Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The Shape of Bones by Daniel Galera

3.5 Stars


Brazilian coming of age story that's characterizations and setting shine.

This is a fun ride, but don't spoil it by reading too many reviews because once you know where it's going the power is diminished. 

Dual timeline of a boy and the man he becomes. We interlope on a childhood filled with the reckless endeavors and feats of worth that ensure blood, pain, and admiration. Hermano's viewpoint is extremely self-conscious, always judging himself by looking from the outside, an adolescent paralysis--can't act without prejudging the outcome. The reader feels the disembodiment.

We begin the journey with a wild and ill-advised bike ride through the neighborhood, Esplanada. It's a colorful journey with all the attributes that give it a distinct flavor: cachaça, reckless disregard for trespassing, black magic shrines, cultural observances, and the wildness of an unscripted youth. Life uncaged, with all the joys and dangers it entails. And I loved this because it reminded me of my childhood in the Caribbean. So, there is a definite sense of armchair traveler associated with the storytelling. 

The flip side of the story is the wild and ill-advised climb up the unknown mountain. How does the man resemble his youth. How do confidants affect us, and how does our inner drive motivates us, makes us choose A or B? Do we change or merely repeat?

This went from reminiscent and idyllic, even in its broken parts, to ominous and foreboding. The tension ramped up, and suddenly, adrenaline was flowing. I'll be honest, the acceleration in the last third of the book is where the power lies. All that came before are the trickles leading to a raging river. You sense the potential for something big to happen, but you're not sure where or how. 

I recommend this for those who enjoy reading transformative moments when childhood is abandoned and the mantle of adulthood taken.

Advance Reader Copy, Due out August 15, 2017.


Thursday, May 18, 2017

Seven Against Thebes by Aeschylus

3 Stars


Poor Polynices and Eteocles, though to be honest, Eteocles is an asshat. The whole thing was just...



So, yeah. Basically cursed by their grandfather, Laius for disobeying Apollo, and compounded by their father, Oedipus--Yikes! You knew it wasn't going to end well. Antigone is still my girl, gotta reread it.
HERALD
I forbid you to act thus in violation of the city.

ANTIGONE
I forbid you to make useless proclamations to me.

Best part of this one were the cool descriptions of the Argives' shields--SWEET! Some awesome designs.

Plenty of Fish by Josh Lanyon


3 Stars


Sea lovers friends to lovers story.



So, I am all things ocean. Even the creepy shiver of juvenile great whites trawling the SoCal shore, right now. That makes the content of this story a +1 because of all the sea life and water time spent. It's a pretty straight forward and sweet childhood friends to lovers' story with a shot of adrenaline. Two young Cali dudes, love and the ocean = delightful interlude. Perfect quick bedtime story or lunch break read. 

Still thinking about that tasty lobster.


Black Dog Blues by Rhys Ford (Kai Gracen #1)

4 Stars


Totally regret not reading this sooner.

Because I'm the sort of degenerate reader who reads the second book before the first or the fourth in a series and then hodgepodge the rest in randomly--yeah, I'm one of those--I wish I'd dusted off my patootie and jumped straight back to this one after reading the sequel. And holy crackerdoodles I hope there's more in this series--I want. There's a book due this year, right?

Gimmee. *throws money*

Nasty acid-spittle demon dogs, a half-breed elf bounty hunter and the golden prince. Jeez... this is just awesome. I totally was on board with the post-apocalyptic Southern California with humans and elves just out of a war and hating each other--YES! Oh yeah, and dragons. And a suped-up Mustang! God, I miss cars you could actually fix without a computer.


Hex-Rated: A Brimstone Files Novel by Jason Ridler

4 Stars


Pulp fiction joyride across seventies LA. 

This is the stuff cult movies are made of. Hex-rated is a mash-up of Magic Castle, A Boy Named Sue, and Lair of the White Worm. Take a disenchanted, down-on-his-luck guy trying to do the right thing, James Brimstone--most of the time. Add some noir elements like a doll and that just ensures trouble. 



There is a lot of scathing commentary about history and the revisionist lies we like to tell ourselves. Set in the 1970s, it's unvarnished from the plethora of body odors and various fluids to race relations and the Hollywood machine.
These myopic twits wished all those blacks would go back to where they'd come from before they helped us win the war by doing dangerous munitions and navy work, and that kind of racist amnesia also fed the battle cry for all the Asians to go back home, even though most of them had been here long before the current set of whites who'd fled the dustbowl and came to California and proclaimed it their white Shangri La.

Overall, fun and appropriately tawdry as the cover implies. 


Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Deathless (Leningrad Diptych #1) by Catherynne M. Valente


5 Stars

You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews. 


On the face of it, this seems to be a very simple fairy tale story albeit with astonishingly gorgeous prose. Valante's wordsmithing is art; I think I ended up with over 50 bookmarks. Also, the delicate story within a story within a story is so precise that it could be easy to ignore or miss without the relevant prerequisite knowledge about the history of Russia. 



This story does not wander, it is cyclical. It embraces a never-ending mindset rather than a linear one. This is an older conceptual philosophy that predates Christian theology. Marya and Koschei come full circle like a wheel spinning. 

Remember, dream, mourn. There is no beginning without an ending, but with each ending comes a beginning. This is elegant. The layers of history and symbolism and life are delicately constructed, all nestled inside of each other. This is a book where writing a review is difficult, nigh impossible because there are too many nuances to address without pages, every single thing that appears does so for a reason and will appear again. 

I loved Koschei from the beginning:
If she had looked out the window, she might have seen a great, hoary old black owl alight on the branch of the oak tree. She might have seen the owl lean perilously forward on his green-black branch and, without taking his gaze from her window, fall hard—thump, bash!—onto the streetside. She would have seen the bird bounce up, and when he righted himself, become a handsome young man in a handsome black coat, his dark hair curly and thick, flecked with silver, his mouth half-smiling, as if anticipating a terribly sweet thing.

I will read this again, not because I will forget it, but because it is so beautiful, bleak, and sharp that I must.


Illuminating Women in the Medieval World by Christine Sciacca


3 Stars

A coffee table book featuring a heavy reliance on Getty pieces. 

The book assumes little prior knowledge by the reader explaining how the book will deviate from preconceived ideas or stereotypes of females (damsels in distress) during the Middle Ages. It is geared towards a curious general reader, who should find this engaging without being too academic. It is divided into four thematic sections. 

Ideals of Womanhood: Beyond the norm in terms of illustrations with a couple extraordinary examples: an Ethiopian Virgin Mary, two unusual representations of Saints Catherine and Agatha, and a Persian manuscript featuring King Khusrau and Shirin.

Warnings to Women: The imagery addresses issues of immodesty and unchaste behavior, often erotic and bordering on salacious, the identity of the patron plays heavily into the interpretation of the illumination. The saving grace in this section is the idea of redemption. 

Daily Life: Broad title for non-religious or parables that highlight events in women's lives. Illuminated manuscripts were not cheap or plentiful. Patrons requested them and thus they commemorate important events of wealthy persons. Weddings, lineage, Caesarian birth, etc, and if the events are of religious figures they are presented in secular environs: Maria Lactans and Saints' baptisms. The naturalism is a reflection of Northern European trends that is surprisingly unaddressed in the book. Additionally, various female occupations are represented: bakers, spinners, and harvesters. 

Women in the Arts: Focuses on patronage, artists, and writers, The selection is not terribly large, but it does hold images that aren't often seen in a field where Book of Hours or prayer books dominate. 

Overall, excellent concise explanations of the context surrounding the imagery. It addresses the intended audience or patron in many cases, at times this seems paradoxical to the theme or rendering of the image. Most of the images are from Northern European artists as reflected by the J. Paul Getty Museum's holdings. Additionally, there are several lovely illuminations that don't fall into the typical Book of Hours or Christian works with a Persian manuscript and Torah images. 

Small gripe is that there are a few identifications of the illuminations that are discussed, but the evidence is not present in the image, often elsewhere in the work. Additionally, there are no essays about medieval women included in the book, the focus is the illuminations--yes, the reader will hear snippets about Heloise and Abelard and the lives of various saints, but not as much overall context of the time period. I guess I had hoped for a bit more depth regarding the subject rather than a just a gallery of images as lovely as it is.

An Unnatural Vice by K.J. Charles


3 Stars

Men on opposite sides.

Nathaniel Roy and Justin Lazarus are two miserable bastards that don't really evoke sympathy at the onset of the book. Possessing diametrically opposed viewpoints of the world it makes for an interesting discussion as the book progresses. I can't say that either character is endearing, but the gulf between the two has a bridge and it is traversed as they begin to understand the basis for each other's stance. But, I just never felt invested in either one. 

While I enjoy Charles' writing this lacked the depth of historical data of Charles' "Society of Gentlemen" and the drama of "A Charm of Magpies". I suppose Victorian England has never been my favorite period so this might not have been as good a fit as the others. But, it was Justin's similarity in character to Jonah from "Jackdaw", which makes for a flawed protagonist. You can understand their decisions, but it's hard to admire them. In fact, the interaction between Ben and Jonah in "Jackdaw" is quite similar to Nathaniel and Lazarus, here. 

Ultimately, the one thing that annoyed me most, and I was wondering as the available pages left to read dwindled, that it literally ends with a To be continued. There is a major plot point that is left dangling while the characters' romance seems to be wrapped up. I did not find the series arc plotting as seamless as "Society of Gentlemen". 

Enjoyable read, but not compelling as I put it down many times without a problem. 

Lickety Split by Damon Suede

4 Stars

Hot and poignant.

Is the past what we remember? Man, this was some angsty, mental churning, and emotion flailing as Patch heads home to deal with the business of death. Alright, so the whole funeral and going home is a time bomb we all freaking deal with, some younger than others. Regardless, it's a minefield of the present, past, and what never was, and what everyone thinks, and tasks, decisions. and the detritus of lifetimes. 

And four years ain't even that long. A drip. A blink. Still you're different, and so is everyone you left behind. Patch gets pulled in and has to reconcile his memories, his insecurities, and the reality which is like a carnival of different rides. The merry-go-ride of doing the same thing and getting nowhere. The funhouse mirrors of distorted perceptions, in which you find that you might have perceived things through a slightly different filter than others. The delicious and will kill you foods that you can't resist. But the piece de resistance if the crazy loop-to-loop of desire and the nausea it induces. 

Patch and Tuck have some history. Let's just say that it gets worked over quite extensively--ahem, repeatedly. This is some earthy, get down and dirty bodily appreciation with a sweet side of rope and daddy kink. And boy does this ring my daddy kink bell near perfect. Honestly, there's only one hiccup I hit and that was Patch's replay of some mental blocks, which yes, realistically is a multistage process, but slowed things down, but once the coy circling stopped even with the sidesteps this pushed through fast.

I think this appealed to me because it dealt with the theme of going home, a small town and while I didn't grow up stateside I had a cow pasture behind my house as a kid and ran barefoot through the fields and everything in it for years, climbing trees to eat fresh fruit, and escape cattle. And my barbwire scar is my favorite, used to rub it while I fell asleep to remind me of myself. So, yeah, this resonated with me.

In the Shadow of the Moon: The Science, Magic, and Mystery of Solar Eclipses by Anthony Aveni

3 Stars

This work represents an extensive overview of world recollections of eclipses from oral, pictorial and written accounts. It explains the mechanics, the science of the events, but the focus is the experience as seen through the ages and across the varying cultures. Stylistically conversational, it is geared towards laypeople, and written to be intersectional combining: religion, astronomy, mythology. It draws on eyewitness accounts where available. Essentially, this is cultural astronomy. 

Includes a review of extant eclipse records from Stonehenge, Babylonia, Ancient Greece, Judeo-Christian and Muslim, Chinese, Maya, and Aztec societies. The cultural importance within is emphasized. Briefly addresses the stewardship of Islamic astronomers as the critical link between ancient cultures and modern western cultures.

Walking a line between mystical and scientific with the observation that reconciling them may be a futile task since the objectives are different. This is a discussion of eclipses as science and cultural phenomena and how humankind progresses in its knowledge, understanding, and the regard of event. People have used the knowledge or fear of eclipses to manipulate followers. Offshoots of Christianity were validated by celestial events and epidemics as church leaders sermoned about the consequences of man's sin. Shawnee Doctrine garnered Native American resistance by "prophesying" a solar eclipse. Nat Turner gained followers' trust by foretelling an eclipse to galvanize a slave rebellion. 

I knew more than I realized before reading this and thus, there weren't a great deal of aha moments for me, but it certainly highlighted our obsession with binaries and its origin: the sun and moon.

Beat Transnationalism by John Tytell


3 Stars

I came to this book completely ignorant of the subject matter. Yes, of course, I'd heard of Ginsberg and Kerouac, but even my knowledge of Burroughs was confined to the Edgar Rice Burroughs, not William Burroughs. Frankly, this was material that was not in my house growing up. Macchiavelli's "The Prince", sure. Kerouac's "On the Road", not so much. 

Tytell begins by framing Kerouac, Burroughs, and Ginsberg in context to each other and their relative experiences in Mexico: shared observations, intersections with each other, and divergences in events that influenced their writing. The degree of romanticizing and exoticizing is surprisingly varied. 

Inspired by Ginsberg, who said to Tytell that he would never understand the Beats unless he travelled Mexico, the second section revolves around the Oaxaca letters from John Tytell to his wife, Mellon. You see the trajectory of his musings as he works on his biographies of Burroughs and Kerouac. Tytell relates his experiences to those he's read about in various literary works. He spends time observing, which he recognizes at some point is counter to the purpose of his reason for visiting Mexico--he should be engaging in his own endeavors instead of chronocling others. The letters he writes to his wife illustrate this shift, but ultimately the objective is the mental connections Tytell makes with the Beat authors and their works. 

Tytell is a sympathetic narrator, not unbiased. He acknowledges that the anti-mainstream response is not unique and cites Henry Miller and his Tropics from the 1930s, but this has been ongoing through the centuries and dramatically represented in the arts from Caravaggio's thuggery to Corbet's crudity. Tytell emphasizes the point that every generation has a voice that breaks the previous mold to emerge and Ginsberg's "Howl" is that seminal work. 

The third section breaks down Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Burroughs: their works and lives. The tragedy and mythologizing as we traverse from public rejection, scorn, death and/or eventual acceptance. 

Beat transnationalism is a continuation of the American writers' tradition of using foreign lands and the conflict inherent in two cultures clashing for fodder. Tytell illustrates their steps as part of a journey that had been undertaken before. Burroughs in Tangiers, Ginsberg in India, Tytell makes the argument that the Beats became the voice of subsequent generations of youths rebelling, rejecting established ideologies and searching for an existence beyond borders and cultural restrictions. 

Tytell's argument that it wasn't a boys' club falls woefully on its face as he begins with Bonnie Bremser's contribution to the Beats. naive privileged young woman who marries Ray Bremser, Kerouac drinking buddy, who flee to Mexico when Ray violates his parole. He pimps her out, and what follows is her story "For Love of Ray". Except Tytell is disappointed by the lack sensory details of her sexual encounters, the idea the sex is rote and mechanical seems disappointing to him--as if the vicariousness of it is the objective. He started off trying to be inclusive and negate the boys' club reputation and ends up adding misogyny. His subsequent selections of Judith Malina and Patti Smith are much more powerful. 

The importance of the avant garde publishers who championed the Beats and the subversive, norm-challenging viewpoints are given a place here. Laughlin, Rosset, and Ferlinghetti all poured enormous sums of inherited money to give the Beats and authors outside of traditional publishing venues a place. Perhaps my ignorance is highlighted, but I found this very approachable and generally concise--Tytell's personal letters were the exception as we relived his first hand accounts rather than the summaries of others' lives. 

Does this succeed in framing the Beats as transnational? Excellent question, and I'll say yes, but not for the apparent reason of their shared travels to Mexico and beyond. Simply stepping outside of one's norm and being other dramatically shifts one's perceptions. The greater the difference the more radical the realignment of thinking; one is forced to analyze the concept of an alternate lifestyle. Add in factors like unfamiliar language, abject poverty, and mind altering drug usage and there are going to be questions. I think the transnationalism is a humanism influenced by foreign travel. 

Overall, I found this extremely informative and helped me weave together disparate threads of knowledge into a picture. For someone of greater understanding of the material this may or may not be as interesting. Nevertheless, the amount of research and interviews conducted while forming this book are evident and the presentation is a friendly confidence shared. 

The Black Moth by Georgette Heyer


3 Stars

They're all idiots.

Okay, here's the twist and my conundrum in rating this book. A good part of this just reads as melodramatic Georgian period llama drama. Overblown. On the other hand, there are parts of this where the absurdity of it is evident--it's mocking the behavior in a Much Ado About Nothing kinda way. So, reader mood when approaching this really affects how it is received. Oddly enough, I went back and forth between the two and it seemed to drag on a bit in places; therefore, I'm not entirely displeased, but it's not a bell ringer either. 

Parts of it were 2 stars, a few sparkling moments of humor really shining to 4 stars, but plodding along just under 3 stars for most of it. It really isn't 2 stars, but my rating is a generous farce-appreciating one, even if I didn't for large portions of it.

The Jazz Age: American Style in the 1920s by Stephen Harrison, Sarah D, Coffin


2 Stars

Short version: 
A collation of art designs during the 1920s and 30s influenced by European emigration and exhibitions as they influenced everything from fine arts to industrial design and marketing in the burgeoning American marketplace of post WWI.

Long review:
Jazz is not a unifying theme to this catalogue; yet, it is nonetheless interesting. This reads more like a transition period of Art Deco where figurative and abstract elements vie for supremacy and exotic motifs abound. The amount of jazz related items are minimal and front loaded in the catalogue for casual browsers. A few instances of Josephine Baker inspired works and graphic posters, a couple pieces of jewelry and decorative art items comprise the entirety of the Jazz Age. This is a bit deceptive considering the book title. 

Instead, this begins with the European influences on American style and how they were adopted. Paris was a major influence with the Lost Generation, Cole Porter's works developed while in France--the cosmopolitan influence. At times this reads more like a socialite registry memoir with everyone's comings and goings, and on dits with the tie-in to the theme being ancillary.

Exhibitions are referenced over and over as the catalysts for much of the drive toward modernism's adoption into the American market and mindset. Museums and department stores were the unlikely pair pushing to influence Americans. Germans, excluded from the Paris World Fair due to post World War I sentiments managed a runaround by addressing the American market itself with many high profile art emigrations.

Domestic production and imported goods as well as the marketing are much more of the focus. The concept of department store windows as exhibition space, where they lured consumers and how they courted designers from the art world was intriguing. So, while I was not a fan of the layout of the essays and some of the content overlap within them it suits a coffee table. For me, the unexpected cubist inspired works were the most interesting because I lacked familiarity with them. There are some lovely photographs of decorative arts, furnishings as well as the glitzy jewelry that we all love to see sparkle, and what could be more impressive than those from the Roaring 20s. Seriously, there are some lovely carved emerald and ruby pieces that are rather extraordinary. 

If this book was titled correctly I'd probably be more forgiving. As it is, I felt like I was tricked. I got something but not what I thought I was getting.

Desperate Duchesses by Eloise James

4 Stars

Life is a chessboard.

There is a freedom of the Georgian period, utter absence of bourgeois attitudes of propriety, ridiculous morality born out of class distinction, that is compelling to read. James does beautiful characters in the style of Dangerous Liaisons as the first book in this series begins.



I shall obfuscate the precise relationships in this book so as to avoid spoiling it. Safe to say that this is a game and persons are being moved around, alliances made, revenge sought, and shocking behaviors by our present standards engaged in. The beauty in the story is the game. Not the real chess games being played, but the metaphorical ones. And it is the chess masters who are in charge. 

This fun, flirtatious, and reminds me of a perfect cocktail party where everyone is at their peak--witty and charming with double or triple entendres and innuendoes flawlessly delivered. It's sexy, like listening to Mozart. That said, there are things that might not appeal to all readers. It is written such that five different storylines are intertwined, and while one of the threads is tied off by the end the others are left incomplete. Readers will have to continue on with the series to find out the resolutions to characters who have peaked their interest. 

I enjoy James' writing a great deal; I had just forgotten how much. It is seamless, well-researched, and entertaining. This is a romance by contemporary standards, so an HEA is requisite and readers will not be disappointed, merely taken on a diverting amusement ride. I shall continue on with the series because there are certain devilish characters herein that charm me.

Favorite quote: It was true that he hated—if momentarily—every person who beat him at a game of chess, but to have that person be a woman who seemed supremely insouciant about his offer to take her to bed was infuriating.

The Little Red Fish (#5) by James Moffitt, Bizhan Khodabandeh

3 Stars

A world caught in an endless cycle of violence and cruelty. It's almost too easy to give up, to give in and let those who would perpetrate evil rise. But it's the very spirit of resistance that gives revolution its power.


--Khodabandeh, Mended Arrow website

Evocative. I jumped into this serial without a problem, though a basic understanding of the Iranian Revolution is helpful it is not necessary because the concepts behind it are universal. The words and artwork speak clearly from a radical leftist viewpoint. As the creators state, this is a political allegory.

The artwork was very compelling in color and tone, saturated and dulled. The lines were crisp and and the perspective changed nicely between the Fish and the Heron with powerful diagonal cutaways for action. The theme of idealism subverted as a consequence of the revolutionary process is stunningly portrayed. 

This is a solid read for middle grades onwards. If you want a greater understanding of the specifics of the Iranian Revolution, then you will need auxiliary materials.

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America's Shining Women by Kate Moore

4 Stars

Death sentences for corporate greed. 

I remember an old Westclox in the house when I was young. I was amazed at how the numerals glowed at night, how beautiful they were. It seemed like magic. 



Radioactivity is kind of magical and deadly.

In the admirable process of humanizing the tragedy, the reader proceeds down the path the majority of the dial painters' lives took as their health mysteriously began to fail. Young, vibrant women who were suddenly ailing in ways that belayed their years. The narrative describes photos and people with imagery, but it would have been much more compelling if there were photos to accompany the text. The majority of the girls are described in physical details and a personality notation which gave me a strange feeling of reading a catalog. Then there's the repetitive and quite gruesome death spirals to read. The same series of events occurring and the horrifying wait for the link to be made. 

Radium was a wonder element when discovered by the Curies. People thought it could do everything and was used in applications from health tonics to industrial war efforts. It was hawked as being perfectly safe, even beneficial.

I abandoned my distaste for books that have the term "Girl" or "Girls" in the title when they mean women; it won't be too soon when this trend dies. Honestly, many of the women working in dial factories were girls with some starting as young as thirteen and many sixteen through eighteen years of age. While I wouldn't call this an enjoyable read, it is well researched and informative. 

Where the first section introduced the women, the second focuses on the fight they faced and the beginning of the litigation process. Laws are meant to protect, but here money protects money, and power protects power. Each push to rectify a unbelievably horrid set of conditions and worker abuse is met with resistance and undermining. Rather than resolving issues and misery, money was used to obstruct. Laws were drafted in ways so that compensation could never be paid out and doctors who initially treated a large group of girls going to the USRC to get renumeration and agreeing to lie to his patients. Charming circumstances of business trampling over employees, and proof the world doesn't really change. 

Except for one thing, the amazing determination of a few individuals who stood against the tide. This book is about those women and their allies: doctors, lawyers, and husbands. 

Chronicled are the horrible consequences of two plants in Orange, New Jersey with USRC United States Radium Corporation and in Ottawa, Illinois with Radium Dial. There were other companies, indeed, the last one shut down in 1979, but this book focuses on these two companies and their workers' plight.

This is one of those unknown histories that affected so much, but was forgotten, maybe because they were women or blue-collar stories, regardless, out of the dial painters' struggle for justice came advances for all workers: safety regulations, corporate responsibility and OSHA. If you harbor any questions about the importance of the EPA, know that they were still cleaning up the Radium Dial site located in Ottawa, IL. This is one hundred years later. 

Industries cannot self-regulate. If you need proof, read this book. 

Favorite Quote: "Radium eats the bone [...] as steadily and surely as fire burns wood."

Breaking Up Is Hard to Do... But You Could've Done it Better by Hilary Campbell


3 Stars

Cute and funny.

So, I've been in a relentless spiral of depressing books, and I thought this would cheer me up--make of that what you will. But, since I haven't had a breakup recently (decades) this was amusing. All the "OUCH!" and facepalms were humorous. The artwork is definitely rough sketch quality and the stories ranged from kindergarten to adulthood. Some were egregiously bad and others were just funny, though each one left me with the "You dodged a bullet feeling". There are several confessors included, so we can all relive our less than stellar end moments and do a reflective critique. 

This isn't amazing, it's amusing. Not sure about the price point, but someone who's passed that first stage of breakup where a nice thick scab has formed over it is probably ready for this. 

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte


3 Stars

A gothic Austen.

It has been many years since I had read this and my rating remains unchanged at three stars because while there are parts I enjoyed a great deal and some lovely insights into women's lives there is a tremendous amount of liturgy and forbearance espoused, which I find to be quite chaffing. So, in the end this reads much more like a parable than a romance. 

The story is one long letter written by Gilbert Markham. As an epistolary it is quite easy to forget as Markham employs two viewpoints, his and Helen's. The first third is relayed via direct narration by Markham and is quite enjoyable with some atmospheric touches of gothic primarily via the unforgiving natural elements to set the mood. The second portion is quite long and relays Helen's viewpoint via diary; it is much more dramatic and filled with Christian scripture that embraces martyrdom, which to be honest is not my cup of tea - I only give one cheek, I'm just not that good a person. Then we enter the extended drawing out of things as they spiral wildly to extremes in ways only Brontes can do. Toss in some updated courtly love concepts and more martyrdom - yes, this all makes terrible sense as Bronte's father was a clergyman - and finally we get to the precious ending.

All loose ends are tied up, any characters we might have had more than a brief introduction to is settled in bliss or eternal damnation, and thus the reader has the just desserts of their patience. I just don't read books that are nearly 600 pages with any regularity so that rolling pace swamped me, though to be honest, the severe morality of Helen was a bit much, especially in contrast to the wild cavorting of other characters. I would have much preferred Markham's narration even though he was prone to romanticism over Helen's which felt like it was delivered from a pulpit more often than not.

There was a lot of what if your only purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others.

Favorite quote: ‘If such are your expectations of matrimony, Esther, you must, indeed, be careful whom you marry—or rather, you must avoid it altogether.’

Persuasion by Jane Austen

3 Stars

Not my favorite Austen.

While this was a lovely second chance love story I found that it floundered in the middle. Perhaps it's just that I don't have patience for Anne's pretentious sister and father and the superficiality that imbues half the characters in this story. That said it wasn't Emma, either, which made me want to strangle. I get being trapped and working within the confines of her situation and admire her remarkable strength of kindness and lack of pettiness. Anne truly exemplifies the ideal of acting as she believes even while others make poor choices. She has a conviction and Austen's ongoing analysis of pride versus vanity is continued herein. 

There were also some lovely quotes that on days that seem more trial than not which were particularly insightful. 
Her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! alas! she must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

"Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything." 


Frankly, this story started slowly for me and then improved. I guess the most interesting takeaway for me is that during our lives we have but only a few chances to make choices that alter the trajectory of our lives and the decision we face is whether the risk is worth it. We can solicit advice, consider consequences to others, but in the end we are responsible for making the choice.

The Evenings: A Winter's Tale by Gerard Reve


2 Stars

This is really not a me book. My initial impression as I started reading this is that it reminded me heavily of Kafka's Metamorphosis. Unfortunately for me, this did not change as the story went on. There's that minutiae and sense of futility and psychotic breaks that just drag. I know others love this, but not me. 

Fritz lives with his mother and father. She harps and complains and he longs for peace and calm. He is obsessed with baldness and death, and his powerlessness. He goes through the day detailing his every action, which if you want to know how people lived is great, but for entertainment value is as about exciting as watching paint dry. 

Clearly a classic, and beloved by many, I really believe if you are a fan of Metamorphosis that you'll enjoy this book, too.

My Life by Anton Chekhov


3 Stars

Lice eats grass, rust eats iron, and lying the soul.

Russian literature and I have a dysfunctional relationship. I think I should like it, have had several friends over the years who adore it, and yet, at some point during a book I want to put myself out of my misery. Whether it's Tolstoy, Dostoyevski, or Chekhov I find a point where I really understand vodka. To be fair, I had a nice Turgenev experience and still need to crack open Gogol, but that will come after a breather because this one took me through my paces.

It's the usual unrelenting bleakness. Here that feeling of being trapped is neatly wrapped up in a youth's rebellion of class structure and the resulting consequences. There's more downs than ups--it's Russian literature, misery is requisite--but after I dragged myself through the extraordinarily long sagging middle, the final 10% was great. Maybe because like a horse on the way home I raced along or the conclusion was just more concise and less mud and cold and uselessness. Either way, a significant character death as offering for my suffering always helps me end on an up note--Wuthering Heights and Anna Karenina dragged themselves out of one star territory with this trick. Thus my 2.5 star rating gets pushed to 3, mostly likely due to a sense of relief.

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde


4 Stars

Wilde's name came up in conversation when a dear friend mentioned they found a 1946 copy of his collected works in a used bookstore and was using that as reading material for their bus ride to and from work. After finishing At the Existentialist Café: Freedom, Being, and Apricot Cocktails they needed something new and stumbled upon it while perusing and 5 quid was a perfect price. 

So, this is the roundabout way that I found myself reading Wilde again so quickly. Where De Profundis was bleak, poignant, and filled with determination to pull oneself out of a hole--the dark side of the street--this was absurd, pointed, and optimistic in its frivolity. The bright side of the street was not filled without its critique and this is what I enjoy about Wilde's works that I've read. That laugh that has a bit of a slap in it. 

Algernon: I really don't see anything romantic in proposing, It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

Jack: I have no doubt about that, dear Algy. The Divorce Court was specially invented for people whose memories are so curiously constituted. 

And this quote is always funny: 
Lady Bracknell: To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness. 

The silliness surrounding the falsities and switched identities is amusing while the commentary about what is valued in society is the needle. Position, money and names--quite literally the importance of a name, drawn out ridiculously.

Frederica by Georgette Heyer

3 Stars

Charming and delightful regency romance.

Heyer's plucky heroines make for enjoyable reading. Frederica is the penultimate eldest sister who has inherited the mantle of family matriarch after her parents' deaths. Juggling four siblings' needs is time consuming for as a soon as one is settled, another needs sorting out. 

While I liked this one, I didn't enjoy it as much as Cotillon. This one was rife with responsibilities which I don't have issue with, but the conversations between Alverstoke and Frederica were repeated over and over again: 

F: I shouldn't impose, but the situation is dire.
A: Nonsense it's nothing. Talk no more.
F: Really, it was a dreadful overstep.
A:You're boring me with this talk. 


A great deal of this is tongue-in-cheek, nevertheless--Tedious. 

That said, Felix, the youngest brother and scamp extraordinaire saved this and facilitated the entire relationship. Quite easily the most entertaining member of the Merrivilles. Anyway, this story was more about watching Alverstoke become a pillar on which Frederica leaned than a romance. It was very pleasant, but not my favorite storyline. 

De Profundis by Oscar Wilde

4 Stars

When faced with the abyss before you, is there only emptiness or is there a new beginning?

This is an intensely personal examination of Wilde's journey during incarceration. It follows the Stages of Grief and intertwines the religious with art. It has some incredible observations that made me examine my own thoughts and assumptions.


But it is a very unimaginative nature that only cares for people on their pedestals. A pedestal may be a very unreal thing. A pillory is a terrific reality. They should have known also how to interpret sorrow better. I have said that behind sorrow there is always sorrow. It were wiser still to say that behind sorrow there is always a soul. And to mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing. In the strangely simple economy of the world people only get what they give, and to those who have not enough imagination to penetrate the mere outward of things, and feel pity, what pity can be given save that of scorn?

Acastos: Two Platonic Dialogues

4 Stars

Art and Eros 

SOCRATES Isn’t it the nature of art to explore the relation between the public and the private? Art turns us inside out, it exhibits what is secret. What goes on inwardly in the soul is the essence of each man, it’s what makes us individual people. The relation between that inwardness and public conduct is morality. How can art ignore it?--Art and Eros


In times of madness, when leaders sound like deranged poodles yipping in the dark night, there is comfort in rational discourse. This makes me smile. Socrates is so pragmatic, sweeping away the illusions of perfection that Plato holds up so dearly like a shield.

And we should thank the gods for great artists who draw away the veil of anxiety and selfishness and show us, even for a moment, another world, a real world, and tell us a little bit of truth. And we should not be too hard on ourselves for being comforted by art. --Art and Eros, Socrates


My take on art: ART is communication. The complexity and nuance of the message is what delineates high art from low art, but watching the characters unravel and explore the tangents in civility was refreshing. 

The second dialogue is on religion, such a divisive subject, I'll be reading it shortly. 

Above the Gods: A Discussion on Religion 

This was interesting and still relevant today. The argument between relativism and absolutism and pageantry versus internal morality. 

So long as there’s an uneducated mob, there’s a place for something like religion. - Antagoras

The deification of the state is being forced upon us. I don’t like it – but the alternative is anarchy! - Antagoras

We are not gods, we are absurd limited beings, we live with affliction and chance.- Socrates

Socrates is once again the moderate and Plato the idealist with the fictional characters providing the tapestry that weaves in both philosophers' thoughts. It was an entertaining read and certainly better than 99.9% of what can be viewed on television.