUR SHARE OF NIGHT by Mariana Enriquez

When I think of horror stories, I think of Stephen King, but this book is not on a par with his stuff at all.  In fact, it is Dull with a capital D and totally lacks suspense.  Maybe some of its punch was lost in translation, but I doubt it.  The first part of the book is about Juan Peterson, whose parents sold him as a child to the Order—a privileged group of sorcerers.  Juan is a medium who can summon the Darkness—a supernatural presence which supposedly has the power to grant immortality.  The Darkness, however, gets hungry, and the members of the Order are happy to supply the Darkness with human sacrifices.  Yep.  Also, anyone who ventures too close to the Darkness is likely to lose a limb.  Summoning the Darkness takes its toll on Juan’s fragile physical health, and the Order wants his son Gaspar to take over his duties.  Juan does everything in his power to protect Gaspar from becoming the Order’s puppet, and sometimes his protection techniques are violently abusive, causing Gaspar to be quite conflicted about his relationship with his father.  The dynamic between Gaspar and Juan was, for me, what gave the novel some heart, but otherwise it’s just a long and unpleasant slog through cemeteries, mass graves, and houses that are bigger on the inside than on the outside.

BLACKOUTS by Justin Torres

This is my first exposure to erasure poetry, which I had never even heard of until now.  Chunks of an existing text—in this case, a real study of homosexuals from the 1930s called Sex Variants—are blacked out, so that the visible text forms something new.  Photos abound in this book, including those of the erasure poetry, which were definitely above my pay grade.  Suffice it to say that the non-traditional format of this book rendered it too cerebral for me.  Basically, an unnamed gay narrator is trading stories with an elderly gay man named Juan, who is dying.  These two men met in a mental institution, and now they are swapping stories, sometimes describing events as if describing a movie—a clever way to set the scene more vividly.  The book is a mixture of fact and fiction and may be semi-autobiographical, but one of my chief beefs is that I found it difficult to decipher who was talking—Juan or the narrator, whom Juan calls “nene.”  There are pages and pages of dialog with no identification as to who is saying what, except that occasionally the speaker addresses Juan or nene, so that we know that the other character is speaking.  There is some fascinating history here, particularly with regard to homosexuality as a mental health condition, but if this book was a test, I failed.

WELLNESS by Nathan Hill

I am giving this book four stars, but I may have more negatives than positives to say about it.  On the positive side, the opening chapter and the ending are marvelous.  However, the middle sections sink into the tedium of a marriage that has lost its luster with a tantrum-prone child who refuses to eat anything but mac and cheese.  The wife/mother, Elizabeth, is a behavioral scientist of sorts who administers a psychological test to Jack on their first date—unbeknownst to Jack.  She also tries a behavioral modification experiment on her son, but she realizes that the test is flawed when her son explains why he failed.  I found this kind of stuff fascinating.  Also, in an effort to spice up their marriage, Elizabeth convinces Jack to attend an event where spouse-swapping may occur.  This possibility perked up my interest, but the whole scene fizzles.  Even more annoying are multiple chapters describing various algorithms ostensibly used by facebook.  Ugh.  A major tragedy that took place during Jack’s childhood is not revealed until very late in the book, and I didn’t really understand the reason for this delay.  Plus, I don’t know if Jack ever tells Elizabeth about it.  Both Jack and Elizabeth are estranged from their parents who are seriously flawed—envious of their own children.  Jack reunites briefly with his father over social media, trying unsuccessfully to deter his father from buying into conspiracy theories.  Given their lack of good relationship role models, it’s a wonder Jack and Elizabeth’s marriage is not a bigger mess than it is.

HOLLY by Stephen King

The title character is a private investigator who has been hired by the mother of a missing young woman named Bonnie.  We readers know that Bonnie was abducted by two conniving and depraved elderly professors—Emily and Rodney Harris.  In other words, this is a thriller but not a mystery, or at least not a whodunnit.  We also know that Bonnie is not the first abductee whom the Harrises have locked in a cage and forced to eat putrid raw liver.  What?  In fact, we get to know all of the victims, so that the grisly fate that befalls them is all the more heartbreaking.  Holly is diligent in her quest to find out not only what happened to Bonnie but to determine if a serial killer is at work, as she becomes aware of one disappearance after another.   What these victims have in common, besides being acquainted with the Harrises, is that their disappearance is not deemed strange enough to warrant investigation, at least until Bonnie comes along.  Even in Bonnie’s case, the police are not entirely convinced that a crime has taken place.  If gruesome stories are not your thing, then you are probably not going to pick up a Stephen King book anyway, but be warned that he pulls no punches here.  Holly as our intrepid sleuth has no idea what motive is behind these abductions, but we readers learn soon enough and can only hope that Holly will prevent any further abductions.

FAIRY TALE by Stephen King

“The past is history.  The future is a mystery.”  I had never heard this saying before reading this book, but I plan to quote it often.  Seventeen-year-old Charlie Reade loses his mother to an accident and then is basically losing his father to alcoholism.  He attributes his father’s eventual recovery to a bargain Charlie made in a prayer and then goes out of his way to perform good deeds, including befriending and taking care of his grumpy, reclusive neighbor, Mr. Bowditch.  The reason for the title does not become apparent until about two hundred pages in.  Then Charlie embarks on a magical but dangerous adventure in an effort to rejuvenate Bowditch’s dog.  OK, I think we need a more pressing motive here, but then Charlie finds a kingdom in need of a superhero.  Whether or not Charlie fits the bill remains to be seen, but the author goes wild with the fairy tale references, plus some homage to the movies Star Wars and Gladiator.  I actually found the first part of the book more engaging and something of a feel-good story while Charlie was repaying the gratitude he felt for his father’s sobriety.  The fantasy that follows is a swashbuckling kind of thrill ride but also very predictable.

COLORED TELEVISION by Danzy Senna

Jane, a novelist, and her husband, Lenny, a visual artist, are house-sitting for Jane’s friend Brett in his opulent L.A. home while Brett is in Australia.  Jane is writing a sprawling novel about mulattos, like herself, and Lenny is working on paintings for a show in Japan.  Their credit card debt is mounting, but they are treating Brett’s possessions as their own, even drinking all of his very expensive vintage wines.  When Jane finishes her novel and her editor tells her that it will tank Jane’s career if published, Jane decides to take a page out of Brett’s book, so to speak, and get work in television.  Lying to her husband and to Brett about the fate of her novel, among other things, Jane soon finds that she has spun a tangled web of lies that is probably going to unravel at some point and cause her life to spiral out of control.  The first one hundred pages or so of this book fell completely flat for me, and then it became a book about a woman doing incredibly stupid and dishonest things.  I just totally ran out of sympathy for Jane, who aspires to Brett’s lifestyle but is going about it all wrong.  Eventually we discover that she is not even the most deceitful character in the book, nor does she have the gumption to confront that person, perhaps because she is just as guilty herself.  There is some karma in the stealing-of-intellectual-property department, but, other than that, everyone here gets off the hook too easily.

IRON FLAME by Rebecca Yarros

Buckle up!  Fourth Wing was not a one-hit wonder, as this follow-up is just as breathtaking.  The author keeps a lot of plates spinning in the air without dropping a single one.  Violet and Xaden tackle a whole new set of problems in this world of dragons and magic that includes wielding lightning and commanding shadows.  Here we get some additional insight into Xaden’s past, some of which does not sit well with Violet.  I finally realized that their world does not seem so primitive, since magic basically replaces electronics, particularly when it comes to communication.  Magic even fuels their lighting.  Does it go too far?  Maybe occasionally, as new forms of magic keep popping up.  I can’t help wondering how much of this was in the author’s master plan and how much she makes up as she goes.  In any case, it’s a thrill a minute and a wildly exhilarating reading experience, with frantic battles, moral dilemmas, and a steamy love story that never quite settles into a comfortable relationship.  As for the non-human characters, Violet’s huge dragon, Tairn, gets all the best lines.

THE BIRD HOTEL by Joyce Maynard

Irene’s name used to be Joan, but her mother’s involvement in a radical group’s bomb detonation forces her and her grandmother to adopt new identities.  Then another tragedy strikes in Irene’s life. She contemplates suicide but instead impulsively joins a group of strangers on their bus headed south of the border.  She has left all her belongings behind, but she does have her passport, thinking that it might be useful in identifying her body after jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.  A man on the bus implausibly gives her $1500, and she eventually lands at a small hotel somewhere in Central America.  Despite this auspicious start, the rest of the book is mostly serene, and the pace is just too pokey.  Even devastating natural disasters and personal betrayals seem to be accepted as par for the course, although maybe nothing is as bad as what Irene has already been through.  I just felt that this novel lacked zing, despite the revolving door of characters who stay at the hotel.  It also has way too much foreshadowing for my taste; I prefer to be surprised.  I did like that the author dishes out a heavy helping of karma for the scoundrels.

THE BERRY PICKERS by Amanda Peters

There is just not enough happening in this novel.  I guess you could say that it is long on characters and short on plot.  A four-year-old Indigenous girl from Nova Scotia named Ruthie disappears from a Maine berry farm in 1962 where her family works every year.  The family receives only cursory help from local law enforcement in searching for her, and that racial bias repeats itself when her older brother is killed in a fight, trying to protect a drunken man.  Ruthie then re-emerges as Norma with a white family, questioning why her skin is darker but receiving flimsy answers.  As an adult, her biological brother Sam recognizes her in Boston and calls to her by her birth name, which she recognizes, but her white mother’s sister whisks her away.  The only real mystery here is how Ruthie/Norma got from point A (her real family) to point B (her white family).  That’s all I really wanted to know.  The writing is good, with a few grammatical annoyances that may or may not have been intentional, but the book overall just did not offer any other incentive to keep reading.  A side plot involves her biological brother Joe who becomes volatile and then a wanderer as he deals with guilt related to both siblings’ deaths, but his story is just not that compelling.  Neither is Norma’s, for that matter, given that she never makes an effort to find out her true story until she overhears a conversation that shocks her into reality.

THE MAYTREES by Annie Dillard

Toby Maytree is a poet in Cape Cod, but his poetry is pretty straightforward, compared to the writing in this novel.  Are all of Annie Dillard’s books like this?  Maytree’s wife is Lou, an artist and a woman of few words, and she eventually has a son named Petie.  Then everything changes, but I won’t go into that and spoil pretty much the entire plot.  The book flap describes the prose here as “spare,” but I think the People magazine review, which calls it “oblique,” is more accurate.  Non sequiturs frequently appear in otherwise normal paragraphs that I thought I understood until I realized that I didn’t.  I was constantly confused about the characters’ ages, for example.  On the plus side, I found many sentences that state succinctly an illuminating thought about life in general or describe a person or place perfectly.  For example, on page 24, we have this:  “Jane’s hair overwhelmed two barrettes and a rubber band.”  However, these gems just do not compensate for the obscure allusions, over-the-top vocabulary, and weird word usage, such as “every last man jack” on page 126.  What does that mean?  OK, I looked it up, and I gather it’s a common idiom, just not one that I was familiar with.  Now I am.

THE WEDDING PEOPLE by Alison Espach

What a treat this fluffy but delightful crowd-pleaser of a book is.  It is so much fun, even though Phoebe, the protagonist, does not like the word “fun.”  It is also fun-ny.  My favorite line is on page 147, when a particularly acerbic character says, “Littering is a slippery slope.”  OK, you have to read this line in context for it to be funny, and it seems somehow disrespectful to describe a book as funny when the main character is initially planning her suicide.  Phoebe decides to do the deed in a swanky hotel where all the other rooms are occupied by a wedding party, and she soon gets swept up in their family dramas.  Lila, the uber-rich bride, is aghast that Phoebe might ruin her wedding by committing suicide, but obviously we would not have a book if Phoebe actually went through with it.  I didn’t even mind that the plot is totally predictable, because it’s so entertaining.  And, for a beach read, or for any read for that matter, the characters are exceptionally vivid.  I sometimes found it disconcerting that the author would paraphrase part of a conversation, but I was OK with that.  I just have one question:  What are side bangs?  We are talking about hair here.

HAPPY PLACE by Emily Henry

Harriet’s happy place is Sabrina’s Maine cottage where they and their good friend Cleo spend a blissful week with their significant others every year.  This year is bittersweet, as it will be their last, since Sabrina’s father is selling the cottage.  (Why doesn’t Sabrina just buy it??)  Unbeknownst to everyone else, Harriet and her fiancé, Wyn, broke up five months ago, but he is there anyway, making things awkward so that Harriet’s happy place is not so happy.  Emily Henry’s ever-sparkling dialog does not quite offset the formulaic plot this time, and Harriet and Wyn’s witty repartee does not bring them any closer to solving the dilemma that broke them up in the first place.  These two perfectly exemplify a communication breakdown.  I loved all the characters in Book Lovers, not just the leading pair, but here the other characters seem very one-dimensional, or maybe even zero-dimensional, and don’t really contribute anything to the storyline.  As for plot, there’s really not much.  Maybe I loved Book Lovers because it was my first Emily Henry exposure, and now this book just feels like a cheap imitation.

BAD SUMMER PEOPLE by Emma Rosenblum

A young boy discovers a dead body in the intriguing opening to this book, but the rest was a disappointment.  The title should be Bad Shallow People, although “bad” is really too nice a word for these despicable rich folks with no conscience.  Cheating with one’s husband’s best friend and cooking the books at the tennis club are mild compared to the other dirty deeds performed here.  By the end I realized that these awful people were even more unscrupulous than I thought.  I know this book is supposed to be funny and satirical, but it did not strike me as either.  The characters are almost all mean-spirited, and their actions just become increasingly outrageous as the book progresses.  The references to the competitiveness at the tennis tournament struck a chord with me, as a tennis player, but the rest was just not my thing. I was surprised that a twenty-year-old could work as a bartender in New York, but he is one of the few who is mostly innocent of any wrongdoing.  Even a woman not on Fire Island, where the action takes place, concocts a false sexual harassment accusation against a co-worker, jeopardizing his job.  Retribution here is way worse than the crime being avenged, so that everyone has to watch their step—sometimes quite literally.

YELLOWFACE by R.F. Kuang

My favorite novel involving plagiarism is Old School by Tobias Wolff, which took place long before social media became a thing.  This book has a lot in common with The Plot by Jean Hanff Korelitz, which did involve online harassment, and in both cases the character being harassed is guilty of plagiarism.  The Korelitz book is more of a mystery, but I think I would have appreciated this book more if it were not so similar.  In this book, June, a mediocre writer, steals the book draft of her dead friend, Athena, who is a celebrated Asian-American author.  June is vilified not only because she is suspected of plagiarism but also because, as a white woman, the resulting book about the Chinese Labour Corps in WWI is considered “inauthentic.”  Kuang gives a nod here to American Dirt, which was similarly criticized.  How much of June’s novel is her own work is not really clear, but the fact that she stole the idea and the plot causes her to vacillate between mind-numbing guilt and brazen indignation toward her accusers.  June rationalizes her actions in every way possible, even viewing the stolen novel as payback to Athena for stealing June’s personal story about a possible rape.  I enjoyed this book very much for the most part, but June’s constant hand-wringing and obsession with public perception of her book became tedious at times.  She occasionally falls into a state of deep depression but cannot stop herself from reading the online allegations and negative reviews.  Rarely, though, does she consider coming clean about the origins of the book.  Once the lie is out there, she can’t unsay it and chooses instead to dig in her heels.

BABEL by R.F. Kuang

Three foreign-born students, two men and one woman, enter the translation program at Oxford in the 1800s.  They become fast friends as outsiders, along with one native British student, as they prepare for a career in magic.  Does this sound Harry-Potterish?  It did to me, but this story is much darker, and the magic involves pairs of words in different languages that are inscribed on silver bars.  If etymology is your thing, this is the book for you, but I just found it tedious after a while.  Robin Swift, self-named after his English biological father snatches him from a cholera epidemic in Canton, China, is the main character.  He and his two best friends, one from Calcutta and one from Haiti, wrestle with their identity and struggle for acceptance, despite being native speakers of languages much in demand in their curriculum.  In fact, the silver bars, housed in an Oxford tower called Babel, basically control everything in the UK, from the water supply to transportation.  When a former student tries to recruit Robin for clandestine Robin-Hood-like purposes, Robin has to reevaluate his role in a global power grab.  Ultimately, the question for Robin is whether the end justifies the means and whether he wants to risk deportation or incarceration.  He also grapples with the question of whether the future that has been laid out for him is really what he wants or whether he would be happier if he had never left China.  I like the premise, but this book is just too long, and the final standoff goes on seemingly forever.  Also, I do not like footnotes in a work of fiction, and this novel has tons of them.  They would have driven me even crazier if I had read this on a kindle.

ABSOLUTION by Alice McDermott

Alice McDermott’s novels are generally somewhat sedate, but this one takes place in Saigon during the early 1960s.  However, the young wives of American engineers and intelligence personnel are rarely in dangerous circumstances, especially if they stick to their villas, protected by walls and barbed wire.  Our first-person narrator, Patricia, soon comes under the influence of Charlene, a “dynamo” who is determined to spread a little cheer to the Vietnamese people, including a leper colony and the children’s ward of a hospital.  Whether the trinkets and Saigon Barbies she distributes are really worth the time and effort is questionable, and a gift she bestows at the end is beyond the pale.  Decades later back in the States, Charlene’s daughter and a kind young man named Dominic that Patricia knew in Saigon are neighbors in Maryland, and this coincidence seems unlikely and unnecessary.  His story is a compelling one, but I think it could have been conveyed via a different pathway.  Even more unlikely is the fact that my favorite line in the book is actually a quote from Stalin:  “If one man dies of hunger, that is a tragedy.  If millions die, that is a statistic.”  What a sad but true statement, and it applies to more types of fatalities than just hunger.