tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62777754679767336602024-03-17T01:53:39.136-04:00Axe for the frozen sea<center><i>“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.” </i></center>
<center>Franz Kafka</center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-60195223571026656162013-12-30T17:13:00.000-05:002013-12-30T17:13:42.040-05:00JOANNA WOŹNICZKO-CZECZOTT „MACIERZYŃSTWO NON-FICTION. RELACJA Z PRZEWROTU DOMOWEGO"<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Super książka. Pani Joanna pisze inteligentnie, z dowcipem i bez zakłamania. Ja ryczałam ze śmiechu w trakcie czytania niektórych rozdziałów (szczególnie ten o niewyspaniu i makabrycznych kołysankach na melodię Z popielnika na wojtusia). Dosłownie. Bo macierzyństwo to jest taki obłęd, gdzie „już tylko śmiać się lub płakać” w grę nie wchodzi i jedynie obie czynności wykonywane jednocześnie wydają się jak najbardziej naturalne. Dzięki książce </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">„</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Macierzyństwo non-fiction</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> o swoim stanie psychicznym coraz częściej „Zniewolony Umysł” Czesława Miłosza na myśl jej przychodzi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bardzo tej książki potrzebowałam i bardzo jestem wdzięczna pani Joannie, że ją napisała.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-80994942334728539702013-02-13T01:11:00.000-05:002013-02-13T01:11:14.735-05:00Death in Breslau by Marek Krajewski, translated by Danusia StokRating<br />
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This was one crazy ride. I've been reading thrillers/mysteries/crime fiction for many years now. Therefore I'm not exactly a novice in this department. With my conscience clean and easy, I would place Mr. Krajewski's historical crime novel among the best in this genre and beyond. Beyond, since Death in Breslau is one of those gems that blur the boundaries between several genres and display in front of a reader serious literary talents of the books' creators. And such indeed is the case with Death in Breslau. It is rightly called noir, with all the characters exhibiting various stages of moral and ethical decomposition. No superhero cop rising above corruption and other earthly traps will be found here. This one truly is a gritty, hardcore murder investigation set in a world of brutality, violence, death and ambiguous morals, a world where you either eat or get eaten. And sometimes not until your last breath do you know whether you're dying as prey or predator. <br />
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Hidden within the folds of the crime novel is an unexpected treasure of historical fiction. Marek Krajewski paints a fascinating portrait of interwar Breslau, a German name for the city of Wroclaw, Poland, then under German occupation. It's a little embarrassing to admit but despite having been born and years later lived my wildest college years in my beautiful Wroclaw, I'd shown precious little knowledge or appreciation for the history within the brick walls of buildings, cathedrals, little side alleys and bridges (Breslau really is perceived by many as a city of islands because the rivers cut through it from all sides) that were part of my life a few years back just as they became the setting for Death in Breslau and a part of the lives of Inspector Mock, Herbert Anwaldt, other policemen, Gestapo officers, debauched aristocrats and prostitutes. Despite the gruesome murders and an uneasy atmosphere inundated with foreboding of what evil was yet to come (WWII), despite that ethical and moral decay slowly taking root in all who become entangled in the search for and the hiding of the truth, Mr. Krajewski gave us beauty too - the architectural beauty and the natural charm of Breslau, this majestic city that to this day retains all the appeal and is as a matter of fact rapidly becoming the cultural center of Europe. I'm waxing nostalgic here but hey, Wroclaw is and always has been worthy of every ounce of nostalgia poured over it :D.<br />
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Most importantly, in a true spirit of crime fiction, the plot is captivating and you'll find yourself utterly engaged in looking for the killer/s along with Eberhardt Mock and his sidekick from Berlin, Herbert Anwaldt. It's especially worthy of praise how the book's author developed these two characters who while playing the roles of 'the good guys' are probably the two most morally ambiguous people in the whole story. Mock and Anwaldt belong to the grey world of the 'not wholly good but not entirely evil either' human beings. Because of that, these two elements (totally my term of endearment) are also the most realistic characters in this story. Why, you ask? Because humans are nothing, if we're not morally ambiguous. Those Jean Claude Van Damme or Steven Segal cop characters belong in the fantasy world that is a close and good neighbor of Disneyworld. They do not exist. Mocks and Anwaldts, on the other hand, very much so. <br />
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I'm very happy and very excited to see that the Polish literary crime world counts among its ranks such a talented writer as Marek Krajewski. His prose is smart, intelligent but never ostentatious or, goodness forbid, condescending. When I was reading Death in Breslau, I was experiencing a creation of a confident writer, who knows where he belongs on the crime fiction and literary scene and who is fervently carving out a permanent place among the talents of the European Noir. He deserves it too.<br />
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<b><u>A Note On Translation</u></b><br />
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<i>Death in Breslau</i> has been translated from Polish by <a href="http://storkpress.co.uk/translators/danusia-stok/" target="_blank">Danusia Stok</a>. Ms. Stok is a very accomplished and skilled translator bringing Polish books to the UK market for quite some time. I believe she is less known in the American publishing market, an unfortunate situation which I greatly hope is in the process of being remedied. Her translation of Krajewski's novel was really good, the potential obstacle or challenge of dealing with German names and phrases and Latin sayings sprinkled throughout, all to never break the flow of the narrative in the translation of the main text seemed to not have been a challenge at all. Danusia Stok is the necessary half to Krajewski's in forming a literary tandem to give the English world a hearty bite of the Polish mystery genre.<br />
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FTC: I received an e-galley of<i> Death in Breslau</i> by Marek Krajewski from the publisher, <a href="http://www.mhpbooks.com/" target="_blank">Melville House</a> via <a href="http://edelweiss.abovethetreeline.com/ProductDetailPage.aspx?sku=1612191649#pd-links" target="_blank">Edelweiss</a>.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-30217914831163430172013-02-03T20:00:00.000-05:002013-02-04T07:20:48.845-05:00Stone Upon Stone by Wiesław Myśliwski, translated by Bill JohnstonRating<br />
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Nostalgia is the first word that comes to my mind after finishing this outstanding novel. Because if Szymek's life and my life are separated by decades, I spent half of my life (the first 15 years) pretty much living with my peasant grandparents on their farm. And I loved them, that life and I'm more a peasant myself than a city girl nowadays, even though I've had my share of big cities' living. What I'm driving at here is that every day of Szymek's life spent with his parents, farming the land and observing or not observing the traditions, was my life too and my maternal grandparents' and my mom's, her siblings' and our entire huge family's. I cannot believe how accurately Mr. Myśliwski depicted the realities of post-war Polish peasantry and beginnings of Stalinist government taking roots in our country. It was actually uncanny to read the minutest details, such as the way Szymek's mother cut the loaf of bread (this is how I learned and used to do it) to the father yelling at Szymek, "Dear God, hold me back or I'll kill him, I'll kill him like a dog!" (I remember my grandpa yelling the same way at my uncles, and yes they were adults but for us kids it was funny as hell) and realize those are all the things that happened in my life. Anyway, so far it's all personal, I know but to me that is the most important part of <i>Stone Upon Stone</i>. Also, when you do get to read it, it's not all exaggerated, sentimentalized, romanticized view of the things long past. It's all true, exactly the way we, peasants lived in Poland for decades, including the parties, drinking and bloody fights, and the love of land above all. Nothing's made up. Historically, all details are very accurate. Shit, I even remember the scythes and helping my grandpa with their sharpening using the whetstone and I'm not ancient (measly 35) :D.<br />
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Word and language mastery are the next three words staying in my mind all the time I was reading <i>Stone Upon Stone</i>. The author writes beautifully and gives the power of words their due. Life wisdom and insight into human nature abound. And even though it is written in a stream of memory, it's not the same as stream of consciousness and as a real stream, it flows smoothly and easily.<br />
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That's wisdom. Simple it may be but profound nonetheless. And the form mirrors the philosophy contained within it. Really, this novel is a masterpiece in its form, in its content and in its message. But most importantly, it's a tribute to farmers and rural Poland. I can't imagine anyone better suited for such an important role than Mr. Wiesław Myśliwski. A great, memorable read to which I'll be returning more than once.<br />
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<i>Stone Upon Stone</i> (Kamien na kamieniu) was translated from Polish by <a href="http://www.archipelagobooks.org/trans.php?id=2" target="_blank">Bill Johnston</a>. The fact that this translation got three translation awards in 2012 - <a href="http://www.pen.org/blog/announcing-2012-pen-literary-awards-recipients" target="_blank">PEN Translation Prize</a>, <a href="http://www.rochester.edu/College/translation/threepercent/index.php?id=3928" target="_blank">Best Translated Book Award</a>, American Association of Teachers of Slavic and East European Prize (AATSEEL) - pretty much speaks for itself. I must say that Mr. Johnston did a superb job translating Myśliwski's novel and he did the Polish language proud. I'm looking forward to more translations of his in the future. And apparently, in 2014 there is going to be another novel by Wiesław Myśliwski, <i>Treatise on Shelling Beans</i>, translated by Bill Johnston hitting the American market in 2014.<br />
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FTC: I purchased a copy of <i>Stone Upon Stone</i> by Wiesław Myśliwski.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-13976984161656266442013-01-11T09:25:00.000-05:002013-01-11T11:39:57.514-05:00Open Road Media - Not All is Lost in Publishing, After All.<div style="text-align: center;">
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Just so there is no doubt about my integrity as a blogger and as a reader, the following post is <u>not a paid advertisement</u>, nor have I received any e-books from the publisher gratis that would prompt me to say the praise I do. I have purchased Open Road Media titles <u>with my own money and now own 23 books </u>published by them. In comparison, I have received, <u>upon my request</u>, four e-books for review from Open Road. I hope that clears the question of integrity and any hidden motives. My motives are out in the open: <u>saying thank you for doing a great job :-)</u></div>
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It is not very often that I write about publishers. Most of the time, I'm more interested in literature and reading than in the companies that allow me to have access to that literary world. However, precisely because of what I just wrote, I realized that my attitude may be unfair and equal attention should be paid to both, even though my love of books will always take precedence.<br />
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I won't beat the dead horse here speaking of the future of publishing. Others have done it better and more extensively than I ever would. My short opinion here is only shared as an introduction to why I chose to make a publisher a main subject of this post. Amid the outcries that publishing is breathing its last, that e-readers, e-books and self-publishing are taking over the world so tightly held in the hand of traditional-format books, I am not worried in the least. Yes, the change is happening as I'm writing this. But change is good. Change is progress. Without change, we still would be burned on the stake for daring to read the Bible ourselves, instead of relying on the Church to read it to us (in the language the masses couldn't even understand). I like to go forward with the times. Consequently, I like and appreciate publishers who are open-minded and bold enough to go forward with the times as well.<br />
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Enter, <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/" target="_blank">Open Road Integrated Media</a>. This is the forward thinking company with people equally willing to see and make change happen.<br />
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And they do indeed come through on their promises.<br />
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Celebrating the past - <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/kahlil-gibran" target="_blank">check</a>.<br />
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Building the future - <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/blog/2012-12-06/Open-Road-Media-Unveils-A-New-Digital-Distribution-Service-For-Published-Books.aspx" target="_blank">check</a>.<br />
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360° e-publishing - <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/about-open-road-integrated-media.aspx" target="_blank">check</a>.<br />
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For the past couple of years I have been noticing Open Road's steady rise on the e-book market and in the publishing world altogether. I have to say that this company is doing a fantastic job in giving readers one of the biggest compilation of e-books across the literary genres to choose from. They have biographies, mysteries, thrillers, translated works from across the pond. I think the best part of their contribution to the world of e-books is bringing back to life all the titles that up until now have been unavailable to owners of e-readers. Now, if your little heart so desires, you can have your fill of <u>Pearl S. Buck, William Styron, John Gardner, Octavia Butler, Stephen Coonts, Jonathan Carroll</u>, et al. Really, my head is spinning looking at the list of all the authors, whose titles Open Road offers. There are so many and of such great quality that it's impossible to list them all. But here, go <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/authors.aspx?view=publisher&key=2" target="_blank">take a look</a> yourself and see if your excitement doesn't start growing dangerously fast.<br />
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If the names of all the writers aren't enough, you can always look at <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/partners.aspx" target="_blank">all the partners</a> working with Open Road Media. It's simply fantastic what crazy choices there are. Just the thought of all the future releases brought right to our electronic doorsteps makes me dizzy with anticipation and...that's right, excitement. Because this is what Open Road people do best and why they are so important:<br />
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<i><b>Open Road Media publishers will make us, readers all over the country, <u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">finally excited about the future of publishing and the future of books.</span></u> No gloom and doom here. All you have to do is <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/" target="_blank">enter that wonderful world of electronic publishing</a> and see if you don't feel like never turning back.</b></i><br />
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Last but not least, I would like to extend a very special thank you to Iris Blasi, a Marketing Manager in Open Road Media, who is just about one of the nicest people in publishing I got to correspond with. Very coincidentally (although I believe things do work in strange ways like that), when I was in the process of composing this post, I received a personal email (not an automated response) from Iris after I requested one of their titles for review. In it, for the first time since I started blogging over four years ago, I received a 'thank you' for doing what I do and I was encouraged to<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> '</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">keep up the excellent work'. </span><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>It was unexpected and, I'm going to be honest here, greatly needed for my own morale. It warmed my heart, truly. Thank you :D.</b></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.cup.columbia.edu/book/978-0-231-16282-1/kikus-prayer" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sPf62DKbo2Q/UO2-gBhUvEI/AAAAAAAACNE/QmNfu5qcVw4/s1600/kiku.jpg" /></a><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Kiku’s Prayer</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> is told through the eyes of Kiku, a self-assured young woman from a rural Japanese village who falls in love with Seikichi, a devoted Catholic man. Practicing a faith still banned by the government, Seikichi is imprisoned but refuses to recant under torture. Kiku’s efforts to reconcile her feelings for Seikichi’s religion with the sacrifices she makes to free him mirror the painful, conflicting choices Japan faced as a result of exposure to modernity and the West. Seikichi’s persecution exemplifies Japan’s insecurities, and Kiku’s tortured yet determined spirit represents the nation’s resilient soul.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Set in the turbulent years of the transition from the shogunate to the Meiji Restoration, </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Kiku’s Prayer</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> embodies themes central to Endō Shūsaku’s work, including religion, modernization, and the endurance of the human spirit. Yet this novel is much more than a historical allegory. It acutely renders one woman’s troubled encounter with passion and spirituality at a transitional time in her life and in the history of her people. A renowned twentieth-century Japanese author, Endō wrote from the perspective of being both Japanese and Catholic. His work is often compared with that of Graham Greene, who himself considered Endō one of the century’s finest writers.</span></blockquote>
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Just when you think you might be getting somewhere with your knowledge of history, a book comes along such as <i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i>. Thanks to Endō Shūsaku, how little I know of the history of the world was glaring me in the face from the first until the last page of this novel. I am still incredulous how history teachers (among other people) never failed to pound into my head the Catholic Church's cruelty during the Inquisition. The other side of the coin, the hundreds of thousands of Christians made to apostatize under some of the most awful torture practices and thousands upon thousands of Christians persecuted and killed across the Asian continent alone, had never been presented, discussed or even mentioned in passing to me until <i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i>. Incredulous and grateful at the same time are two emotions that are prevalent in mind as I think about Endō Shūsaku and his book.<br />
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Admittedly, Kiku's Prayer's begins slowly and it requires a bit of patience to keep going. However, the subject - the persecution of Japanese Christians (Kirishitans) in 19th century Nagasaki - is fascinating, worthy and deserving of notice and our attention. Not every book has to be a distraction and the effort you invest in reading Mr. Shūsaku's novel will be well paid off in the end.<br />
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Besides the subject matter, there are a couple of intriguing aspects of <i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i> that I was surprised to notice. I'm certainly not an expert in Japanese or Chinese literature. But nor am I a novice to it. I've read I think enough to see a distinct quality to it, quite apart from the western tradition. The writing of Endō Shūsaku is the first time I encountered a change from what I became to identify as an Asian style of writing. Here, there is a lot more emphasis on plot development than on descriptive, albeit always crisp and to the point, narrative where the physical surroundings, the mystical power of nature and landscape and how they relate to the growth or decline of human character. It was a different reading experience but by no means of inferior quality.<br />
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The narrative style takes an unusual turn as well. The narrator comes off as a kind of a documentary commentator/historical archivist living in the present but describing events from the 19th century. On the one hand it gives a reader confidence in the accuracy of historical events written about in <i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i>. Equally important is that this technique escapes the dangers of becoming an overtly moralizing tale whose message wouldn't or couldn't touch the hearts of readers in a way the essence of this novel will. On the other hand, the side effect (and the only negative side of <i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i>) is the awkward and sudden switches of narrative from smooth retelling of the story to dry enumerating of the events in the fashion of almost a newspaper article. Overall, it doesn't detract from the importance and quality of <i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i> and from why it matters that you read it.<br />
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<b><u>A Note On Translation</u></b><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i> by Endō Shūsaku has been translated into English from Japanese by Van C. Gessel for the first time. Below is a short description from <a href="http://www.cup.columbia.edu/book/978-0-231-16282-1/kikus-prayer" target="_blank">Columbia University Press</a> about this esteemed translator.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Van C. Gessel is professor of Japanese at Brigham Young University. He is the author of </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Three Modern Novelists: Sōseki, Tanizaki, Kawabata</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">; coeditor of </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">The Columbia Anthology of Modern Japanese Literature</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">; and translator of seven literary works by Endō Shūsaku, including </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">The Samurai and Deep River</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;">FTC: I received an e-galley of </span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kiku's Prayer</span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"> from the publisher, </span><a href="http://www.cup.columbia.edu/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;" target="_blank">Columbia University Press</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"> via </span><a href="http://www.netgalley.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;" target="_blank">NetGalley</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;">.</span></span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-47174104922692022242013-01-04T11:54:00.003-05:002013-01-04T12:04:24.677-05:00The Death of Bees by Lisa O'DonnellRating<br />
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The book's description from the publisher's <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/books/The-Death-of-Bees-Lisa-ODonnell?isbn=9780062209849&HCHP=TB_The+Death+of+Bees" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today is Christmas Eve.<br />Today is my birthday.<br />Today I am fifteen.<br />Today I buried my parents in the backyard.<br />Neither of them were beloved.<br />Marnie and her little sister, Nelly, are on their own now. Only they know what happened to their parents, Izzy and Gene, and they aren't telling. While life in Glasgow's Maryhill housing estate isn't grand, the girls do have each other. Besides, it's only a year until Marnie will be considered an adult and can legally take care of them both.<br />As the New Year comes and goes, Lennie, the old man next door, realizes that his young neighbors are alone and need his help. Or does he need theirs? Lennie takes them in—feeds them, clothes them, protects them—and something like a family forms. But soon enough, the sisters' friends, their teachers, and the authorities start asking tougher questions. As one lie leads to another, dark secrets about the girls' family surface, creating complications that threaten to tear them apart.</span></i></blockquote>
<i>The Death of Bees</i> is one of the most original stories I have read in years. If it's not featured on all kinds of Best of... lists in 2013 (the book hits the stores in January, 2013), I will be shocked. True, there's not much happy or joyful, or even redeeming happening here but the tragedy of the girls is told in such a touching, albeit realistic way, that it's quite impossible not to touch one's heart.<br />
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And boy, is this story realistic. Marnie and Nelly are two girls whose lives are as bad as could be and the world they live in, with grey, miserable surroundings, leaves not much room for hope that someday it will all get better. And still, despite it all, despite every calamity that's happened, the reader hopes for the girls, even if these two hurt and damaged spirits gave up. I suppose that's one of the biggest strength of Ms. O'Donnell's writing. Someway, somehow, in the midst of all the unhappiness and calamity, she managed to sow seeds of optimism and faith in her readers. I promise you, despair is not what you'll end up feeling when finished and you'll get quite a few chances even to smile and laugh. Never at the characters, but always with them.<br />
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One of the best sides to <i>The Death of Bees</i> is that the writing and the way the story is presented are so unbelievably engaging. I got kidnapped and thrown into the world of Marnie, Nelly and Lennie with the speed of light. needless to say, it took me not even two days to read <i>The Death of Bees</i>. And Marnie and Nelly also stole my heart. I rarely fall for characters, especially young adult or child characters with such force that my heart aches as if they were my own. It happened with these two girls and they still live in my mind and my heart, even though the novel's last page was turned almost two months ago.
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FTC: I received an e-galley of <i>The Death of Bee</i>s by Lisa O'Donnell from <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/" target="_blank">HarperCollins Publishers</a> via <a href="http://edelweiss.abovethetreeline.com/" target="_blank">Edelweiss</a>.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-58192460481227932932012-12-31T14:00:00.000-05:002012-12-31T14:02:14.243-05:00Charles Dickens in Love by Robert GarnettRating<br />
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The book's description from <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/pegasus-books" target="_blank">the publisher's website (Pegasus Books)</a>:<br />
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<a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/charles-dickens-in-love" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFTn46qESjE/UNw_pPh6tHI/AAAAAAAACLo/fa0P11w-MTU/s1600/charlesdickensinlove.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><i>When Charles Dickens died in 1870 he was the best-known man in the English-speaking world—the preeminent Victorian celebrity, universally mourned as both a noble spirit and the greatest of novelists. Yet when the first person named in his will turned out to be an unknown woman named Ellen Ternan, only a handful of people had any idea who she was. Of his romance with Ellen, Dickens had written, “it belongs to my life and probably will only die out of the same with the proprietor,” and so it was—until his death she remained the most important person in his life.She was not the first woman who had fired his imagination. As a young man he had fallen deeply in love with a woman who “pervaded every chink and crevice” of his mind for three years, Maria Beadnell, and when she eventually jilted him he vowed that “I never can love any human creature but yourself.” A few years later he was stunned by the sudden death of his young sister-in-law, Mary Scott Hogarth, and worshiped her memory for the rest of his life. “I solemnly believe that so perfect a creature never breathed,” he declared, and when he died over thirty years later he was still wearing her ring.Charles Dickens has no rival as the most fertile creative imagination since William Shakespeare, and no one influenced his imagination more powerfully than these three women, his muses and teachers in the school of love. Using hundreds of primary sources, Charles Dickens in Love narrates the story of the most intense romances of Dickens’s life and shows how his novels both testify to his own strongest affections and serve as memorials to the young women he loved all too well, if not always wisely.</i></span></blockquote>
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Prior to having read <i>Charles Dickens in Love</i>, I'd had minimal knowledge of Dickens. I knew next to nothing about the person he was, and of the writer I knew only that he was prolific and a staple of literary talent and productivity (I have only ever read <i>Great Expectations</i> and <i>A Christmas Carol</i>). I am very happy that despite my seeming lack of interest in and a glaring lack of knowledge about Charles Dickens, I decided to read Mr. Garnett's book. <i>Charles Dickens in Love</i> became to me a perfect invitation to enter the author's life through his novels. Dickens was a fascinating and complex person. A person for whom to live meant to love and love he did.<br />
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Now, I usually do not read biographies. But if they are written in a way Robert Garnett wrote his book, I may have made a mistake by avoiding this non-fiction genre. Garnett's writing is crisp, approachable and very friendly for a person new to Charles Dickens especially, but for all readers in general as well. I appreciated that I was allowed to draw my own conclusions as to Dickens's life, conduct and personality. Yes, it is clear that Mr. Garnett cares deeply about Charles Dickens and has a detailed and extensive knowledge about that author's body of work as well as his personal life. Garnett's hope that we, as readers, would also come to care is also present between the pages of <i>Charles Dickens in Love</i>. But never once did I get an impression that there was some scheme contrived by the author to portray Dickens in as becoming light as possible and leave all infamous deeds of his in the background. No. As a matter of fact, I felt only indignation and deep dislike towards Charles Dickens for his treatment of his wife, for his egocentric attitude and clear love of himself. However, as the story progressed, so did my feelings thaw and in the end, I hope I can think about Charles Dickens in a more objective light, always keeping in mind that life is never, ever black and white.<br />
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I am so impressed with <i>Charles Dickens in Love</i>, that I have designated 2013 to be my year of reading some of his novels. Robert Garnett weaved books such as <i>David Copperfield</i>, <i>Bleak House</i>, <i>Little Dorrit</i> and <i>Oliver Twist</i> into the narrative of Dickens's life and his loves so neatly that I simply cannot put them out of my mind. One small piece of waning to some: if spoilers of any kind ruin books for you, be prepared that you will encounter them when reading Mr. Garnett's book. I didn't mind them at all. I feel that what I read about in <i>Charles Dickens in Love</i> will instead enrich my reading experience when approaching Dickens's masterpieces.<br />
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FTC: I received an e-galley of <i>Charles Dickens in Love</i> from <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/" target="_blank">Open Road Integrated Media</a> via <a href="http://netgalley.com/" target="_blank">NetGalley</a>.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-77495130967721360412012-12-15T11:53:00.000-05:002012-12-16T08:02:41.578-05:00Best & Worst ~ My 2012 in Reading As 2012 coming to an end, the list are popping up all over the place. Since I always go against the grain and don't really care for opinions of magazines' critics (a mixture of experience and instinct), my reading differed from theirs quite a bit. But I'm ending this year quite satisfied in the literary choices I made. Here's an overview of what I liked and didn't, if you care to know. Be warned that not all I include here were books published in 2012.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My Best Reads</b></span><br />
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1. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11723817-the-underside-of-joy" target="_blank">The Underside of Joy</a> by Sere Prince Halverson<br />
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2. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/11/too-bright-to-hear-too-loud-to-see-by.html" target="_blank">Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See</a> by Juliann Garey<br />
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3. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/10/tobys-room-by-pat-barker.html" target="_blank">Toby's Room</a> by Pat Barker<br />
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4. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/09/we-sinners-by-hanna-pylvainen.html" target="_blank">We Sinners</a> by Hanna Pylvainen<br />
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5. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/10/marie-curie-and-her-daughters-by.html" target="_blank">Marie Curie and Her Daughters</a> by Shelley Emling<br />
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6. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/06/reckoning-by-alma-katsu-taker-trilogy.html" target="_blank">The Reckoning</a> by Alma Katsu<br />
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7. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/06/some-kind-of-fairy-tale-by-graham-joyce.html" target="_blank">Some Kind of Fairy Tale</a> by Graham Joyce<br />
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8. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/11/wilderness-by-lance-weller.html" target="_blank">Wilderness</a> by Lance Weller<br />
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9. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/06/sandcastle-girls-by-chris-bohjalian.html" target="_blank">The Sandcastle Girls</a> by Chris Bohjalian<br />
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10. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-hundred-flowers-by-gail-tsukiyama.html" target="_blank">A Hundred Flowers</a> by Gail Tsukiyama<br />
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11. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/06/sadness-of-samurai-by-victor-del-arbol.html" target="_blank">The Sadness of the Samurai</a> by Victor Del Arbol<br />
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12. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-cranes-dance-by-meg-howrey.html" target="_blank">The Cranes Dance</a> by Meg Howrey<br />
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13. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/05/bring-up-bodies-by-hilary-mantel.html" target="_blank">Bring Up the Bodies</a> by Hilary Mantel<br />
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14. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/04/elegy-for-eddie-by-jacqueline-winspear.html" target="_blank">Elegy for Eddie</a> by Jacqueline Winspear<br />
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15. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-chaperone-by-laura-moriarty.html" target="_blank">The Chaperone</a> by Laura Moriarty<br />
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1. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/02/kristin-lavransdatter-by-sigrid-undset.html" target="_blank">Kristin Lavransdatter</a> by Sigrid Undset<br />
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2. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/05/tea-rose-by-jennifer-donnelly.html" target="_blank">The Tea Rose</a> by Jennifer Donnelly<br />
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3. Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery<br />
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4. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/05/falls-shadow-by-sharon-kay-penman.html" target="_blank">Falls the Shadow</a> by Sharon Kay Penman<br />
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5. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/04/samurais-garden-by-gail-tsukiyama.html" target="_blank">The Samurai's Garden</a> by Gail Tsukiyama<br />
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6. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/04/map-of-time-by-felix-j-palma-translated.html" target="_blank">The Map of Time</a> by Felix J. Palma<br />
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7. Maisie Dobbs & Birds of a Feather by Jacqueline Winspear<br />
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8. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/02/keeper-of-lost-causes-by-jussi-adler.html" target="_blank">The Keeper of Lost Causes</a> by Jussi Adler Olsen<br />
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9. Winds of War by Herman Wouk<br />
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10. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/06/hunger-angel-by-herta-muller-translated.html" target="_blank">The Hunger Angel</a> by Herta Muller<br />
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11. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/11/frankenstein-by-mary-shelley.html" target="_blank">Frankenstein</a> by Mary Shelley<br />
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12. Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Unfortunate Disappointments </b></span><br />
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1. American Gods by Neil Gaiman<br />
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2. Helen of Troy by Margaret George<br />
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3. <a href="http://axeforfrozen.blogspot.com/2012/04/replacement-wife-by-eileen-goudge.html" target="_blank">The Replacement Wife</a> by Eileen Goudge<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Special Mention for an Outstanding Audio Performance</span></b><br />
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1. <span style="line-height: 1.1;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5971871-holy-bible" target="_blank">Holy Bible: Word of Promise New Testament</a></span></span><br />
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2. <span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.1;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5609692-the-word-of-promise-the-gift-of-psalms" target="_blank">The Word of Promise The Gift of Psalms</a></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-25252912245579986452012-12-14T09:08:00.000-05:002012-12-14T17:24:59.298-05:00Roman Tales by Stendhal, translated by Susan Ashe<div class="tr_bq">
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The book's description from <a href="https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/show/id/22289" target="_blank">NetGalley</a>:<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Roman-Tales-ebook/dp/B008B0K84E/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1355493850&sr=1-1&keywords=roman+tales" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6yBoBHiUV0/UL4L8yB6OeI/AAAAAAAACG0/SbmpaVV7st4/s320/romantales.png" width="208" /></a><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Revered by key literary figures including as Balzac and Merime, Stendhal is best known for his novels, but his shorter works were just as powerful. In this brand new translation, Susan Ashe brings his greatest Italian stories to the modern reader, whilst staying true to Stendhal’s style and brilliance.</span></span></i> </blockquote>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">The collection includes:</span><br style="line-height: 18px;" /><span style="line-height: 18px;">- The Abbess of Castro</span></span></i> </blockquote>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">-Along with accompanying essays by Charles Dickens, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Stendhal himself.</span></span></i> </blockquote>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Together, these stories convey Stendhal’s love of Italy and admiration for the society’s honesty, sincerity, and above all, passion. ‘Roman Tales’ will reaffirm Stendhal as one of the great French masters of the 19th Century.</span></span></i></blockquote>
Stendhal is one of those authors that I have known of for a long time (his Red and Black was recommended to me by my Language Arts teacher in high school) but that I just never read and what's worse, couldn't even give myself a good reason why. I reached for this collection of short stories then, mainly because I figured it would be a good introduction to Stendhal and a way to decide whether I'd want to read more of him.<br />
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This collection turned out to be somewhat of a mixed bag. I loved The Abbess of Castro (the longest of the stories). Stendhal is witty there and his admiration for Italy and Italian people is evident. He didn't even try to disguise it in any hyperbolas or metaphors. His sharp criticism of the French (his natives) and biting comparisons to the Italians are quite fun to read whether one agrees with it or not. Here's a fine example of what I mean:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>In sixteenth-century France a man could show his manhood and true mettle (...) only on the battlefield or in a duel. And as women love bravery and daring, they became the supreme judges of a man's worth. Thus gallantry was born. This led to the successive destruction of all passions, including love, thereby benefitting (sic!) that cruel tyrant whom we all obey - vanity (...)</i><br /><i>In Italy a man could distinguish himself as much by the discovery of an old manuscript as by the sword (...) Passions rather than gallantry held sway. This is why Italy gave birth to a Raphael, a Giorgione, a Titian, and a Correggio, while France produced all the brave commanders of the sixteenth century, each of whom slew numberless numbers of the enemy and yet today are utterly unknown. </i>(loc. 149-57)*</span></blockquote>
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Throughout that first novella as well as the remaining stories Stendhal doesn't hesitate to point out such cultural and national differences negatively contrasting his native country with Italy, Spain or even Germany.<br />
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Probably the most interesting aspect of Roman Tales to me is Stendhal revealing himself to be both a historical author and a translator. It presents a certain charm as well as a new perspective on history when learning about it from a figure to whom 16th century may have been long gone but nevertheless not as long ago as five centuries it is for us. Stendhal may have even had better resources in available texts and maybe even oral history that hadn't had a chance to become utterly diluted by outright fibs or myths. And again, Stendhal had an opinion or two on historians as well.<br />
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I don't know about others but I think those words spoken in the 19th century are astoundingly accurate to many historical writers of the late 20th & early 21st centuries.<br />
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Stendhal as a translator is yet another beast. He claimed that the stories within Roman Tales were not his creation but merely translations of the records put together from witness accounts of actual incidents. According to what Norman Thomas di Giovanni wrote in his introduction, the stories are Stendhal's own creation, albeit based on the records available to him, not an ad verbum translation. And I got the same feeling after the fourth or fifth time Stendhal reassures the reader about it. It's a clear case of 'Madame, thou protest too much'. The introduction however is fantastic and sheds a lot of light on who Stendhal was and his creative body of work. It will certainly make you all the more excited to begin reading the stories.<br />
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One thing that I could do without was "The Cenci" story. It was almost all narrative, without barely any dialogue and despite it being a short story, it still got pretty tedious. I admit to having skimmed it after about one third of the way.<br />
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<b><u>A Note on Translation</u></b><br />
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The stories are translated by Susan Ashe, who appears to be quite an accomplished Italian translator. This edition also mentions other translations done by her, in cooperation with Norman Thomas di Giovanni, also an Italian translator. The quality is evident in the stories, I don't really have a word of criticism to impart here. I greatly appreciated the fact that the translator decided to eliminate certain parts of the collection, even though the purists in the translating world would cry 'foul!' on this one. But Stendhal really seemed to be in love with long, descriptive passages and 'careless repetition of words and phrases that today we find only clumsy and annoying' (Di Giovanni, loc. 120-29) seemed to be right to be eliminated so that a contemporary reader may enjoy the tales. The process of translating this particular work is described nicely, even if not in length, in the introduction and explanations given are absolutely valid and shed a little bit of light into the world of translating.<br />
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FTC: I received an e-galley of Roman Tales by Stendhal from the publisher, <a href="http://www.harpercollins.co.uk/Titles/79702/the-roman-tales-library-of-lost-books-edition-stendhal-susan-ashe-9780007487998" target="_blank">HarperCollins</a> via <a href="http://www.netgalley.com/" target="_blank">NetGalley</a>.</div>
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*All quotes are from an unedited copy. Please verify against a finished one for any inaccuracies.</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-65952091652599958002012-11-30T05:00:00.000-05:002012-11-30T05:00:00.869-05:00Wilderness by Lance WellerRating<br />
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The book's description from Lance Weller's <a href="http://lanceweller.net/" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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maimed, Abel Truman has found his way to the edge of the continent, the
rugged, majestic coast of Washington State, where he lives alone in a
driftwood shack with his beloved dog. Wilderness is the story
of Abel, now an old and ailing man, and his heroic final journey over
the snowbound Olympic Mountains. It’s a quest he has little hope of
completing but still must undertake to settle matters of the heart that
predate even the horrors of the war.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>As Abel makes his way into the foothills, the violence he endures at
the hands of two thugs who are after his dog is crosscut with his
memories of the horrors of the war, the friends he lost, and the
savagery he took part in and witnessed. And yet, darkness is cut by
light, especially in the people who have touched his life—from Jane
Dao-Ming Poole, the daughter of murdered Chinese immigrants, to Hypatia,
an escaped slave who nursed him back to life, and finally to the
unbearable memory of the wife and child he lost as a young man. Haunted
by tragedy, loss, and unspeakable brutality, Abel has somehow managed to
hold on to his humanity, finding way stations of kindness along his
tortured and ultimately redemptive path.</i></span></blockquote>
Quite simply, <i>Wilderness</i> is a beautiful and heartbreaking story. Beautiful in the writing which inspires strong emotions of compassion, sympathy and appreciation of both the nature of people touched by tragedy and suffering and yet persevering to live a meaningful life without giving in to despair and loss of morals, and <b>the Nature</b>, with its landscape, the wilderness surrounding humans, this powerful element of rebirth, always escaping absolute destruction. Heartbreaking in how much pure evil can live in the hearts of men who are determined to hurt others and ruin their lives simply because they can. Heartbreaking also in watching innocent people get hurt, suffer and die in the nightmare of what is perhaps the worst of all wars, civil war (not that there are good wars because there aren't, ever). And Civil War and the battle of the Wilderness is an important event in American history this novel deals with as well.<br />
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Lance Weller is such a talented writer that saying how unbelievable it is his <i>Wilderness</i> is a debut novel seems somehow trite and taking away something from the depth of Mr. Weller's gift. It just somehow doesn't seem to matter whether it's his first or tenth novel. What matters is the story, the characters (good and evil and somewhere in-between) and the meaning, all of which will linger in one's memory for quite some time. Really, I would be surprised and not a little disappointed if anyone who reads it, would find <i>Wilderness</i> lacking in anything.<br />
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FTC: I received an e-galley of<i> Wilderness</i> by Lance Weller from the publisher, <a href="http://www.bloomsbury.com/us/" target="_blank">Bloomsbury</a> via <a href="http://www.netgalley.com/" target="_blank">NetGalley</a> for a review.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-60031597171928597202012-11-29T09:26:00.000-05:002012-11-29T09:27:14.116-05:00Notes on Chopin by André Gide, translated by Bernard Frechtman Rating<br />
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The book's description from <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/">the publisher</a>:<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>An inspiring discourse on the power of music from one of the twentieth century’s most important figures, André Gide.</b></span></i> </blockquote>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b></b>André Gide, one of the great intellectuals of the twentieth century and a devoted pianist, invites readers to reevaluate Frédéric Chopin as a composer “betrayed . . . deeply, intimately, totally violated” by a music community that had fundamentally misinterpreted his work. As a profound admirer of Chopin’s “promenade of discoveries,” Gide intersperses musical notation throughout the text to illuminate his arguments, but most moving is Gide’s own poetic expression for the music he so loved.</span></i></blockquote>
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I'm not very familiar with the works of André Gide, the French writer, philosopher and Nobel laureate. <i>Notes on Chopin</i> did thankfully give me a pretty good idea of what kind of writer Gide was. He had strong opinions on topics he cared for and it's very clear in <i>Notes on Chopin</i> where he didn't hesitate to use strong words, such as imbecile when talking about pianists who misunderstood the music of Chopin, or barbarity when describing what direction the whole music movement was going. I admit, it was refreshing to read such unchecked anger and indignation when nowadays one is surrounded by authors who seem to be walking on tiptoes careful not to make to strong of a statement dictated by this awful monster of 'political correctness'.<br />
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First and foremost, <i>Notes on Chopin</i> is a kind of an homage to Chopin by one of his most ardent admirers who not only was passionate about classical music but also knew quite well what he was talking about. Such knowledge is displayed in what is perhaps the most exasperating side of this work for readers who are not music <i>afficionados</i>: very technical explanations and instructions on how certain notes should or should not be played, complete with drawings of such noted, names of tempos, etc. Thankfully, Gide counterbalances his classical music 'lessons' with opinions and judgements that at times become thrilling and spicy, as well as inviting to music laymen, such as myself. Whether he does it with intent is quite another issue. Something tells me, not so much. André Gide seemed to have taken on a pompous and condescending attitude, and he certainly didn't care one whit about it.<br />
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I may be unjust in such judgement of this accomplished and esteemed writer. It may also be some residue from reading <i>Notes on Chopin</i>. One probably shouldn't pay any mind to it. Mostly because, even if you know little about Chopin or classical composers, it won't be a waste of time to devote a day at most (the book is quite sort) to reading this book/essay. Especially if one likes to expand one's knowledge in the field of music world.<br />
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<u><b>A Note On Translation</b></u><br />
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This <a href="http://www.openroadmedia.com/notes-on-chopin" target="_blank">Open Road</a> e-book edition has been translated from French by Bernard Frechtman. After some investigation of mine as to <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/155342.Bernard_Frechtman" target="_blank">his body of work</a>, he seems to be quite an accomplished translator of French literature. It is therefore somewhat baffling to me that there should be errors, such as can not instead of cannot, repeatedly appearing throughout the book and signs of a bit of a struggle with sentence composition making a few of them sound slightly off and/or awkward. I'm inclined to fault the translation and the editing equally, instead of putting the blame solely on Mr. Frechtman's. Overall, it doesn't make the reading experience unbearable. This issue only takes a little bit of enjoyment away from what otherwise is a work quite worthy of a reader's time and attention.<br />
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FTC: I purchased <i>Notes on Chopin</i> e-book. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-14955941790893495252012-11-25T09:56:00.001-05:002012-11-25T10:01:22.285-05:00Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See by Juliann GareyRating<br />
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The book's description from the publisher's <a href="http://www.sohopress.com/book/?workid=219063" target="_blank">site</a>:<br />
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<a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781616951290" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9qEnQsV6H0/UKe53BB1ZsI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ED4jv59LnkM/s320/toobrighttohear.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>A studio executive leaves his family and travels the world giving
free reign to the bipolar disorder he's been forced to hide for 20
years.<br />
In her tour-de-force first
novel, Juliann Garey takes us inside the restless mind, ravaged heart,
and anguished soul of Greyson Todd, a successful Hollywood studio
executive who leaves his wife and young daughter and for a decade
travels the world giving free reign to the bipolar disorder he's been
forced to keep hidden for almost 20 years. The novel intricately weaves
together three timelines: the story of Greyson's travels (Rome, Israel,
Santiago, Thailand, Uganda); the progressive unraveling of his own
father seen through Greyson's eyes as a child; and the intimacies and
estrangements of his marriage. The entire narrative unfolds in the time
it takes him to undergo twelve 30-second electroshock treatments in a
New York psychiatric ward. This is a literary page-turner of the first
order, and a brilliant inside look at mental illness.
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So very little is written about mental illness. And whatever is written that's of any value is almost never read by the right audience. I hope that <i>Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See</i> will end up in the hands of readers who must read it not because they suffer from mental illness but because they share their lives with a manic-depressive, depressive or schizophrenic person. I have no idea how Juliann Garey managed it but she wrote exactly what it feels to be mad and that there's no 'snapping out of it'. Ever. Because when you try to hide your illness, like Greyson had, it won't eventually go away but return with a vicious vengeance.<br />
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Greyson's bipolar disorder finally reigns supreme over his mind and his life. It's absolutely heartbreaking to be a remote witness (as a reader) to how the lives and spirits of Greyson's, his father's and every person's who loved them get ravaged by this invisible monster. But you will not be able to tear yourself away, no matter how much what you read will make your heart ache. Therein lies the power of Ms. Garey's writing. Her prose is beautifully spare, with enough impact to pierce your heart with sorrow for those people who find themselves ruled by a potentially very deadly disease and can do nothing about it, just like they couldn't do anything to prevent it from happening.<br />
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Juliann Garey will make you her hostage for the time it'll take you to read <i>Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See</i>. This is not a feel-good novel, it's disturbing, and it's tragic in many ways. But the way this author captured what is going on in the mind of a person affected with a mental illness (bi-polar in this case) is brilliant, precise and as close to the truth as you can get. It's torture and Greyson has to live with it until he dies. In the end, the choices made will be more easily acceptable to any reader, especially those who thankfully never have to live through Greyson's nightmare.<br />
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FTC: I received an e-galley of <i>Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See</i> from the publisher, <a href="http://www.sohopress.com/" target="_blank">Soho Press</a> via <a href="http://netgalley.com/" target="_blank">Net Galley</a> for a review.</div>
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<i>Too Bright to Hear Too Loud</i> to See by Juliann Garey will be on sale on <b>December 26, 2012</b>.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-14215138803849360922012-11-05T23:37:00.002-05:002012-11-05T23:38:25.273-05:00Frankenstein by Mary ShelleyRating<br />
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The book's synopsis from the publisher's <a href="http://www.penguinclassics.co.uk/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780141439471,00.html#" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>‘Now that I had finished, the beauty of my dream vanished, and breathless horror and
disgust filled my heart …’</i></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Obsessed by creating life itself, Victor Frankenstein plunders graveyards for the
material to fashion a new being, which he shocks into life by electricity. But his botched
creature, rejected by Frankenstein and denied human companionship, sets out to destroy his
maker and all that he holds dear. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Mary Shelley’s chilling gothic tale was conceived when
she was only eighteen, living with her lover Percy Shelley near Byron’s villa on Lake
Geneva. Frankenstein would become the world’s most famous work of horror fiction, and
remains a devastating exploration of the limits of human creativity.</i></span></blockquote>
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Many thoughts float through my mind now that I'm finished with this gem. These thoughts seem to be in disagreement with the majority of other readers (fans or not) of <i>Frankenstein</i>. But maybe this tale is a classic precisely because it means so many different things to so many readers. I don't usually use 'timeless' in relation to any pieces of literature, or at least not lightly. But <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Shelley" target="_blank">Mary</a> wrote a timeless story if ever there was one. Here's why:<br />
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People are assholes and I'm part of 'people', and <i>Frankenstein</i> is a mirror of truth that shows humanity's real reflection and if there have ever been monsters populating this world, it's always been people that are the most dangerous, the most destructive and the cruelest. Maybe Prometheus is not supposed to be praised for saving humanity (there are multiple versions of that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prometheus" target="_blank">myth</a> so, who knows?) but was in the wrong and Zeus was correct in wanting to let humanity perish? Whatever your conclusions may be, one thing is certain: the story of Victor's creation is heartbreaking and I indeed shed tears of sorrow. That being was a beautiful one. He was someone instinctively prepared to be good, do good and see good in others. Whatever evil he did was grounded in what he learned from humans, starting and ending with an all-consuming selfishness and obsession with revenge he learned from his creator, Victor Frankenstein.<br />
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What I'm mainly in disagreement with other readers (and lit. critics) is that I don't see any direct link between Mary Shelley's story and religion, God and the dangers of trying to play god in science, and hence going too far. I think if there is anything we're getting warned against, it's the dangers of our passions that can turn into obsession and push us over the edge where no morality, no good or evil any longer exist but only our singular drive to achieve what we obsess over. It blinds us to everything and everyone. Victor tries to give that warning to the young man to whom he tells his story. As a matter of fact, it's actually one of the first things he says. He even mentions how, if we took our time and not let the sick obsession take over our beings, America would have been discovered much later but without the tragedy and bloodshed the actual discovery otherwise left in its wake*.<br />
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I also think that Mary Shelley was in fact a very talented and deliberate writer even then, even at nineteen. I know that many criticize her for the lack of polish and certain amateurishness in her writing. And I'm sure those people know what they're talking about, some of them are my reading friends who I'm 100% certain know what they're saying. But here's my thought: choosing to let Victor tell his own story, she made his account reflect his hideous personality with an accuracy that wouldn't have been present if told in the third person by Captain Walton to whom the story was told. Third person narration would have been too impersonal to have the same impact or too tainted by the potential narrator who was clearly enthralled by Victor. Hence, Victor is despicable because Mary wanted us, the readers, to perceive him as precisely such. Criticism, therefore, of the whole book based on a reader hating Victor is unfounded and should, I think, be re-considered.<br />
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Victor is in thralls of the very obsession he's moralizing against to the very end, when on his deathbed he is willing to tie the young captain and the lives of everyone on the ship to the promise of chasing after Victor's monster until he is killed. So yeah, Victor is quite a little hypocrite too.<br />
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Last but least, the fact that Captain Walton, who also tells his own side of the story in letters (again, a lot more personal and with more impact) is feeling grief over Victor but not over the fate of Frankenstein's creature, that he sees nothing bad in and feels no anger over Victor's conduct/self-pity/self-glamorization is very telling as well. That right there seems to me to be Mary's commentary on the whole of humanity, on our bigotry, hypocrisy and inability to see and cultivate true beauty and innocence. <br />
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<i>Frankenstein</i> is really a beautiful and very sad story. It's worth everyone's time. The one thing I don't think it is, is a horror story. It's not at all scary. As I mentioned above, I actually cried over the tragedy of Frankenstein's creature. His despair, helplessness and hopelessness are truly moving. Not a story I will soon forget, if ever.<br />
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FTC: I purchased a copy of <i>Frankenstein</i> by Mary Shelley.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-9649925976085942022012-10-09T16:40:00.002-04:002012-10-09T16:40:14.643-04:00Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe + a few thoughts on his other works<em><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Africa, my Africa<br />
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs<br />
Africa of whom my grandmother sings<br />
On the banks of the distant river<br />
I have never known you<br />
But your blood flows in my veins<br />
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields<br />
The blood of your sweat<br />
The sweat of your work<br />
The work of your slavery<br />
Africa, tell me Africa<br />
Is this you, this back that is bent<br />
This back that breaks<br />
Under the weight of humiliation<br />
This back trembling with red scars<br />
And saying yes to the whip under the midday sun<br />
But a grave voice answers me<br />
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong<br />
That tree over there<br />
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers<br />
That is your Africa springing up anew<br />
Springing up patiently, obstinately<br />
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires<br />
The bitter taste of liberty.</span><a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/diop.htm" target="_blank"><br /></a></strong></em><strong><a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/diop.htm" target="_blank">David Dio</a><a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/diop.htm" target="_blank">p</a>, 'Africa'</strong><br /><br />Forgive me for the length and for thoughts encompassing the
three Achebe's books that comprise the African Trilogy (and a little bit
on <i><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6277775467976733660" title="Anthills of the Savannah by Chinua Achebe">Anthills of the Savannah</a></i>),
rather than writing a straight-up review of <i>Things Fall Apart</i>. Achebe
and these four books are close to my heart. I had loved Achebe's
writing, his message and motives for writing from my very first reading.
So much so, that I chose this writer's work for my master's
dissertation as the only student in my academic year at my university
(everyone else went all Shakespeare, Victorian or Austen). What you'll
read below then, are just my general thoughts as I remember them from
some few years ago.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Chinua_Achebe" target="_blank">Chinua Achebe</a> is a post-colonial Nigerian
writer who almost all his life has been struggling to bring back to his
own nation the sense of dignity which had been lost in the process of
colonisation and gaining of independence. Achebe's ways seem to be of
contradicting the long lasting idea of wild, uncivilised Africa.
However, one should pay attention to the fact that Achebe does not put
blame for what had happened to Nigeria on the white man only. He admits
that what has been taking place in his country after the end of
colonialism to the present day is the pure example of <a href="http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Neocolonialism" target="_blank">neo-colonialism</a>.<br /><br />The
poem quoted at the beginning refers to complex history of African path
to the twice-lost freedom. First, this freedom was taken away by
ignorant Westerners, who came to Africa and claimed it as their own. And
it was taken away for the second time by African leaders who, under the
disguise of the saviours, gave the false liberty a 'bitter taste.'<br /><br />Although
Achebe has written much more literature than what I mention here, the
four novels I speak of are probably most important ones. <i>Things Fall
Apart</i>, <i>Arrow of God</i> and <i>No Longer at Ease</i> create the
African trilogy. Their main purpose is to display step by step the
impact that the advent of the white man had on the Nigerian nation.
Achebe introduces the Igbo [known as Ibo as well] people since he is the
descendant of their tradition. He is on the crossroads of cultures
because his parents were converted Christians but the rest of his family
remained faithful to the tribal Igbo tradition. In effect he was given
the possibility of learning both the religion of the colonisers and the
culture of his ancestors. That is why the deep insight into two
different and antagonistic worlds enabled Achebe to objectively display
the past culture of the Igbos and the relationship between his nation
and the Europeans. He is very critical about the white man's attitude
towards Africans.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><em>Equality is the one thing which Europeans are conspicuously<br /><br />incapable of extending to others, especially Africans.<br /><br />But anyone who is in any doubt about the<br /><br />meaning of partnership in that context need only be<br /><br />reminded that a British governor of Rhodesia<br /><br />defined the partnership between black and white as<br /><br />the partnership between the horse and its rider (...) For<br /><br />centuries Europe has ruled out the possibility of a dialogue.<br /><br />You may talk to a horse but you don't wait for a reply!</em></span><br />(Achebe)<br /><br />Since
he does not expect the white man to clarify the true vision of past
Africa, and, moreover, he is not willing to give the white man such a
right, Achebe feels inclined to show to his people that they had a
civilised and rich past.<br /><br /><i>Things Fall Apart</i> is the novel
which describes the life of the Igbos before the coming of the
colonisers. It introduces the complex religion and political systems
that operate within the tribe. The social and moral values seem very
often controversial, but at the same time they show the loyalty and
faithfulness of the Igbos towards the systems they had constructed
themselves.<br />
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<i> </i><i> </i><br />
<i>Arrow of God</i> is the continuation of the
previous novel since it reflects the situation of the Igbo people right
after the meeting with Europeans and the dangers they faced when
accepting the new religion. <i>No Longer at Ease</i>, the last novel from the
trilogy, introduces to the reader the situation the young generation of
Nigerians is put into right after the gaining of the independence. There
is the atmosphere of hopelessness and being lost in the disarray of old
values and the new ideas about modernity with its corruption and
ignorance. The main characters of these three novels fail because of the
lack of flexibility in their personalities. However,the novels
themselves do not carry negative pictures of these characters because
they failed. The meaning of those novels is rather that the three men
were left for themselves, they were abandoned by their kinsmen. And a
single person, even if he or she has got the right intentions, cannot
possibly realize them by him/herself.<br />
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<i>Anthills of the
Savannah</i> is the fourth novel that completes the message (although can be
read quite independently). It is different from the three mentioned
above in the way that it shows the change of Achebe's attitude towards
the situation of Nigeria. In this novel Achebe does not accuse
colonialists for the devastated condition of his country any more. He
makes it clear that these are Africans themselves that are responsible
for the actual state of things in Nigeria. He proposes definite
solutions for saving Nigeria from the impotent leaders. He claims that
writers should take a strong stand and not hesitate to criticise the
hopeless governments that reside over Nigeria. <br />
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The above essay/ review/ piece of writing is the beginning of what I hope to be a series of posts on Achebe's work.</div>
<br />P.S. <br />I'm really hoping Achebe will be awarded Nobel Prize this year. It really is about time.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-38873470652296295332012-10-06T09:45:00.000-04:002012-10-06T09:45:22.566-04:00Marie Curie and Her Daughters by Shelley EmlingRating<br />
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The book's description from the publisher's <a href="http://us.macmillan.com/book.aspx?isbn=9780230115712" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Focusing
on the first family in science, this biography of Marie Curie plumbs
the recesses of her relationships with her two daughters, extraordinary
in their own right, and presents the legendary scientist to us in a
fresh way.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Although the common image is that of a shy introvert
toiling away in her laboratory, highly praised science writer Shelley
Emling shows how Marie Curie was nothing short of an iconoclast. Her
affair with a younger and married man drew the enmity of a xenophobic
French establishment, who denied her entry to the Academy of Sciences
and tried to expel her from France. But she was determined to live life
how she saw fit, and passed on her resilience to her daughters. Emling
draws on personal letters released by Curie’s only granddaughter to show
how Marie influenced her daughters yet let them blaze their own paths. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Factually rich, personal and original, this is an engrossing story about
the most famous woman in science that rips the cover off the myth and
reveals the real person, friend, and mother behind it. </i></span></blockquote>
What an amazing book! Despite it being a non-fiction one and centering around scientific subjects, I blazed through the whole 256 pages in one day (I'm a very slow reader and have two toddlers to contend with, so it is an accomplishment that doesn't happen often) and I only want more. Especially more of Ms. Emling's writing. She makes physics and chemistry approachable and easy to understand. As a matter of fact, for the first time in my life I was riveted by science and scientific research and discoveries. All my life, when it comes to science, I have suffered a severe case of ADD.<br />
Understandably, to all of a sudden read an entire book in which science is one of the major topics with unswerving attention feels like some kind of magic charm performed by the writer.<br />
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A book hasn't made me this excited to be reading it for a long time. Marie Curie (or as she has always been called in Poland, Maria Sklodowska-Curie) was an exceptional woman, exceptional scientist and an exceptional mother to Irene and Eve. There has been criticism of her long periods of time spent away from her daughters (including almost never being there for their birthdays, important graduation dates and such) but the truth is she raised two wonderful women, strong, capable and very much accomplished in their own right, who had always been loving and devoted daughters, never having said a bad word about their mother. Shelley Emling took great care to show how difficult a life Marie had after her husband's death and what she had to contend with in order to be all she had been. Indeed, one could say that Marie was the prototype of today's woman who believes we can be both successful as mothers and career women. I loved Marie's bluntness about it as well which applies to modern critics of those who choose to work and raise children:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I agree, of course, that it is not easy for a woman to bring up children and work out of the home. But (...) I don't think that he has considered the rich women who leave their children to a governess and give most of their time to social visits and fashion. (p.36)*</i></span></blockquote>
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In other words, let's not be hypocrites.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marie</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWbXzFE-Q38/UHA0f_yRPcI/AAAAAAAAB6E/f9C5qpE24dU/s1600/evecurie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWbXzFE-Q38/UHA0f_yRPcI/AAAAAAAAB6E/f9C5qpE24dU/s1600/evecurie.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eve Curie</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taGh6_QGKCI/UHA0V5wIcVI/AAAAAAAAB58/rFjyFCxzyAw/s1600/irenecurie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taGh6_QGKCI/UHA0V5wIcVI/AAAAAAAAB58/rFjyFCxzyAw/s1600/irenecurie.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Irene Curie</td></tr>
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For a short book, there were a lot of things I learned about both Marie's personal life and the world of science she lived in. There are interesting passages about Einstein, Edison, Bohr et al that made me want to seriously consider doing more reading on their lives as well. And maybe I will one day.<br />
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What I most want to do and what <i>Marie Curie and Her Daughters</i> has inspired me to do, is to learn as much as I can about other women, friends of Marie Curie, who were just as exceptional as she but of whom I hardly know anything such as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Mattingly_Meloney" target="_blank">Missy Meloney</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hertha_Ayrton" target="_blank">Hertha Ayrton</a>. They were pioneers and crusaders in the female world of the first half of 20th century and we would all do well to learn from them.<br />
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As my final thoughts I'll offer this: <i>Marie Curie and Her Daughters</i> reminded me and kept me in awe of how proud I am to be Polish, to be American, and most importantly to be a woman.<br />
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FTC: I received an ARC of <i>Marie Curie and Her Daughters</i> by Shelley Emling from the publisher, <a href="http://us.macmillan.com/palgrave.aspx" target="_blank">Macmillan Palgrave</a> for a review.</div>
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*the quote is from an unfinished copy, please verify against a published book</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-83358086345656519602012-10-03T07:50:00.000-04:002012-10-03T07:50:13.783-04:00Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome<span id="freeText6961759969755207767">Rating</span><br />
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<span id="freeText6961759969755207767">The book's description from the publisher's <a href="http://www.penguin.co.uk/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780141441214,00.html" target="_blank">website</a>:</span><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZZHdnMT-SA/UGtP1p1vYFI/AAAAAAAAB3M/AwRjQVBGjyM/s1600/threemen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZZHdnMT-SA/UGtP1p1vYFI/AAAAAAAAB3M/AwRjQVBGjyM/s200/threemen.jpg" width="131" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span id="freeText6961759969755207767">Martyrs to hypochondria
and general seediness, J. and his friends George and Harris decide that a
jaunt up the Thames would suit them to a T'. But when they set off,
they can hardly predict the troubles that lie ahead with tow-ropes,
unreliable weather-forecasts and tins of pineapple chunks not to mention
the devastation left in the wake of J.'s small fox-terrier Montmorency. </span><span id="freeText6961759969755207767"> </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span id="freeText6961759969755207767"><u>Three Men in a Boat</u> was an instant success when it appeared in 1889,
and, with its benign escapism, authorial discursions and wonderful
evocation of the late-Victorian clerking classes', it hilariously
captured the spirit of its age.</span></i></span></blockquote>
I forgot just how funny <i>Three Men in a Boat</i> was (I had read it once before but remembered nothing). It's a kind of a travelogue, with three friends rowing down the Thames but really, it contains historical commentary that's clever and hilarious (the courting of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn) and anecdotes from the lives of all three men (and some from the dog, Momntmorency).<br />
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<i>Three Men in a Boat</i> is a staple of wit, cleverness and sarcastic humor. That's more or less widely known. But Jerome K. Jerome wrote a classic that holds quite a few surprises. Besides it being a book filled with hilarity, <i>Three Men in a Boat</i> is a tale that contains surprising insight into the nature of man and the insight's timelessness. Many a comment applies to the society of the 21st century just as much as it did to the 19th century, when the book was written, and it will apply to societies centuries to come.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>How they</i> [people]<i> pile the poor little craft mast-high with fine clothes and big houses; with useless servants, and a host of swell friends that do not care twopence for them, and that they do not care three ha'pence for; with expensive entertainment that nobody enjoys. with formalities and fashions, with pretence and ostentation, and with - oh, heaviest, maddest lumber of all! - the dread of what will my neighbour think, with luxuries that only cloy, with pleasures that bore (...) It is lumber, man - all lumber! Throw it overboard. It makes the boat so heavy to pull, you nearly faint at the oars."</i></span> (p.29-30)</blockquote>
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Another surprising thing was how beautifully Mr. Jerome could write. I was shocked a few times when after some comical adventure or two, the narrator would say some really wonderful bits. It was completely unexpected and made me appreciate the whole novel even more.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>It </i>[sailing]<i> comes as near to flying as man has got to yet (...) The wings of the rushing wind seem to be bearing you onward, you know not where. You are no longer the slow, plodding, puny thing of clay, creeping tortuously upon the ground; you are a part of Nature! Your heart is throbbing against hers! her glorious arms are around you, raising you up against her heart! Your spirit is at one with hers; your limbs grow light </i></span>(p.140)</blockquote>
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There is one thing that I didn't appreciate so much. It's the subject of rowing, towing and sailing that described the technical side of it all. I simply didn't care for it and it made the story drag a little at places. But of course, there was always something funny or even profound (yes, profound) following that made reading the slightly boring parts worth it.<br />
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FTC: I bought a copy of <i>Three Men in a Boat</i>.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-46388685199878052272012-10-02T15:49:00.004-04:002012-10-02T15:51:21.526-04:00Toby's Room by Pat BarkerRating<br />
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The book's description from the publisher's <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/book/8611/tobys-room-by-pat-barker" target="_blank">website</a>: <br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpWsg5t3YCE/UGiHWAY21oI/AAAAAAAAB14/QV5uMOdLjj8/s1600/tobysroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpWsg5t3YCE/UGiHWAY21oI/AAAAAAAAB14/QV5uMOdLjj8/s320/tobysroom.jpg" width="212" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>With <u>Toby’s Room</u>, a sequel to her widely praised previous novel <u>Life Class</u>,
the incomparable Pat Barker confirms her place in the pantheon of
Britain’s finest novelists. This indelible portrait of a family torn
apart by war focuses on Toby Brooke, a medical student, and his younger
sister Elinor. Enmeshed in a web of complicated family relationships,
Elinor and Toby are close: some might say too close. But when World War I
begins, Toby is posted to the front as a medical officer while Elinor
stays in London to continue her fine art studies at the Slade, under
the tutelage of Professor Henry Tonks. There, in a startling
development based in actual fact, Elinor finds that her drafting skills
are deployed to aid in the literal reconstruction of those maimed in
combat.<br /><br />One day in 1917, Elinor has a sudden premonition that
Toby will not return from France. Three weeks later the family receives
a telegram informing them that Toby is “Missing, Believed Killed” in
Ypres. However, there is no body, and Elinor refuses to accept the
official explanation. Then she finds a letter hidden in the lining of
Toby’s uniform; Toby knew he wasn’t coming back, and he implies that
fellow soldier Kit Neville will know why.</i></span><br />
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<i> </i>There can never be enough books about WWI experience. Not for me, at least. I will never know enough. But with each, well-written story I learn more. And <i>Toby's Room</i> is exceptionally well-written with crisp simplicity that cuts to the bone. This was my first experience with Ms. Parker's (a Booker Prize winner) writing and it left me in awe of how the lack of flowery, ornate writing opens the door to clarity.This clarity is essential to make the human tragedy that continued long after the war was over, real to the contemporary reader (we all know it was real, but knowing and actually feeling are two different experiences).<br />
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Even though <i>Toby's Room</i> is a sequel to <i>Life Class</i>, it's also a stand-alone novel. I read it without having a clue it was a sequel and had no issues with being confused about characters or previous story-lines that you sometimes get dropped right in the middle of when starting with book two in a series. I was however quite shocked with the strong beginning, wondering whether I really was reading what I thought I was. I loved how Pat Barker so unassumingly led me from a straight path on to a hurl down a sharp hill in the beginning chapters and then ended the story in the same, unexpected manner - one of the final scenes, the story of Neville's about what happened with Toby truly took my breath away and I found myself wiping tears off my cheeks in disbelief. My strong emotions however were not due to some shocking, suspend-your-disbelief-now event (it was something rather quite believable) but to the author's mastery of writing. It felt like she set a trap for me with her calming, down to earth, simple story-telling just to deliver a heartbreaking blow.<br />
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The whole book is sad, of course. I mean, how can it not be? It's about the worst coming-of-age experience possible. You enter your late adolescence full of dreams, ideas, crazy fooling around and then it all just stops, it's taken away because your guy friends, fiancees, boyfriends have to go and fight and die, or come home terribly disfigured, most likely with wounds to their bodies, souls and spirits that will never heal. And then you start to think those horrible but inevitable thoughts that maybe dying on the war front would have been better. That's what <i>Toby's Room</i> is and it's beautiful in the sorrow of the bright, talented people who were denied a chance. Life would never, could never, be back to what it was supposed to be. Life was now this:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>It seemed, looking back, that he's grown around the loss, that it [grief] had become part of him, as trees will sometimes incorporate an obstruction, so they end up living, but deformed.</i></span> (loc.1888-90, Kindle ed.)*</blockquote>
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But then, the most surprising thing was to find out that despite the tragedy, the talent prevailed and was used in one of the most amazing ways and also, again, heartbreaking ways: to help the doctors with reconstructive surgeries performed on the surviving soldiers, painting those wounded before and after surgeries. If you're interested (and you should be), please see some of those paintings by <a href="http://web311.pavilion.net/ARTtonks.htm" target="_blank">Henry Tonks</a> (who was also featured in <i>Toby's Room</i>) at <a href="http://www.gilliesarchives.org.uk/Tonks%20pastels/index.html" target="_blank">Gillies Archives</a>.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-6673223798764026812012-09-11T00:30:00.000-04:002012-09-11T00:30:01.066-04:00A Discovery of Witches by Deborah HarknessRating<br />
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The book's description from the author's <a href="http://deborahharkness.com/" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBUzHSSUTnQ/UE3aYCk8KkI/AAAAAAAABzo/1tlWqWerEgU/s1600/discoveryofwitches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBUzHSSUTnQ/UE3aYCk8KkI/AAAAAAAABzo/1tlWqWerEgU/s1600/discoveryofwitches.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>When historian Diana Bishop opens a bewitched alchemical manuscript
in Oxford’s Bodleian Library it represents an unwelcome intrusion of
magic into her carefully ordinary life. Though descended from a long
line of witches, she is determined to remain untouched by her family’s
legacy. She banishes the manuscript to the stacks, but Diana finds it
impossible to hold the world of magic at bay any longer.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>For witches are not the only otherworldly creatures living alongside
humans. There are also creative, destructive daemons and long-lived
vampires who become interested in the witch’s discovery. They believe
that the manuscript contains important clues about the past and the
future, and want to know how Diana Bishop has been able to get her hands
on the elusive volume.</i></span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Chief among the creatures who gather around Diana is vampire Matthew
Clairmont, a geneticist with a passion for Darwin. Together, Diana and
Matthew embark on a journey to understand the manuscript’s secrets. But
the relationship that develops between the ages-old vampire and the
spellbound witch threatens to unravel the fragile peace that has long
existed between creatures and humans—and will certainly transform
Diana’s world as well.</i></span></blockquote>
I think I'm pretty much done with romances. Every single one I've read in the past couple of years seemed to be dumber than the one before. <i>A Discovery of Witches</i> takes the prize in the latest string of romance novels written exclusively for stupid people. Don't let the categorization as fantasy fool you. I thought I was going to read a fantasy book about a smart, independent woman who also happened to be a witch and who would, to be slightly brash, kick some ass. When you think that not only did she have ordinary humans and fellow witches to contend with, but also demons and vampires, then it's easy to get your hopes up, settling in to what promised to be a smart escapist adventure of a read. It's not smart, the only time 'escape' would enter my mind was when I wanted to run from the story, and sitting home with my three kids is more of an adventure than spending time with the stuck-up, boring witch Diana Bishop.<br />
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I am not a reader who discounts a novel because the main character is unlikable. Not always. There are unlikable characters that were assigned such a role by an author (whether as a straight-up anti-hero or as a way to display that world is not made up of people we only want to fall in love with but that there needs to be a balance, if only to have some fun) and I have found myself absolutely loathing a character but also loving a story. And then there are characters that we're supposed root for, like, adore, what have you but an author fails to deliver in the characterization department and unknowingly (due to the lack of writing skills) manages to base a whole novel on a person that will make me at best roll my eyes in exasperation and put the said book away in disgust at worst. Deborah Harkness' character, Diana Bishop fell somewhere in between exasperation and disgust. She was such a perfect specimen that I began to wonder if she might have been an alien creature. She had the best powers any witch could have, she was a genius with all kinds of doctoral degrees, her bookcases no doubt brimming with awards for her scholarly work (of course, she was also a very young genius, not even forty yet), she was beautiful, made a vampire famous for his disregard for women fall madly in love with her, and of course she would eat like a horse without gaining a pound. All this blinding package came complete with Diana's obliviousness to all those wonderful attributes she possessed. Did the author read a manual for romance writers on how to write a run-of-the-mill romance, checked each staple requirement as she kept writing about <u><b>Diana the Prodigy</b></u> and that completed her education on writing? That's certainly how I imagined the process. And that's what made me decide to not waste my time on this book any further, along with minor (in comparison to the main character) other ridiculous cliches such as stunningly beautiful yet attractively dangerous vampire or a no-nonsense aunt with a hot temper as befits...you guessed it, a redhead.<br />
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One question remains: Why the hell are so many readers loving this book?! I'm not going to offend individual readers, but that <i>A Discovery of Witches</i> has such a following and such high ratings is yet another sign of our society's declining intelligence.<br />
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FTC: I wasted my hard-earned money on this book.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-44546322488776944472012-09-10T00:30:00.000-04:002012-09-10T08:11:51.620-04:00We Sinners by Hanna PylväinenRating<br />
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The book's synopsis from <a href="http://us.macmillan.com/wesinners/HannaPylv%C3%A4inen" target="_blank">the publisher</a>:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b>This stunning debut novel—drawn from the
author's own life experience—tells the moving story of a family of
eleven in the American Midwest, bound together and torn apart by their
faith </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The Rovaniemis and their nine children belong to a
deeply traditional church (no drinking, no dancing, no TV) in modern-day
Michigan. A normal family in many ways, the Rovaniemis struggle with
sibling rivalry, parental expectations, and forming their own unique
identities in such a large family. But when two of the children venture
from the faith, the family fragments and a haunting question emerges: Do
we believe for ourselves, or for each other? Each chapter is told from
the distinctive point of view of a different Rovaniemi, drawing a
nuanced, kaleidoscopic portrait of this unconventional family. The
children who reject the church learn that freedom comes at the almost
unbearable price of their close family ties, and those who stay struggle
daily with the challenges of resisting the temptations of modern
culture. With precision and potent detail, <u>We Sinners</u> follows each character on their journey of doubt, self-knowledge, acceptance, and, ultimately, survival. </i></span></blockquote>
<span class="readable reviewText"><span id="freeTextContainerreview374077709">I
enjoyed this novel very much and was convinced it would be another
winner for me among literary writers debuts. Hanna Pylväinen most certainly displayed a significant writing talent, especially when portraying the family dynamics, within the most unusual family nonetheless.</span></span><br />
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<span class="readable reviewText"><span id="freeTextContainerreview374077709">I appreciated the most that despite the Rovaniemis family living according to very strict religious rules, the author didn't make a parody of them or their religion. Nor did she point an accusing finger at anyone. She left the choice to form opinions to the readers. At the same time, Hanna told her story, in her own way, with her own opinion to be found between the pages. No small achievement for any writer, if you ask me. The truth is, 'we' are no more normal than 'them' and just because something is unknown to the majority of society, it doesn't make it weird, unacceptable or intolerable. Every one of us in this world has something that could be perceived as 'weird' to others. If you're a reader like me, who's looking for a moral or some kind of life truth <span class="readable reviewText"><span id="freeTextContainerreview374077709">in a story, <i>We Sinners</i> is something you may enjoy. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="readable reviewText"><span id="freeTextContainerreview374077709">I was loving every page of <i>We Sinners</i>...and then it ended so
abruptly and with a story that, while interesting in itself, had little
to do with the rest of the book and should have been a prologue instead of the ending, that my enthusiasm deflated and I
ended up quite disappointed. I got no emotional closure considering pretty much every member of the Rovaniemis' and I wanted so badly to keep reading and to find out how their lives really turned out. I could not believe when turning the last page that that was it. It made me quite angry. However, Ms. Pylväinen is a very talented new writer
who I believe only has to spread her wings a little wider. I will read her books as they get published with no hesitation. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-68906065667920625632012-09-09T06:00:00.000-04:002012-09-09T06:00:07.825-04:00When a Woman Lets Go of the Lies by Cheryl Brodersen<span id="reviewTextContainer394565785"><span id="freeTextreview394565785">Rating</span></span><br />
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<span id="reviewTextContainer394565785"><span id="freeTextreview394565785"></span></span><i>Author and speaker Cheryl Brodersen encouraged thousands of women to cast their worries to God’s care in her book <em>When a Woman Lets Go of Her Fears</em>.
Now she inspires them to embrace their identity and fulfillment in
Christ by shedding the lies that have plagued women since Eve: “I’m not
good enough.” “God isn’t strong enough.” “I’m too flawed to be loved.”
“God can’t use me.”</i><br />
<i>Cheryl presents engaging teaching, relevant
examples from women today and from the Bible, and biblical, practical
guidance to help women believe in God’s</i><br />
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<li><i>sufficiency to meet their needs</i></li>
<li><i>promises and power through His Word </i></li>
<li><i>plans for goodness and fruitfulness</i></li>
<li><i>blessings that follow obedience</i></li>
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<i>Since
Eden first blossomed, God has offered women love, guidance, fellowship,
and purpose. Cheryl helps today’s woman exchange the burden of
deception and pretense for the abundance, freedom, and fruitfulness God
intended from the very beginning.</i></blockquote>
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got through 24% of this book and out of courtesy decided to read no
more. After the initial disappointment at the superficiality of insight
and at the simplistic metaphors, I realized that I was reading just to
find more to complain about. And this is not the reason why I chose to
read this book or any other book, for that matter. <br />Just to give you an example of what I mean, when I say that the metaphors were simplistic and in effect, quite erroneous:<br /><br />When
talking to a particular woman who was going through difficult times
(although what they were is not mentioned, which I think is another
shortcoming) about trusting in God's promises, the author compared it to
the process of baking a cake.<br /><br />'I gave her the illustration of
baking a cake. If I follow the recipe I can have the assurance of a
delicious dessert. However, if I decide to omit a step like sifting or
beating, or I choose to leave out an ingredient, I can't blame the
recipe if the cake is a failure.' (location 472 in Kindle edition)<br /><br />In
other words, if we do everything God tells us to do, we'll receive the
fulfillment of His promises, we'll enjoy 'a delicious dessert'. But we
cannot disobey Him in any one of the rules (omit an ingredient or skip a
step in baking), because then there will be no cake.<br /><br />It couldn't get any simpler than that. My mind formed two questions immediately, however. <br /><br />Has
Ms. Brodersen life been really that easy, free of major complications,
struggles and/or tragedies, that she could afford such a naive comparison?
<br /><br />What happens when I bake a cake, follow instructions to a dot,
do not omit any ingredients, and the result is still a failure? This is
not a hypothetical question, either. I happen to fail at baking every
single time, no matter how much effort and time I put into it.<br /><br />By resorting to such simplistic comparisons, the author automatically excludes people like me. <br /><br />I
reach out for such books to find advice and comfort, and some insight
on how to proceed with my life riddled with struggles. I couldn't find
it in <em>When a Woman Lets Go of the Lies</em> and at the danger of adding even more unanswered questions to my repertoire, I gave up.</span></span><br />
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<span id="reviewTextContainer394565785"><span id="freeTextreview394565785"><em>When a Woman Lets Go of the Lies </em>by <a href="http://www.graciouswords.com/" target="_blank">Cheryl Brodersen</a> will be published and available for purchase on <b>October 1st, 2012</b>.<em><br /></em></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-19151463825927320182012-09-05T15:38:00.000-04:002012-09-05T15:44:56.202-04:00A Place Beyond Courage by Elizabeth ChadwickThe book's synopsis from the publisher's <a href="http://www.sourcebooks.com/store/place-beyond-courage.html" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<a href="http://elizabethchadwick.com/courage/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHD6h9ZF2G0/UEX9CuHjo-I/AAAAAAAABxA/7KIxMH3VNQo/s1600/placebeyondcourage.gif" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The early twelfth century is a time for ambitious men to prosper. John
FitzGilbert is a man of honor and loyalty,
sworn to royal service. When the old king dies, his
successor rewards the handsome and ambitious
John with castles and lands. But King Stephen has
a tenuous hold on both his reign and his barons, and
when jealous rivals at court seek to destroy John, he
backs a woman's claim to the crown, sacrifices his
marriage, and eventually is forced to make a gamble
that is perhaps one step too far.</i></span> <br />
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Rich with detail, masterful in its storytelling, <u>A Place
Beyond Courage</u> is a tale of impossible gambles and the
real meaning of honor.</i></span></blockquote>
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Elizabeth Chadwick is one of the very few historical authors writing today on whom you can rely to deliver historically accurate and at the same time attention capturing stories. <i>A Place Beyond Courage</i> is a prime example of this. Even though the actual events on which this story is based are riveting in themselves, Chadwick adds her personal touch by focusing our attention on figures not as well known as King Stephen or Empress Matilda but crucial in the shaping of history nonetheless.<br />
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John Fitz Gilbert, the father of Chadwick's most famous hero, William Marshal, is rarely mentioned in popular historical fiction, despite the fact that, as this novel helped me learn it, he was that crucial figure in the fight for the throne of England. I'll be honest, he is perhaps the most desirable character to me from all the historical fiction books I've read so far. The way Ms. Chadwick builds up his case (not entirely out of thin air either) as not quite the villain we, contemporaries might think him to be is very convincing. True, John Marshal is not exactly the perfect knight his son will be but that only makes him all the more exciting and more fun to read about. Frankly, the more I read about his offspring, William Marshal, the more I wish he inherited some dark traits from his father. Maybe then I'd be more inclined to read novels about him. Did John really gave up his toddler son, sent him to certain death without so much as a wink? Or was there much more to the story, was John in a place from which he would emerge a somewhat broken man, regardless of what his personal decisions might have been? It is a moral dilemma and the author helps us realize that rarely is anything in life clear-cut, especially when it comes to choices between one's honor, country or family. Regardless of what you'll end up feeling towards John Marshal, be it hatred, fury, love or admiration, I guarantee you will feel a lot. One thing Elizabeth Chadwick doesn't write is bland characters.<br />
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Speaking of characters and personal touches, the one distinct trait I've come to recognize in Chadwick's books is a presence of a strong female character. In <i>A Place Beyond Courage </i>it is Sybilla, the second wife of John Marshal. While almost all females in the Middle Ages can be regarded as strong, considering what they had to contend with all their lives, Sybilla takes a special prize for having the courage to think for herself, to use her common sense in all matters, to question things, arrive independently at conclusions and act accordingly. Sybilla simply is a kind of woman I most want to identify with when reading novels. I say 'want to' because as things stand, I'm not all that myself and only wish to be 'when I grow up'.<br />
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<i>A Place Beyond Courage</i> is a splendid book, all around: the high quality of writing, the great amount of research and the quick-paced action. At the risk of sounding cliche, there really is never a dull moment in this novel. <br />
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<br />FTC: I've received an ARC of A Place Beyond Courage from the publisher, <a href="http://sourcebooks.com/" target="_blank">Sourcebooks, Inc.</a> for a review.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-32907350275849190952012-08-28T01:39:00.000-04:002012-08-28T01:39:00.204-04:00The River by Michael NealeRating<br />
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The book's description from the publisher's <a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/the-river.html" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<i><b>“You were made for The River . . .”</b></i><br />
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<i>Gabriel Clarke is mysteriously drawn to The River, a ribbon of frothy
white water carving its way through steep canyons high in the Colorado
Rockies. The rushing waters beckon him to experience freedom and
adventure.</i><br />
<i>But something holds him back—the memory of the terrible event he
witnessed on The River when he was just five years old—something no
child should ever see.</i><br />
<i>Chains of fear and resentment imprison Gabriel, keeping him from
discovering the treasures of The River. He remains trapped, afraid to
take hold of the life awaiting him.</i><br />
<i>When he returns to The River after years away, his heart knows he is
finally home. His destiny is within reach. Claiming that destiny will be
the hardest—and bravest—thing he has ever done.</i></blockquote>
One of the most frustrating books I've read. The most frustrating spiritual book I've read.There really isn't much to say, because unfortunately there wasn't much to this book.<br />
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My expectations were much higher than what I found in The River. They were based on what others were saying about it.<br />
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<i>The inspirational read encourages readers to evaluate themselves, their motives and the toxic issue of forgiveness in a fascinating story of daring adventure, letting go of the past and finding courage to step into the future.</i><br />
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think everyone can relate to the protagonist's experience of having to
let go of the pain from his past in order to embrace the future for
which he's destined. <b>*</b></span></span></i><br />
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<span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535">I'm looking for a better direction in my life. I have been a seeker for a very long time, for complicated reasons. I thought Neale's book could help me be inspired, if nothing else. As it is, <i>The River</i> is changing no one's life any time soon. </span></span><i><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535"></span></span><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535"><b> </b></span></span></i><br />
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<span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535">I may be a skeptic and need some convincing but who are such books written for, if not for people like me. If your intended audience is that which already agrees with what you preach, then there's no justifiable reason to not market your book as such.</span></span><br />
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<span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"></span><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535">If I seem a little harsh, it's because I care about spirituality and inspiration, and I especially want to find them in Christian writings. Unfortunately, more and more often these books are written in a style of an 8th-grade essay, as if Christians couldn't possibly comprehend anything more complex. <i>The River</i> is no exception. It made me angry. I wanted to write a lot worse opinion on this book when I first finished it. I doubt I'll harm the sales any, though. I already have a feeling it will be the next The Shack, regardless of what this reader's inconsequential opinion is. </span></span><i><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535"></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer347124236"><span id="freeTextContainer1185964863205055535"><br /></span></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-43208436175648595402012-08-24T00:45:00.001-04:002012-08-24T00:45:48.768-04:00A slight change of direction.As you grow older, you grow up. At least that's the idea. I started blogging four years ago quite by accident and without much thought to it. I saw so many book blogs and figured I could have one too since I loved reading books and wanted to talk about what I read. I don't have many opportunities to talk about books in my life, e<b><u>ven fewer to talk about books and not be treated with patronizing indulgence</u></b>. It somehow happened that within my immediate family, I'm the only one who reads with a deeper purpose than simply passing time and treats reading not as a silly hobby but something serious that brings added value to my life.<br />
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Four years later, I feel I am in a place that allows me to make more straightforward and somewhat calculated decisions. This blog, which used to be Reading Extravaganza, is one thing I can and will change. I am doing something I should have done four years ago. I am finally giving it a direction.<br />
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<b>Axe for the Frozen Sea</b> is now a literature blog, not a book blog. What I will try to do here is create a bridge between literary fiction and commercial fiction. I don't want to write a novel that will be in the middle of these two. I am not a writer, I'm aware of what I can and cannot do. Unlike what seems to be 90% of today's population, I don't want to write books. I belong to <b><u>that very important group of people for whom books are written, paintings are painted, music composed</u></b>. I make art a part of my life. Unfortunately, the trend that worries me is that writing is no longer seen as art by an unbelievable number of people. It's sad but not tragic. As all other art, true writing will persevere.<br />
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I want to show you, whoever you might happen to be, that literary fiction is not pretentious or a whole lot of nothing dressed in big words no one understands. Literary fiction is instead beautiful, it has depth, it has lessons to teach you if you're willing to learn, and it will help you understand why <u><b>writing is a gift very few people are born with</b></u>.<br />
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I would also like to show those on the other end of reading tastes that 'commercial' fiction (I do hate that word, in all honesty) is not all worthless rubbish written by money and fame seeking individuals, who are nonetheless keen observers of the general public. Genre novels, such as horror, thriller, fantasy, crime et al, are penned by many talented writers whose passion for writing shines through their stories. If it were up to me, I would do away with the distinction altogether. Splendid fiction should be just that. <u><b>Novels should be judged on the quality of writing, not on which category or genre they belong to.</b></u><br />
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What is happening in the book world nowadays is tragic. The readers' standards are so low as to be almost non-existent, the atrocious books published and read nowadays are an insult to all the unforgettable literature that is facing a danger of becoming obscure. Not to mention we're now raising a generation of young people who not only religiously read <i>Twilight</i> trilogy instead of <i>Grapes of Wrath</i> or <i>Les Miserables</i> (yes, I read both in tenth grade and I was not an exception) but are encouraged to do so because after all <i><b>it doesn't matter what one reads, as long as one reads</b></i>. This may possibly be the most nonsensical and dumbest sentiment I've ever heard. This phenomenon is too complex to be written about in this post. I will write a separate one. Yes, I do have a strong opinion on it (I have strong opinions on a lot of issues, which condition I find a lot more preferable to trying to be falsely objective and in effect not have opinions at all).<br />
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I suppose this post may be called my blogger manifesto. And if it is that, then the posts published within this blog are my reader manifesto. <u><b>I will always speak up for literary works of art and against the rubbish written by semi-literates that should never have seen the light of day.</b></u>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-10015936303572766122012-08-13T07:08:00.000-04:002012-08-13T07:08:39.887-04:00The Chaperone by Laura MoriartyRating<br />
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The book's synopsis from the publisher's <a href="http://us.penguingroup.com/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9781594487019,00.html?The_Chaperone_Laura_Moriarty" target="_blank">website</a>:<br />
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13056159-the-chaperone" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQFDk09Jc0M/UATsRlLiHAI/AAAAAAAABtE/0R_1AGpaEO0/s320/chaperone.jpg" width="213" /></a><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><u>The Chaperone</u> is a captivating novel about the woman who
chaperoned an irreverent Louise Brooks to New York City in 1922 and the
summer that would change them both.</i><br />
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<i>Only a few
years before becoming a famous silent-film star and an icon of her
generation, a fifteen-year-old Louise Brooks leaves Wichita, Kansas, to
study with the prestigious Denishawn School of Dancing in New York. Much
to her annoyance, she is accompanied by a thirty-six-year-old
chaperone, who is neither mother nor friend. Cora Carlisle, a
complicated but traditional woman with her own reasons for making the
trip, has no idea what she’s in for. Young Louise, already stunningly
beautiful and sporting her famous black bob with blunt bangs, is known
for her arrogance and her lack of respect for convention. Ultimately,
the five weeks they spend together will transform their lives forever.</i></div>
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<i>For
Cora, the city holds the promise of discovery that might answer the
question at the core of her being, and even as she does her best to
watch over Louise in this strange and bustling place she embarks on a
mission of her own. And while what she finds isn’t what she anticipated,
she is liberated in a way she could not have imagined. Over the course
of Cora’s relationship with Louise, her eyes are opened to the promise
of the twentieth century and a new understanding of the possibilities
for being fully alive.</i></div>
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I wanted to write a nice, elaborate review to give justice to this
wonderful novel because I feel that the most significant aspects of it
have somehow been overlooked. Unfortunately, I seem to not be able to
write what I really want, so maybe shorter will be better this time.<br /><br />1.
I believe <i>The Chaperone</i> is first and foremost about people's inability
and/or unwillingness to change. It's about our judgmental natures and
our arrogance rendering 'us' better than 'them' even though we're all
human, some women better than other women, even though we're the same
gender and in the end we are facing the same challenges. Some of us
choose to change and make a change, and that's why humanity moves
forward. But some of us choose to stay in denial, live an illusory life
that allows them to think their morals are better and the rest of us
should live accordingly, unless we want to be judged and condemned for
stepping outside the line. This is why even though humanity does move
forward, it's also doing it at a snail's pace. Today we, who read <i>The
Chaperone </i>are not that much more morally open-minded than Cora and her
circle of female friends were in the 1920s, just like they were not all
that much better than the society was in <i>The Age of Innocence</i> that Cora
was reading when in NYC.<br /><br />2. Homosexuality is still something many
of us have big issues understanding, accepting or wanting to accept. I
know that there are many books dealing with homosexuality exclusively,
mostly in a form of erotica writing. But I will most likely never read
them. That's why <i>The Chaperone</i> is a book that mattered to me so greatly.
Thanks to Ms. Moriarty, my heart was shattered over the tragic life of
the one homosexual couple in the novel that strangely no one mentioned. I
loved this couple so, so much and when their lives came to an end, I
just wept at the injustice of this whole, f&$#ed world where because
of our stupid arrogance and bigotry we ruin other people, we take away their right
to be happy and to show their happiness to the whole world. Oh, I'm
still tearing up about it.<br /><br />Anyway, there's a lot more to the book
which almost every other review mentions. I simply wanted to write
about what hasn't been mentioned.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07127042690689033583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277775467976733660.post-39618383784657815382012-07-21T13:48:00.002-04:002012-07-21T13:48:57.223-04:00Writing is not a business and books are not consumer products.To me, writing is an art and only the truly talented people can claim the privilege of being called writers. There is no course, no school that will teach a person how to create magic with their words. I'm not a very assertive person, have always had problems due to trying to please everyone and will most likely suffer mental anguish from worrying over what others think of me for the rest of my life. That is the reason why I may write a comment here and there about the sad state of writing world/culture but I never really outright talk or write in full length about all that bothers me. But I have to now. I see it as a duty to myself to speak up now, even if no one reads a word of it.<br />
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I've been asking myself some questions. One of the things I wanted to know was what my beliefs were. And then I became worried that I might not have any (the process and what led to it, and the outcome are all a lot more complicated but not the subject of this post, hence the very simplified version). Thankfully, I do. I believe in the power of the written word to save lives, to change a person, and to influence change in the world. Great literature can, and has done all that.<br />
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Sadly, fewer and fewer people seem to believe that. And I think about why true gift is afforded so little regard and respect, every single day. It's killing me. Especially when I see my fellow readers, self-proclaimed lovers of books state that at the end of the day, 'It's just a book.' But then, I get a kick in the wound caused by readers comments because I see writers say exactly the same thing.<br />
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I want to ask the scribblers of the world who so profess their love of reading and writing:<br />
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Why the fuck are you writing?! <br />
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I have my answer but I hope that maybe readers will stop and look for one too.<br />
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And then, the most important question needs to be answered:<br />
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Why do you read?<br />
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Do you know what art does to me? It speaks to me in ways that not one person has ever spoken to me. I couldn't ever explain it to anyone who hasn't experienced it as well. One sentence in a book can break my heart. A description of a country's landscape will have me reeling with homesickness, and sarcastic humor of a character will make me laugh, regardless of where I am or in whose company.<br />
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Not all books are like that and not all people can write in such a way. But what I described is magic and magic is rare nowadays and all the more precious for it.<br />
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What has been happening recently online with readers and authors attacking one another is disgusting but also useful to me. I now know that not all readers are equal in their love for books, some of them may not even like reading so much as showing their questionable prowess in the usage of offensive language, snarky remarks and general nastiness. I also realize now, with greater clarity than ever, that a disturbing number of authors see their books as products and themselves as business 'owners'.<br />
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I don't even want to think in how many ways this 'writing as entrepreneurship' concept is wrong. Writers are artists. Most importantly, books are precious pieces of art, not a product to be sold alongside household devices.<br />
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I want absolutely nothing to do with this 'business' of putting out books. The books I read leave an imprint on me, make my life better, even if in a small way. Your products won't, because you're not really writing your souls into them, you're just trying to make money.<br />
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I know this blog is not a crazy popular site with tons of visitors a day. In an age when good writing is considered pretentious and you're only right when you agree with the majority (and called uppity, condescending, judgmental and arrogant when you don't), controversy reigns. Most importantly though, reading has always been a solitary activity for me, certainly not a means to socialize more. I want to write about books. I don't want to socialize, especially with people whom I can't even look in the eyes when we're conversing. I'm not criticizing any of it here, it's just not me. I'm an introvert through and through, I have no interest in virtual exhibitionism. But I appreciate gifted writers, I know talent when I read one and wish to convey that here by sharing my thoughts on fantastic novels that are classics and those that are just being published for the first time. I believe in literature and that it will live on, long after the 'scribbling business' folds.<br />
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