Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce

"Eighty-seven days after setting out to post a letter, Harold arrived at the gates of St. Bernadine's Hospice. Including mistakes and diversions, his journey had amounted to six hundred and twenty-seven miles." Harold, a retiree, had made the trip from the south of England to the east coast of Scotland on foot, wearing the same clothes and yachting shoes (many times repaired) he had on from the start.

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce made me weep, because as he neared the end of his journey, Harold faced painful truths that he had long buried. It also left me feeling uplifted, because at the end, Harold learned that it is possible to have a second chance, to forgive and to be forgiven.

I'm not giving away the story by revealing the ending. The appeal is in the slow disclosure of Harold's past as he travels, and in getting to know the many people that he encounters along the way, and the wife he left behind at home.

I highly recommend this heart-warming story. We can all use a little grace in our lives.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Heaven is Small by Emily Schultz

If there is such a thing as warm-hearted satire, then that is the category for Canadian author Emily Schultz's quirky novel, Heaven is Small. The opening sentences reveal that readers are in for a treat:

"Moments after his death, an event he had failed to notice, Gordon Small sought new employment.
Welcome to Heaven. If you know the extension you wish to reach, enter it now."

Heaven, as experienced by newly-deceased Gordon, is more like purgatory. It's a publishing house specializing in trashy romance novels. Gordon, a failed fiction writer, gets a job in the editorial department.

Office politics in the afterlife... I loved it.

Readalikes: Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris.

Monday, August 27, 2012

The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman

Alice Hoffman retells the legend of the siege at Masada, using the voices of four women who were among the 900 or so rebels and refugees making a final stand against the Romans when the rest of Judea had been conquered. All four women worked together in the dovecotes that provided eggs, meat (occasionally), and, most importantly, manure that enriched the gardens supplying fresh fruit and vegetables.

Yael, the assassin's daughter; Revka, the baker's wife; Aziza, the warrior's beloved; and Shirah, the witch of Moab -- in their society, women were defined chiefly through their relationship to men, but these four defied tradition, each in their own way. Getting to know these fierce and sorrowful characters was what I liked best about The Dovekeepers. I also enjoyed the glimpse into daily life in an inhospitable environment of 2000 years ago, and was equally intrigued by the descriptions of exotic folk traditions and arcane rituals.

Hoffman contrasts the attitudes towards women's folk wisdom and that of the men. Shirah is denounced as a witch for doing such things as dabbing hyssop nectar on her wrist to ward off evil. She "chanted Abra k'dabra." The men have better methods: "Abba presented my father with a fever charm, a prayer slipped inside a metal tube that was to be attached to the arms of the afflicted. He offered a length of blessed rope, to tie into knots in the children's tunics and bind them to good health." Abba was a leader of the Essene, followers of "a teacher from Galilee who taught that peace was the only hope for mankind."

Life was not peaceful for the folk gathered at the desert fortress of Masada, however. Their leaders were the brutal Sicarii -- warrior assassins. Aziza, having been raised as a boy in a different tribe, felt particularly constrained by the gender divide at Masada. She wanted to take up arms against the Romans too. Aziza's lover is Amram, Yael's brother. "He called me his sheep, his dove, his darling girl, but I was none of those things." Aziza realizes "He was not the one for me, for he would never accept the hidden part of me." In her old life, Aziza had the opposite problem, hiding her female nature. "I thought of my old friend Nouri, and how I had betrayed him, pretending to be something I wasn't, a creature cast from sinew and muscle rather than a woman of flesh and blood." This last sentence bothers my sensibilities, since I don't view men as 'creatures' and they are just as much made of flesh and blood as women. But I guess it is Aziza's way of explaining the mask she used when living as a boy. At Masada, Aziza found a way to slip back into an approximation of her true self by impersonating her younger brother.

If you are already familiar with the ending of the legend of the siege at Masada, you'll be glad to know that Hoffman has found a way to end The Dovekeepers with hope.

Readalikes: The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley); Theodora (Stella Duffy) and The Red Tent (Anita Diamant).


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Every You, Every Me by David Levithan

Whenever David Levithan releases a new book, it's always interesting to see what kind of style he has chosen. His groundbreaking first novel, Boy Meets Boy, is not only an upbeat gay YA romance, but also features a high school where nobody blinks an eye at a flamboyant drag queen being both homecoming queen and quarterback of the football team. The Lover's Dictionary is a novel told in vignettes. Love Is the Higher Law is a 9/11 story told in three voices. Levithan's collaborative work with other authors (Rachel Cohn -- Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist and others; and John Green -- Will Grayson, Will Grayson) can be counted on for memorable voices in YA literature.

In Every You, Every Me, Levithan collaborated with photographer Jonathan Farmer, using each new photo Farmer supplied as a prompt to direct where he would go next in his suspenseful story about teens dealing with mental illness. In addition to the artwork, the novel contains words and entire passages that are crossed out. The strikethrough text allows readers to follow the narrator's thought process as he sorts out what he wants to say:

"They looked like they were happy vulnerable flirting together."

"Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it."

Evan was Ariel's best friend. Jack was Ariel's boyfriend. Ariel is "gone" (where?) and someone is leaving mysterious photo clues for Evan and Jack. Something sinister seems to be going on. Who can Evan trust? How well did he really know Ariel? Or Jack?

Unusually for Levithan, there's no queer content in this one. It's the format that is the biggest attraction. In fact, the style initially seemed to trump the story itself, but it's a quick read. Even though I didn't get emotionally involved with the characters, I felt intellectually stimulated. I'm still thinking about it, several days later.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Everything Is Illuminated, take 2: style and content

After posting my review of Everything Is Illuminated yesterday, I've thought a lot more about why I had a negative reaction to the book. Ali Smith, in her recent column in the Guardian about style vs. content, helped clarify my thoughts. 

"For a style may not be to your taste. It may not be your style. But that's an important issue, one that marks style's power. The last thing literary style is is a matter of indifference; that's why it's so powerful a stirrer of love and passion, anger and argument. That's why it can really trouble us. That's why a style you don't take to can feel so like a personal assault."

The personal assault I felt was on two fronts. I mentioned one yesterday, that Foer's use of slapstick humour clashed with the specific depictions of genocide. Smith addresses this very thing, mentioning novels that "clarify historic foulness yet masquerade as, and are, comedic entertainments." Reacting to comedy is deeply personal. Why did I enjoy Yann Martel's Beatrice and Virgil and not Everything Is Illuminated? Both revisit the Holocaust using humour, an element of fable, and even include the author as a fictional character in their own work. It's simply a matter of taste.

The other thing that I might have taken too personally was the way Alex used English incorrectly in Everything Is Illuminated. Since I'm soon to be immersed in a foreign language environment and my Slovak skills are rudimentary, I know that I will make mistakes. I'll use the wrong words. And maybe I'm a little sensitive about that.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

It's disappointing to finally get to a book that I've been meaning to read for a long time... and then feel pretty meh about it. Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything Is Illuminated has lots of the elements that I like, including:

  • A writing style that switches back and forth between contemporary times and a fable about generations of Jewish inhabitants in a shtetl in Ukraine, plus a few odd bits of letters and old book excerpts thrown in. 
  • People searching for their roots
  • Family secrets revealed
  • Jewish experience in the Holocaust
  • Eastern European setting
  • Dialogue in nonstandard English
  • Humour 

But somehow, it just didn't work for me. Sometimes, when a book flips back and forth between narratives, one captures my interest more than the other. In this case, I found annoying elements in both of the main story strands. Alex, the modern Ukrainian guide and translator, uses English in a way that manufactures sense, so it isn't rigid to know what he signifies, but it spleened me anyway. It was tiresome. And I found the historical fable unpleasantly preposterous, rather than whimsical. A husband and wife, for example, "fought so much to remind ourselves that we were in love and not in hate." Both the family violence and the rampant sex were too much for me.

There were parts that made me smile, like: "Jews are those things that God loves. Since roses are beautiful we must assume that God loves them. Therefore we must assume that roses are Jewish."

Even though I usually like a combination of humour and pathos, in this case the horrors were jarring against the slapstick. If it would have been the print book instead of an audiobook, I don't think I even would have got to the end. I kept thinking, just one more CD, maybe it will get better. 11.45 hours later, I did appreciate the conclusion as well as the overall way the novel was constructed. I also liked the two narrators of the Recorded Books edition, Jeff Woodman and Scott Shina, who helped pull me through when I found the story itself a slog. 

This is a rare case where I might like the movie better than the book... if I ever get around to watching it.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Bratislava by Lucy Mallows

Travel writer Lucy Mallows shows some personality in Bratislava: A City Guide, published by Bradt. Most travel guides are so bland that it's refreshing to come across odd statements like "Slovak mineral water is delicious and contains many life-enhancing properties" -- even when I don't believe her. I'm a fan of water, truly, but "delicious" is going a bit far.

Mallow pays attention to small, but important, details, like where to find the best public toilets. She gives advice about how to get small denominations of money to make it easier to pay bus fare, even going so far as to mention "The girl at the exchange booth on Rybárska brána is very helpful." (The guidebook was published in 2009. I wonder if that woman still works there.)

Me in traditional dress, Slovakia 2002
Twenty-five pages at the beginning give just the right amount of the history, politics and economics for context. Unusual facts are what I like best, like this list of names that the city has had over a succession of occupants and occupiers:
805 - Wratislaburgum
907 - Braslavespurch
1038 - Breslava Civitas
1042 - Brezeburg
1050 - Brezalauspurch
1052 - Preslawaspurch
1108 - Bresburg, Bresburch
1146 - Bosonium
1300s-1400s - Poson, Posonium
1465 - Istropolis
1500s - Posonium Pressburg
1848 - Pozsony, Pressburg, Presporok, Bratislava
1918 - "Following many centuries of Austro-Hungarian domination, Czechs and Slovaks were so thankful to American President Woodrow Wilson for supporting the establishment of their independent common state, Czechoslovakia, that they renamed Bratislava 'Wilsonovo Mesto'; the new name didn't last for very long."
1919 - Bratislava

Former American president George W. Bush was not held in the same regard as Wilson. "'The only thing I know about Slovakia is what I learned first-hand from your foreign minister who came to Texas,' Bush told a Slovak journalist, shortly after meeting the prime minister of Slovenia."

I'll be in Slovakia in two weeks.  I'm looking forward to seeing my cousins and talking like a pirate with every hello and goodbye: Ahoj!