There are books, and then there are book club books. The sign of the later is when you’re finished reading it, you want to discuss it with someone else who has read it. So, here are ten books, published in the past year or two, good for discussion at book clubs everywhere…..except mine of course, where the majority prefer light and fluffy (see last week’s Beach Reads). Not that there’s anything wrong with those, (I read both) but the ideal book club selection should have enough material in it for a lively discussion. (I’ve critiqued the cover art too…although this batch is not as good as last weeks, but it’s what’s inside that counts!)
Upwardly mobile cover art conveys the theme.
A Great Country – Shilpi Samaya Gouda
Family saga. For the Shahs, Indian immigrants who came to America twenty years ago, the move to a lovely upscale Pacific Heights neighbourhood is the culmination of a dream, until their 12 year old son is arrested in a violent encounter with police. For their three children born and raised in America, success is not so simple. Themes – immigration, generational conflict, social class and privilege. I enjoyed her other books, especially her first, Secret Daughter.
Standard cover art for her books – with a few palm fronds for the tropical setting.
One Perfect Couple – Ruth Ware
Psychological Suspense, reminiscent of Agatha Christies And Then There Were None. Things are not going well for Lyla and her actor boyfriend, until he auditions for a reality TV show in England and wins. They are whisked away to a small island in the Pacific with five other couples, and things are fine until a storm hits, the film crew suddenly departs, and the couples are left alone as a killer stalks among them. Deprived of their cell phones the group must band together for survival. As tensions run high and supplies run low, Lyla finds this game show is all too real, and the stakes are life and death. Although Ruth Ware is one of my favorite authors, I wasn’t prepared to like this book as much as I did, given my general dislike of reality tv shows, but I found it very suspenseful, with a truly surprising ending. I won’t reveal the theme, but it’s sort of like Lord of the Flies for adults, with a twist. I think this is her best book yet.
Green for the woods?
The God of the Woods – Liz Moore
Psychological suspense and family drama. August 1975, early morning in the Adirondack Mountains, a camp counselor discovers an empty bunk. Barbara Van Laar, the 13-year-old daughter of the affluent family who owns the summer camp, has gone missing, prompting a massive search. But this isn’t the first time a Van Laar child has disappeared, her older brother vanished 14 years ago, never to be found. A real page turner, with a satisfying ending.
A courthouse in turbulent times.
A Calamity of Souls – David Baldacci
Historical fiction/courtroom drama. South Virginia, 1968, the civil rights movement is raging. A young white male lawyer teams up with a female black lawyer from Chicago to represent a black man wrongly accused of brutally killing his wealthy white employers. Fast paced, good characterization, and a riveting court case, with a surprise ending. Wow – is all I can say, this was one of the best books I read last year. Lots to discuss, racism, the civil rights movement, a bygone era that’s starting to look familiar again.
A key to a room with a socialist rose?
The Briar Club – Kate Quinn
Historical Fiction. Washington DC 1950, a story of friendship and secrets in a female boarding house during the McCarthy era. Everyone keeps to themselves at Briarwood House, until a mysterious widow with secrets of her own, arrives and starts to hold weekly dinner parties in her room. The book opens with a dead body upstairs and the women must decide who is the true enemy in their midst. I had never read anything set in the McCarthy era, so I enjoyed this immensely.
I like this cover – short and to the point.
Those People Next Door – Kia Abdullah
A gripping thriller about nightmare neighbours. Salma Khatun is hopeful that the safe suburban neighbourhood they have just moved to, is a fresh start for her family and teenage son, but not long after they move in, the man next door rips out the anti-racist banner she put on her front lawn. She doesn’t confront him as she wants to fit in, so she moves the banner inside and puts it in her window, only to wake the next morning to find her window smeared with paint. Things escalate from there and battle lines are drawn, while they are unaware their two sons have become friends.
A standard cover for her, with a helicopter for Vietnam
The Women – Kristen Hannah
Historical drama about the forgotten role of women in the Vietnam war. 21-year-old Frankie, a sheltered young woman from an affluent military family, enlists as a nurse during the Vietnam War. The story follows her tours of duty and the decades thereafter. I found this story fascinating and disturbing as all war stories are, particularly as I had never read anything set in Vietnam.
Self-explanatory but kind of boring.
The Berry Pickers – Amanda Peters
Family saga/mystery. July 1962 A four-year-old Mi’kmaq girl from Nova Scotia goes missing from the blueberry fields of Maine, where her family travels for work every summer, sparking a tragic mystery that haunts the survivors and remains unsolved for fifty years. Meanwhile a young girl grows up in Maine, the only daughter of affluent parents, never quite fitting in, until she searches for the truth about her family. A debut novel by a Canadian author, very good.
Beware a guy who seems to good to be true. The copy I read had a plainer British cover, minus the sociopath.
One of the Good Guys – Araminta Hall
Psychological thriller/mystery. “Hall’s feminist tour de force, shines a light on how easy it can be for strong women to be coerced and manipulate by ’good men’….and how easily these men hide in plain sight.”
How often have you heard a divorced woman say – I thought I married one of the good ones? Two people meet in a small coastal British village and think they know each other, until two female hikers are declared missing from the same area. Honestly, this book just creeped me out, as it was meant to, particularly the good guy character. Totally amazing plot twists made for a very bold statement at the end.
Patio lanterns – it’s midnight party time.
The Midnight Feast – Lucy Foley
Psychological thriller/mystery. A multi-character novel about a reunion that turns deadly at a luxury resort in the English countryside. When a body is discovered on the opening night in an adjacent wood all the secrets of the past come spilling out at the midnight feast. The founder of the resort, one of those perfect influencer types, was especially well done, and justice was served like desert at the end. Easily her most riveting book yet.
I love it when my favourite authors just keep getting better and better. I wonder how they can keep coming up with such amazing ideas and plots which also make for a great discussion. I would like to start my own book club someday, but have you ever tried to coordinate the schedules of a bunch of retired people…
These ten books with short summaries are all good reads, published over the past year or two. They’re light and riveting enough for the beach – just remember to reapply sunscreen! (Lately I’ve been critiquing book covers, so check out those too. Some books are just easier to illustrate than others.)
A 1940’s retro beach look.
The Martha’s Vineyard Beach and Book Club – Martha Hall Kelly
Historical drama/family saga about two sisters struggling to keep the family farm going when American soldiers descend on the island for training exercises n 1942. The book club part seems incidental but it’s a nice story, with a bit of romance, but I love anything about Martha’s Vineyard.
This catchy book cover says it all.
Famous Last Words – Gillian McAllister
Psychological thriller. Riveting tale about a new mother’s search to find the truth when the police arrive at her door to tell her there is a hostage situation developing in London, and that her husband is the gunman.
A deserted island haunted by ancestral ghosts
Camino Ghosts – John Grisham
Captivating thriller/courtroom drama, about a resort development firm claiming ownership of an unoccupied island between Florida and Georgia, and the last living inhabitant, an elderly black woman, who stands who stands in their way. The island was owned by free slaves and the locals believe it to be cursed. I’ll read anything by John Grisham, but this was one of his better books. This is the latest of his Camino Island trilogy and the best, same characters, but it can be read as a stand alone, the first was about a murder during a hurricane.
Mystery at a Big Sur resort where a wedding does not happen, because I’m not sure unwedding is a word?
The UnWedding – Ally Condie
Thriller/Mystery. A woman spends her 20th wedding anniversary alone at a fancy resort near Big Sur, after the unexpected break up of her marriage. There’s a wedding at the resort, and a big storm brewing, and complications occur when the groom is found dead floating in the pool on the morning of the wedding. This was a Reese Witherspoon Book Club selection.
A quiet suburban neighbourhood in the middle of the night.
Middle of the Night – Riley Sager
Thriller/Mystery – Thirty years later a man returns to the quiet neighbourhood where his best friend disappeared from their tent in his backyard in the middle of the night. I’ve never read anything by Riley Sager, but this was good and very suspenseful. Nominated for 2024 Goodreads Thriller of the Year
A big house she can’t afford without her inheritance?
The Inheritance – Joanna Goodman
A mother-daughter family saga. A grieving 36 year old single mother with three children, deeply in debt after the death of her husband, receives a phone call from a New York lawyer offering a glimmer of hope between a life of poverty and wealth thanks to her unknown deceased billionaire father. The drama is in the legal fight for her inheritance. I didn’t like this protagonist initially, but the story grows on you, and the ending was quite good.
This cover art tells me nothing?
Pineapple Street – Jenny Jackson
Family saga. Contemporary fiction about three women in New York’s one percenters, and their families – love and class. If you ever wanted to read about how the rich live, it was surprisingly interesting, and I liked how she wrapped up the stories at the end. Nominee for Goodreads Readers 2023 favourite fiction.
Neither does this one? Is she supposed to be beautiful?
Hello Beautiful – Ann Napolitano
Family saga. An “emotional, heart wrenching family drama’ about an Italian Catholic family of four sisters. Two sisters fall for the same man, causing the family to break apart for 25years. Hello Beautiful is the greeting the dad gives each of the daughters. I have to admit I shed a few tears at the end.
Third in the series, just different colors so instant brand recognition. The diary is a clue.
The Maid’s Secret – Nita Prose
Heartwarming mystery, the latest of the Molly the Maid series and the best yet. You can’t help root for Molly who is on the autism spectrum. She’s been promoted to head maid at the Regency Grand Hotel, in charge of special events, but when a daring art heist takes place during the filming of an antique roadshow reality TV show, long buried secrets are revealed about her dead grandmother’s wealthy past. I really enjoyed the grandmother’s diary entries, and the ending – well – pass the Kleenex. My favorite yet of the three in the series, plus the Christmas novella.
I have to admit this cover is my favorite because of the mortar and pestle.
The Love Elixir of Augusta Stern – Lynda Cohen Loigman
Nominated for Goodreads Historical Fiction 2024. When I saw this one on the new releases list I was intrigued because as a retired pharmacist, I had never read a book where the main character was a pharmacist, so I liked it even before I opened a page. After turning 80, newly retired Augusta Stern relocates to a senior’s centre in southern Florida, where she unexpectedly crosses paths with her first love Irving, the delivery boy who broke her heart 60 years ago. Alternating between present day and 1920’s Brooklyn, Augusta attends pharmacy college (rare for a woman then) after her father’s sudden death and inherits his neighbourhood pharmacy. When her eccentric Great Aunt Esther moves in Augusta is drawn to her unconventional remedies, ranging from homemade chicken soup to a mysterious array of powders and potions, and she decides to experiment with a love potion for Irving with disastrous results. But is it ever too late for love?
What I liked about this book – the pharmaceutical accuracy and descriptions of a time when almost everything was compounded from scratch. The author acknowledges in the notes how she researched the remedies from old drug journals. The protagonist was based on a great aunt in the family who had been a pharmacist way back then. I liked Augusta’s independence, her spunk, and her dedication to her career, as it’s not an easy job to do. But what impressed me most was the love story part, (and you know I’m not a romance reader) as it’s the first novel I’ve read involving seniors which doesn’t portray them as a bunch of senile old people who are only concerned with their hearing aids, glasses, bowels, food and naps. Honestly, I’ve read enough of those British cozy mysteries set in retirement homes, as they seem so popular now, but the older people I know are not like that. So kudos to the author (whose father lived in a retirement home) for getting it right, both with the pharmacy stuff and what it’s like to be an active healthy senior today.
Jodi Picoult’s latest bestseller, By Any Other Name, is a historical novel which deals with a controversial literary topic – were some of Shakespeare’s plays actually written by a woman? While the idea was intriguing I wasn’t sure if a 500 page book about the Elizabethan era would interest me, but I found it fascinating and very convincing.
Publisher’s Summary: Two women, centuries apart—one of whom is the real author of Shakespeare’s plays—are forced to hide behind another name to make their voice heard.
Synopsis
In 1581, Emilia Bassano—like most young women of her day—is allowed no voice of her own. But as the Lord Chamberlain’s mistress, she has access to all theater in England, and finds a way to bring her work to the stage secretly. And yet, creating some of the world’s greatest dramatic masterpieces comes at great cost: by paying a man for the use of his name, she will write her own out of history.
In the present, playwright Melina Green has just written a new work inspired by the life of her Elizabethan ancestor Emilia Bassano. Although the challenges are different four hundred years later, the playing field is still not level for women in theater. Would Melina—like Emilia—be willing to forfeit her credit as author, just for a chance to see her work performed?
Told in intertwining narratives, this sweeping tale of ambition, courage, and desire asks what price each woman is willing to pay to see their work live on—even if it means they will be forgotten.
THE THEORY BEHIND THE BOOK:
The inspiration for the novel came from an article Jodi Picoult read in Atlantic magazine – Was Shakespeare a Woman – by Elizabeth Winkler. – an article which many distinguished scholars (mostly male tenured university professors) seemed to find deeply upsetting to the point that it was widely condemned. But it was enough to pique her interest into doing more research about Emilio Bassano, who was a real-life person living at court in Shakespeare’s time, and who in her later years published the first book of poetry by a woman in England. Documentation about women’s lives in general was scarce in that era, but the author was able about to reconstruct her fictional life from a single documented source – an extensive medical record written by a physician whom she had consulted for female ailments.
Would a full time actor and producer, who was not formally educated, have had the time and the skill to write so many flawless plays – 37 in total? Jodi Picoult says She. Does. Not. Buy. It. and outlines her reasons in the Author’s Note (ten pages at the back of the book), which summarizes what we know of Shakespeare’s life, and is well worth reading on its own.
Apparently Shakespeare had a reputation for being a bit of a jerk, not just towards his pregnant wife, Anne Hathaway, but for petty things like evading taxes, restraining orders, and being fined for hoarding grain during a famine and price gouging, according to records. There are pay stubs for his acting. There are references to other famous playwrights and poets of the time – their names appear in theatre ledgers, or they were publicly praised at the time of their death, or buried in Poets Corner at Westminster Abbey. They left behind books and manuscripts in their wills. But there is no record at all in his life that Shakespeare was an author. He left not a single shred of literary evidence upon his death, not a single manuscript, revision or book was found among his belongings, although he left an extensive will dividing up his household goods. He played no musical instruments, never spent time at Court or in the military and had no knowledge of the law. Could someone who never traveled outside of England, had no musical background, and left his daughters uneducated, have written plays that had such strong female characters, (Lady MacBeth, Juliet, Portia, Beatrice, Cleopatra etc), were set in foreign countries such as Denmark, or Italy, and contain numerous references to music. It does seem strange, given that most writers write from what they know, or if not specifically, then indirect references will often make their way into their work.
Picoult’s theory, among that of other scholars, is that many of the plays were written by a writer’s room, organized by The Earl of Oxford (nobles were not allowed to write or publish either), and that Shakespeare was an allonym used by them all. The plays we credit to a single person, were penned by multiple writers. (Sort of like a group of writers working on a weekly sitcom, which is what plays were at the time, being the chief source of entertainment). There were no copyrights, so plays were often revised and adapted multiple times and collaboration was common among playwrights – except for Shakespeare. She believes Mary Sidney Herbert (a noble woman), and Emilia Bassano were among these writers. In other words, Shakespeare was paid for the use of his name. His early documented plays seem uninspired compared to the richness of the later masterpieces. The First Folio of his work was compiled and published in 1623 a few years after his death, by two of Shakespeare’s fellow actors, but Picoult speculates in her novel that playwrights of the time might have tried to correct this misconception that he was the sole author. Because by then it probably irked them that he had become famous.
Emilia Bassano was from a Jewish family (think Shylock – Merchant of Venice) of court musicians, (if music be the food of love, play on, Twelfth Night), highly educated by a countess, which was unusual for a girl at the time, and as a mistress to the much older Lord Chamberlain, a man who oversaw all theatre productions in England, had access to court literary circles. She was also Italian, (there are numerous plays set in Italy) and the man she was a ward to as a child, travelled as a diplomat to the court of Denmark, (Hamlet) where he met two noblemen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. There are just too many coincidences and things that Shakespeare would not have had knowledge of. Picoult credits about 10 or 12 of the plays to Emilia, the ones with strong females, Italian settings and musical references – A Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Merchant of Venice, Romeo and Juliet, The Taming of the Shrew etc.
WHAT I LIKED ABOUT THE BOOK:
I loved how the author wove famous words from the plays into the dialogue. If you want to see how the events of Emilia’s life, might have inspired the writing of the plays, there are 20 pages of Shakespearean references and their corresponding page numbers at the back of the book. It was fun to see how many I could catch. I did okay considering I was not an English major, other than 3 years of Shakespeare in high school – Merchant of Venice (grade 9), Romeo and Juliet (grade 10 – the year the first movie came out with the cute Romeo), MacBeth (grade 11, where I played a witch with my cousin, and another girl). In fact, my entire acting career consists of being one of the three witches in MacBeth (Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble…). We were to recite or enact a scene from Shakespeare and there was safety in numbers. Back then it was difficult to find black nail polish, but the witch costume was easy, courtesy of Halloween. The cauldron was a big pot covered with black crepe paper. I wonder if kids today even take Shakespeare in high school anymore? Many of the references in the book were common ones, but I will never hear, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” again without thinking of her preparing her ten month old daughter Odyllia (Ophelia) for burial. I had always thought it to be a romantic sonnet.
Speaking of romantic love, the one thing I did not care for in the book were the love scenes between Emilia and her true love, The Earl of Southampton. In the authors interview Picoult says Emilia lived such a miserable life, that she decided to give her some joy, so she created this fictional love affair with a real-life earl, based on one obscure reference to their meeting in a courtroom. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of romance, but how many times can two people crash together, on a bed of pine needles, in a public park no less, with her skirts billowing around them, before it just becomes laughable. She says it’s her steamiest book yet, and I’ve noticed this in her last few books, that she is trying to write romance (she says in the authors interview that Romantasy sells), but it is not her forte. There were too many such scenes, and the book is already long at 500 pages, as she was trying to show the whole scope of Emilia’s life. Admittingly it must be difficult to write love scenes, but I found it cheapened the writing and distracted from the story – a bit of allusion would have been better. I suspect that is the problem with editing a famous author – who is going to tell them when it doesn’t work. The book will sell regardless – this is her 29th novel. I don’t read romance novels, but the trend now seems to be to make novels span as many genres as possible, historical novel/romance/mystery in order to widen the readership appeal. The most interesting thing about this fictional love story was the addendum to the author’s notes. After the book was finished, she was in London on business, and paid a visit to the curators at the Victoria and Albert Museum to see the only known miniature portrait of Emilia Bassano, painted around 1590, and beside it was a portrait of the Earl of Southampton plus a hidden clue that the romance might actually have existed in real life. She was thrilled and wrote that it was like the fates were conspiring to make their story love told four hundred years later.
I read some historical fiction, but had never read anything about this particular time period, 1581-1620 so I found the history part interesting. The plague was raging in London at the time, (Shakespeare’s son Hamnet died of the plague) and childhood mortality rates were high. Marriages were often abusive, as women were considered property and had no voice or money of their own. She said she was so immersed in her research that she had to write the two stories separately and then alternate the chapters later, a different technique for her, as it was just too difficult to switch back and forth between the eras.
I enjoyed the modern-day story, about Melina Green, a young female playwright trying to get a play accepted, when most theatre producers are male, which mirrors Jodi Picoult’s own struggles. Picoult branched into musical theatre in 2020 and her daughter has had a play produced, so she’s writing from her own experiences with the theatre world. She discusses this in a one-hour long interview which I watched on Wordsmith and Wonders, a series of virtual author talks on public library websites. Hers was their 100th interview, and I found it fascinating as well, especially with respect to women in the publishing industry and the topic of AI. (She mentions ongoing litigation over the use of author’s books without their authorization or compensation, in order to build AI databases.) I found the whole interview interesting, so if you don’t want to read the book, search for the interview. You may have to be signed onto your local library website to view it though, so I won’t share the link here. There was also access to previous interviews, and I bookmarked some of my favourite authors for future viewing, as well as general topics. As a frequent library patron, I don’t know why this site isn’t advertised more.
All’s well that ends well, so to end with, the book had the BEST ending ever, really well done. She did a brilliant job connecting the two stories, 400 years apart. I love a book with a satisfying ending. I would rate the book 4 stars (would have been 5 except for the steamy scenes) and although it is historical fiction, she certainly spins a compelling tale that makes you think differently about Shakespeare.
PS. Elizabeth Winkler has expanded her Atlantic article into a new book, Was Shakespeare A Woman and Other Heresies, which Picoult highly recommends, and which also deals with the thornier issue of historical truth. Jodi Picoult says she is used to getting hate mail, as her topics are usually controversial, but I can sympathize with her frustration with academics who vilify her but refuse to read her book. I can understand tenured professors getting upset, their whole livelihood is dependent on the myth of the one-man wonder, but surprisingly I have had similar unwelcome responses from a few people I have mentioned the novel to. One, whom I consider a die hard feminist, remarked that she liked her Shakespeare to be a man, thank you very much, and the other simply wouldn’t even entertain the theory, just flat out said no, that is not possible. Why do people get so upset at the thought of anyone tampering with their Shakespeare, let alone that some of the plays could have been written by a woman? Because it requires us to re-evaluate everything we have been taught. I find as we grow older, it’s best to try and keep an open mind.
portrait of Emilia Bassano
‘Let husbands know, their wives have sense like them.’ Emilia, Othello
July 3 – Edited to Add – I have since read Elizabeth Winkler’s non-fiction book, and found it absolutely fascinating. If you are interested in the alternative theories of who was Shakespeare, I highly recommend it. Interestingly, she only devotes a few pages to Emilia Bassano, most likely because little is known about her. She reviews the other possibilities, Frances Bacon, Christopher Marlowe, Mary Sidney, etc. in great depth, but the one who stood out the most to me was Edward de Vere, the Earl of Oxford, as being the main playwright as well as the organizing force behind the group. Everything about him just seems to fit. This is a very detailed analysis coming from a well-respected journalist. She interviewed (or tried to) many Shakespearean scholars, on all sides, but was frequently stonewalled by those who refused to allow any shred of doubt to enter their world. I suspect we’ll never really know the truth, unless some secret stash of documents is uncovered, (highly unlikely after 400 years) but I would like to think that if some doubt existed as to the authorship of say Jane Austen’s manuscripts for example, that literary scholars would keep an open mind and want to get at the truth, instead of bury it. Note the sub-title – How Doubting the Bard Became the Biggest Taboo in Literature. It might be a case of many scholars are secretly in doubt but are afraid to come out and say so, as to do so would be career suicide. That seems to be the curse of our time. But what’s the big deal? The world was thought to be flat for centuries…… (5 stars)
March has been cold and snowy, with no sign of spring in sight. All the better to stay inside when the blustery winds blow and bundle up with a bestseller, especially by one of your favorite authors.
What actually is a bestseller? For years I naively thought a bestseller was a book so good that everyone wanted to read it, and the bestseller list was a compilation of such books, although constantly changing as new ones were published and sales dropped off. But my friend who used to own an independent bookstore and dealt with publishers and reps all the time, tells me it’s strictly a numbers game – bestseller status is based on the number of books ordered period, regardless of whether the book is good or bad, or later remaindered due to poor sales. So if you are a popular author, even if you write a substandard, mediocre book, everyone will order it anyway based on your stellar reputation and profitable track record, although I suppose if you put out enough clunkers your fall from literary grace might be quite rapid.
So lets take a look at six of the best-sellers I’ve read this winter, since I last did a book review in October. These are some of my favorite authors, although not necessarily my favorite books by them. Four are established authors at the top of their game, one is a relative newbie….and then there’s Harry. I’ve noticed that books, like movies, seem to be getting longer. Most of these top 400 pages, thus requiring a substantial time commitment, so read on to see if you’re interested. I’ve also included a peek into the creative inspiration behind some of the books.
Publishers Blurb: For most of the last hundred years, Biloxi was known for its beaches, resorts, and seafood industry. But it had a darker side. It was also notorious for corruption and vice, everything from gambling, prostitution, bootleg liquor, and drugs to contract killings. The vice was controlled by a small cabal of mobsters, many of them rumored to be members of the Dixie Mafia.
Keith Rudy and Hugh Malco grew up in Biloxi in the sixties and were childhood friends, as well as Little League all-stars. But as teenagers, their lives took them in different directions. Keith’s father became a legendary prosecutor, determined to “clean up the Coast.” Hugh’s father became the “Boss” of Biloxi’s criminal underground. Keith went to law school and followed in his father’s footsteps. Hugh preferred the nightlife and worked in his father’s clubs. The two families were headed for a showdown, one that would happen in a courtroom.
My Opinion: This sounded good, even if I didn’t know where Biloxi was (Mississippi), and generally I enjoy John Grisham’s legal thrillers, but at 400 pages, with the first 200 pages just setting the scene of corruption and vice, I seriously thought about abandoning it halfway through. Where were the editors? There’s more about the crime world than anyone would ever care to read. Then when something finally does happen midway, it’s way too sad…..and it gets sadder…..with a poignant although predictable ending. (3 stars out of 5)
A friend of mine, who was a grade two teacher, said she always thinks of her students as that age, full of love and promise, and when she hears of a criminal trajectory to someone’s life, it’s hard to reconcile the bright inquisitive kid she knew with the adult person they ended up being. So many kids are just products of their environment, with little hope of a different life.
John Grisham has written 28 consecutive number-one fiction bestsellers, and his books have sold 300 million copies worldwide. He is one of only three authors to have surpassed 2 million copies on a first printing. (Wikipedia)
Introduction to the Book: Elin Hilderbrand started her writing career writing short stories. In 1990, her senior year at John Hopkins, she had a story called “Misdirection” accepted by Seventeen magazine, which was published in January 1993, for which she was paid the princely sum of 800 dollars. This early boost gave her the belief in herself that she could be a published author. She continued to attend creative writing workshops in NY, at Bread Loaf in Vermont and finally as a graduate of the prestigious University of Iowa creative writing program. She found some success and accumulated at least half a dozen encouraging rejection letters from The New Yorker. She was miserable in Iowa, (she describes the program as very competitive, nearly cutthroat), and missed her family and friends back east and the ocean. The university therapist suggested she start writing about it – so she started her first novel, The Beach Club – set in Nantucket.
Included in this collection are three novellas, short stories and extra chapters that are related but not part of her summer novels. (some were axed by the editors at the time) Three works here have never been published, and the rest only in exclusive editions or in electronic form.
My Opinion: I have a love/hate relationship with Elin Hilderbrand’s books. I swear never to read another one and then every July I end up reading her annual beach book. So it pains me to admit I enjoyed these short stories more than I expected to, and more than some of her books.
There is an introduction to each story first and a pairing to a previous book – she admits the stories will make more sense if you’ve read the original novels. (Is this a clever marketing tool or what?)
But I also have to admit that for some of her earlier pairings, I couldn’t even remember what the book was about let alone the characters in it. Her books are all so similar that the characters often seem interchangeable. For example – The Surfing Lesson (read with Beautiful Day) is a prequel which deals with some of the history between her main character Margot and her husband, two characters I had no absolutely no recall of let alone the storyline. The Tailgate (read with the Matchmaker) Prequel – has a younger Dabney, a student at Harvard attending the Yale-Harvard football game with her boyfriend. Barbie’s Wedding – read with the Rumor – is a sequel involving two of the minor characters in the book getting married. The Country Club – was a prequel to The Identicals set in 1960’s explaining the background of two of the characters who came from different backgrounds. The author mentions that she rented an apartment in the Beacon Hill neighborhood of Boston for six weeks to edit the first draft of that novel, (for maximum concentration, it’s important to be away from home), and was walking and reading about the neighbourhood, and thought she must set a story here someday. Frank Sinatra Drive was a “previously unpublished extra chapter” or alternative ending to The Perfect Couple, which I remember reading but can’t remember the original ending, although I think that was the book with the drowning/murder mystery the night before the wedding weekend and the bride and the best man eloped at the end? But the short story was told from the best man’s POV. She says her inspiration for the story and the name was a vacation in Palm Springs.
The last three were longer novellas. I could recall these more recent books more easily – The Sixth Wedding – read with 28 Summers – if you have not read this downer of a book the main character dies at the end and this novella sequel deals with what happens to her friends and family after her death. She’s written a couple of books like that, one where she killed off the main character in the first chapter. But it’s nice to know life goes on down here on earth for your characters.
The Summer of 79 and Summer of 89 – are novella sequels to her popular novel, Summer of 69. Here she titles the chapters with songs of the decade again. As an 80’s chick you could tell she was having fun with the music, clothes, and popular culture references.
Also fun was a short story called The Workshop – dealing with her week at a summer creative writing workshop in Vermont – the strange characters, the brutal criticism, her constant desire to pack up and go home. Regarding this story, she writes, “This extra chapter has never been published. People often ask what I do when my editor suggests changes or revisions I don’t agree with. The answer is I make them anyway. One edict I have sworn by is my editor is always right. In the first draft of The Golden Girl my main character Vivian attends the U of Iowa Writers Workshop just like I did. I wrote what I though was a vivid (and very funny) chapter where I finally got to describe my experience – the good, the bad and the ugly. I thought the chapter was brilliant. My editor found it distracting and suggested I cut it. I rewrote the chapter into a prequel, changed it to Breadloaf in Vermont and summer of 1995 but the brutal juicy details workshop details remain.”
My editor is always right??? I think I’d be too much of a control freak for that….
Overall, this was a good read. You could tell she enjoyed writing it and it gave me a different perspective on the author’s background and creative process. Also I remember Seventeen Magazine publishing short stories. After all what is a novel but a short story with 400 pages! (4 out of 5 stars)
Elin Hilerbrand has written 34 books. I remember reading her first novel The Beach Club and being impressed with it, probably because I always wanted to visit Nantucket, and then I forgot about her for a decade or two until the librarian recommended one of her books.
Publisher’s Blurb:Olivia McAfee, along with her six year old son, fleas a picture perfect but abusive marriage to a charming heart surgeon with a darker side, and returns to her hometown to take over her deceased father’s beekeeping farm. The book opens with a phone call – her now teenaged son, has been charged with the death of his girlfriend, Lily, the new girl in town. Adamant that he is innocent, she hires her brother as his defense attorney, while also acknowledging that she has seen flashes of his father’s temper in her son and eventually she realizes he’s hidden more than he’s shared with her. Billed as a suspense novel, and an unforgettable love story, and a powerful exploration of the secrets we keep and the risks we take to become ourselves.
My Opinion: This is a return to Jodi Picoult’s regular format – a timely topic and a legal/court case – but’s it’s the first time she’s written a book with someone else. There is a photo of them both on the back which I glanced at but I couldn’t figure out why she would be co-writing, as the prose just seemed like her usual style. She admitted in the acknowledgements that she had been wanting to do a book about this for some time but felt she lacked the expertise to do it justice. (If she had realized that about AI and Egyptian hieroglyphics/archaeology that would have spared us The Book of Two Ways.)
I found the first half of this book a bit draggy, good but not overly so, but when the court case starts and a witness drops a bombshell of a revelation, then it made sense. The chapters are told in alternating POV’s, the mother of the accused teenager, and the girl victim. The victim’s chapters are told in reverse order, with the first being her home sick for the day and opening the door to her murderer, (there are four or five possible suspects) and the last chapter being her move to the new town. It’s an effective and necessary, (to establish the murder as opposed to an accident) although at times confusing method. The mothers POV is more straightforward. I found the last half of the book absolutely mesmerizing, and stayed up way too late several nights to finish it – it’s long at 430 pages.
This novel is bookclub material as there would be lots to discuss. I can’t say more for fear of spoilers, but it was a riveting read, somewhat disturbing but in a thought-provoking way. Let’s just say it would not be to everyone’s taste, but it was certainly educational. (It reminded me of her novel Small Great Things, about the black OB nurse and the white supremacists) (4 stars out of 5)
The author’s notes at the back were interesting to read, especially about how the book came to be. Jennifer Finney Boylan woke from a strange dream in which she was writing a novel with Jodi Picoult – there were three characters in the dream. She went on Twitter and tweeted about it and moments later got a private message from Jodi Picoult, who she had never met, although they had read and admired each other’s work, asking what the book was about. After she gave her a short premise, Jodi wrote in caps, “OMG I LOVE THIS LET’S DO IT.” As Jodi was just starting work on her novel, The Book of Two Ways, it was several years before they could begin work. Jodi also wrote that pandemic novel, Wish You Were Here, as well so she must be a fast writer. They finally started sketching out the plot in the spring of 2020 just as the pandemic hit. Jennifer Finley spent several weeks on the floor with the two stories – Olivia’s and Lily’s, taping them into a storyboard. They agreed that Jodi would write Olivia’s and Jennifer would write Lily’s, but they decided they would each write one chapter from the other’s protagonist POV, but by the time they had edited and re-edited she said she was unable to remember who had written what, although she admits to imitating each other’s style, and it does flow seamlessly. It’s masterfully plotted and written, but as Jodi acknowledged, bound to inspire some hate mail. Note: the apiary/bee facts fits in nicely with the story and there are even some recipes at the end. (Jodi Picoult has written 29 novels.)
Publishers Blurb: It’s a party to end all parties, but not everyone is here to celebrate.On New Year’s Eve, Rhys Lloyd has a house full of guests. His vacation homes on Mirror Lake are a success, and he’s generously invited the village to drink champagne with their wealthy new neighbors. But by midnight, Rhys will be floating dead in the freezing waters of the lake.
On New Year’s Day, Ffion Morgan has a village full of suspects. The tiny community is her home, so the suspects are her neighbors, friends and family—and Ffion has her own secrets to protect. With a lie uncovered at every turn, soon the question isn’t who wanted Rhys dead…but who finally killed him.In a village with this many secrets, murder is just the beginning.
My Opinion:
I loved the jacket blurb, “At midnight one of them is dead, By morning they are all suspects.” Brief and to the point – and doesn’t that just sum up a closed door murder mystery? It takes a special talent to write publishing PR – I know I couldn’t do it.
While I enjoyed this book and her previous psychological thrillers, this wasn’t one my favorites. It’s long at 400 pages and slow at unfolding the motives with different POV’s in different chapters and there are a lot of suspects to keep track of, and some of them have teenage children. So many suspects, that she provides a map at the beginning of who lives in the various chalets at the luxury resort and in the village and along the lake. As well some of the chapters are told in present time and others in flashback. It’s a big and cumbersome plot, and IMO there was a major flaw in the murder method, as the person could easily have killed their own family member. It’s set in Wales where the author lives, but I didn’t get much of an impression of the scenery, other than cold and gloomy. It’s winter and the book opens with a New Years Day “Polar Plunge” swim in the lake where the body is found. (The only other book I’ve read set in Wales was How Green Was My Valley way back in high school.)
The author introduces a new detective, DC Morgan, who partners with a detective from England, as initially they are unsure whose jurisdiction the murder occurred in as the lake is divided between the two countries. There’s even a bit of a love story between them, if you can call a New Years Eve pickup in a bar with aliases in the first chapter, a romance, but after that it’s zero chemistry. I didn’t find either of the detectives very likeable, or interesting, so I’m not sure if I’ll be checking out any of the planned sequels. (3 1/2 out of 5 stars)
Clare MacIntosh has written 8 books, mostly mysteries or psychological thrillers. There was an interesting Q&A at the back of the book, where the author answers the question – “You have an enormous list of plausible suspects throughout the book. When in the writing process do you decide on the final villain?” “The Last Party was really hard to write. My readers are clover and I knew I needed to give them a twisty murder to unpick. The villain actually changed between the lst and 2nd draft because of the way a particular character took shape as I wrote. I find it fun to think about everyone’s motive and love dealing with multiple suspects. I was a police officer for many years and writing a mystery is like investigating a murder in reverse. (page 418)
Publishers Blurb:
In an inspiring follow-up to her critically acclaimed, #1 bestselling memoir Becoming, former First Lady Michelle Obama shares practical wisdom and powerful strategies for staying hopeful and balanced in today’s highly uncertain world.
There may be no tidy solutions or pithy answers to life’s big challenges, but Michelle Obama believes that we can all locate and lean on a set of tools to help us better navigate change and remain steady within flux. In The Light We Carry, she opens a frank and honest dialogue with readers, considering the questions many of us wrestle with: How do we build enduring and honest relationships? How can we discover strength and community inside our differences? What tools do we use to address feelings of self-doubt or helplessness? What do we do when it all starts to feel like too much?
Michelle Obama offers readers a series of fresh stories and insightful reflections on change, challenge, and power, including her belief that when we light up for others, we can illuminate the richness and potential of the world around us, discovering deeper truths and new pathways for progress. Drawing from her experiences as a mother, daughter, spouse, friend, and First Lady, she shares the habits and principles she has developed to successfully adapt to change and overcome various obstacles–the earned wisdom that helps her continue to “become.” She details her most valuable practices, like “starting kind,” “going high,” and assembling a “kitchen table” of trusted friends and mentors. With trademark humor, candor, and compassion, she also explores issues connected to race, gender, and visibility, encouraging readers to work through fear, find strength in community, and live with boldness.
“When we are able to recognize our own light, we become empowered to use it,” writes Michelle Obama. A rewarding blend of powerful stories and profound advice that will ignite conversation, The Light We Carry inspires readers to examine their own lives, identify their sources of gladness, and connect meaningfully in a turbulent world.
My Opinion: Wow, that blurb was a lot to live up to – and it didn’t. I loved her first book Becoming, as it was about her life story, but this was more of an abstract philosophy book, a genre which is not generally to my taste. I’m more of a Tell-Me-A-Story kind of reader, but others might enjoy it though. Billed a a guide to overcoming in uncertain times, I did not find it hopeful/optimistic, (it’s hard to be today), although parts of it were good. I found her comments about children especially insightful, especially what she learned about parenting from Toni Morrison “When a kid walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, does your face light up? That’s what they are looking for. When my children used to walk in the room when they were little, I looked at them to see if they’d buckled their trousers, or if their hair was combed, or if their socks were up, she said. You think your affection and your deep love is on display, because you’re caring for them. It’s not. When they see you, they see the critical face. What’s wrong now.” She goes on to say that many of us spend a lifetime registering the presence of critical faces around us and feeling bombarded by judgement and that what Morrison decided to do – dial back the judgement and just be glad to see them, was what her own parents did for her – she was giving them a simple message of enoughness. She was validating their light, that unique bit of brightness inside each of them, and showing them it was there and it belonged to them, a power they could carry for themselves. (3.5 stars out of 5…because it’s Michelle)
Still it was better than Barrack Obama’s 700 page presidential memoir, which I abandoned about 200 pages in (all those primaries) which covered his early political career up until the end of his first term. Wasn’t there supposed to be a sequel about his second term? (It probably doesn’t matter if they got $60 million for the deal.) His 2020 memoir A Promised Land sold 900,000 copies in the first 24hrs, whereas Michelle’s sold 725,000 in the first 24hrs but then went on to sell 10 million copies worldwide, mostly by word of mouth, thus illustrating my definition of a bestseller.
And then there’s Harry….
This was definitely a bestseller, although his latest PR event – $60 for a copy of the book and the privilege of a watching an exclusive interview – might indicate that sales didn’t quite meet expectations. (I borrowed mine from the library.) It’s divided into three sections, his early life after his mother’s death, his army life, and his life after meeting Meghan. The book was reputed to have been written by a celebrity ghostwriter, as Harry himself admits he had difficulty in school sitting and reading a book. I suspect he probably dictated it. In the opening chapter he is walking around the gardens with William and Charles after Prince Phillips funeral, and they just don’t understand why he left – so he felt he needed to write the book to explain it to them….(in 400 pages). I found the overall tone of the book way too melodramatic, but it was a fascinating read, although not for the reasons that Harry might wish. He’s obviously a damaged soul, so I’ll spare you the four pages of notes that I made after I finished. It’s definitely bookclub material, but it just made me feel sad for all of them.
This is Part Two of my summer review of books – see last week for Part One. Welcome to my virtual bookstore – Happy Browsing!
Anne Tyler was typical Anne Tyler – French Braid was a quirky family saga – it opens with a long-ago family vacation with three teenagers who have nothing in common and their peculiar parents, including a mother who put her aspirations to be a painter ahead of her children and gradually moved out of the family home over the years to a studio. Perhaps she thought they wouldn’t notice? I don’t often read Anne Tyler as I just don’t get her – sure it’s readable, but what was the point of it all? I actually had to google this one to refresh my memory as I read it last spring, it was that forgettable.
Our House won a 2019 British mystery award, so I thought I’d give it a try. I loved Louise Candlish’s last book, The Other Passenger, but this lacked by comparison. I guess you could call it a domestic drama. A woman arrives home to find another couple moving into their house, which her estranged husband has sold without her knowledge and then vanished. You could tell it was going to be a train wreck, so it wasn’t very suspenseful.
The Personal Librarian – Historical tale about the life of Belle da Costa Green – a black woman who passed for white in the 1920’s, she was employed as JP Morgan’s personal assistant and helped him assemble the vast treasures of the Morgan Library and Museum. Something about the writing was off – perhaps because it was co-written. She led a fascinating life, so it should have been a better book, but then I’m generally not a big fan of first-person narrative…especially by two different people.
I really enjoyed The Lost Chapter even though I tend to avoid multi-generational/female friendship sagas. Partially set at a finishing school in Lyon France in 1957, a friendship between a proper British girl and an independent brash American, ends badly. Decades later, 80 year old Flo discovers that her friend has written a fictional book about their time there. An artist, she befriends Alice a troubled teen, and along with her mother Carla, they impart on a road trip to France to confront her past. Well done – I would like to read more by Carolyn Bishop. As for the finishing school and the rules for female behaviour – how the world has changed.
The Long Weekend – another one I had to google to refresh my memory. Three women go away for a long weekend in a remote corner of England, (without cell service of course) only to find a note waiting for them saying that one of their husbands will be murdered. Suspenseful, from what I remember.
Verity – The librarian said this book was popular, but I am not familiar with the author, probably because I don’t read romance novels. She also wrote It Ends With Us. Billed as a romantic thriller, I abandoned it about fifty pages in and googled the ending on Goodreads, which justified my decision not to waste any more time on it. A struggling young writer is hired by a charming man to finish a book his injured wife was writing. If you want to read graphic details about two people having an affair while the wife is lying comatose upstairs, then I guess this is the book for you. It was reissued recently with an exclusive new chapter after the author did a reading of it somewhere. I think it was supposed to clarify the shocking ending? Or perhaps it was a money grab?
Iona Iversons’ Rules – charming tale about a group of people who ride the same London subway car every day, and how they meet, as the first rule of commuting is don’t talk to strangers. A cheery read – I find I’m reading more light fiction by British novelists these days. It might have to do with the sad state of the world – they’re always good for a cuppa tea and a keep calm and carry on reading mentality. I was so impressed with this, I ordered Clare Pooley’s second book, The Authenticity Project, which was also a selection of my library book club.
A lonely elderly patron leaves a green notebook in a local café with his life story in it, and urges others to write down the truth about their lives. The cafe owner finds it, adds her story and passes it along. Very good for light fiction, but in real life does a recovering cocaine addict who called you a bad name ever turn into the man of your dreams?
Bloomsbury Girls – I loved this book and blogged about it in my literary salon (see link)– combines two of my favorite genres, historical fiction and bookstores. Three women working in a London bookstore during the 1950’s – the times they are a changing….
The Family Remains is a stand-alone sequel to Lisa Jewell’s, The Family Upstairs from several years ago, which was about two families sharing a cult-like existence in an old Chelsea mansion, until 3 of the adults turn up dead. The author said her readers wondered what happened to the four teenagers in the house, so she felt the need to write a sequel. I found The Family Upstairs to be a disturbing story, but this was better, except for that little unnecessary twist at the end.
The Last to Vanish – a mystery about a North Carolina inn set in a small town near the Appalachian trail, named the most dangerous town in the country. Six hikers have disappeared from the area in the past ten years. Heavy on atmosphere (how much rustling in the woods can there be), and a fairly slow plot, but a nice ending.
The Couple at Number Nine – British murder mystery about a young couple who are gifted a cottage when her grandmother develops Alzheimer’s and is placed in a care home. They uncover two bodies while digging for an extension, and a crime investigation ensues. This is more of a family drama/saga than a true suspense thriller, but the characters are well developed, and I enjoyed it. I would order more books by this author.
Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris – a short novella (120 pages) about a British char woman (cleaning lady) who scrimps and saves to buy a Dior dress. Written in 1958, I found the style dated and the Cockney slang/dialogue, difficult to read. A lot of repetitive description of Mrs. Harris being twinkly eyed and apple cheeked although wrinkly, gray-haired and middle aged but I found the tone of the book somewhat disparaging when she was described as a grotesque sight upon donning the vision of her dreams, a long frothy tulle and velvet concoction suitable for a jeune femme. I guess views on aging have changed. I love vintage fashion from the 50’s and am curious to see what they have done with the movie, which had fairly good reviews. The book was written by a male author I had never heard of, and I was astonished by his extensive list of books, 50 according to the flyleaf, including Thomasina the Cat, which I remember as a 1963 Disney movie and The Poisideon Adventure, from 1972. He must have been popular in his day. The second part of this book, was Mrs. Harris Goes to New York, which I did not read as I had to return to the library, and I just couldn’t handle any more of the accent and the description. There are four books in the series, including Mrs. Harris Goes to Moscow……not likely.
Out of Her Depth – was like the The Great Gatsby only set in a Tuscan villa a hundred years later – the young and beautiful and then the outsider. (Yes, the rich are different than you and me.) A young protagonist from an unfashionable part of London can’t believe her luck in landing a summer job at a Tuscan villa, where she meets a group of rich British college students on vacation. Even though I’m not the demographic for this type of psychological thriller I ordered it because it was a murder mystery set in Italy, although there was so little description of the country and the food (other than a few plates of pasta) that the novel could just as easily have been set anywhere. More character than plot driven, the story is told partially in flashback twenty years later when one of the group has just been released from jail for a murder he didn’t commit. There was some bad language, (it was young people and they tend to talk that way) but the characters were so mesmerizing and the plot-line so suspenseful, I managed to ignore it, although I was disappointed in the ending.
The other book, The Lost Ticket, was another heartwarming light British read – strangers aboard a London bus unite to help an elderly man with dementia find his missed love connection in this new novel from the author of The Last Chance Library. He lost the bus ticket with her phone number on it back in 1962. It sounded promising but I had to return it to the library as I had too many books out. (Two or three is comfortable, as I read about book a week, but seven is way too many and then I start to feel stressed…..I know, I know…..but such is retirement stress….that and medical appointments.)
A beverage on a tray on a bed is a recipe for disaster.
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a decorating book, but I saw this mentioned on another blog. It was okay to browse through, but the print was so small (is this a trend, and no I don’t have cataracts yet) but as I’m not a fan of the serene staged minimalist look, I didn’t find it too inspiring, although I did like all the white/cream backgrounds and some of the photos were pretty. There are four sections on how to beautify your home according to the seasons. I vote for fall – bring on the scented candles.
And last but not least, Between Two Kingdoms – a memoir of a life interrupted – a riveting but depressing account of a 22 year old college graduate who is diagnosed with leukemia with a poor prognosis shortly after she moves to Paris, and her grueling three year battle to survive. The last third of the book deals with her cross-country road trip, after she is declared in remission, to visit some of the people who had written her letters during her ordeal. (She had a blog and syndicated newspaper column.) This book was also my library book club selection and the consensus was, it was a good read but not for everyone. Certainly not for anyone facing a cancer diagnosis as it was heavy on horrible details. (While the treatment for leukemia can be notoriously long, I’ve known some cancer patients who were well enough to work throughout their treatment, and one treated for lymphoma who didn’t even lose his hair.) There was lots to discuss about this book, as in A) Why did it take so long to diagnosis her? B) I can’t believe her boyfriend/fiance stuck around as long as he did, he must have been a saint. Two years without a day off? And C) The whole road trip thing at the end just seemed like such a foolhardy decision – to put her life at risk like that when she wasn’t fully recovered, especially for a person with very little driving experience. She left New York in a borrowed car, driving the wrong way down a one-way street, not even knowing how to merge into expressway traffic, not to mention she was alone, camping, mostly in winter, staying in isolated places and sketchy motels. I wondered if she embarked on the trip to have something to write about? Really I was horrified by it, and worried about her having a relapse. Having fought her way out of a such an excruciating ordeal, you’d think she would have been a bit kinder to her body, although she admitted she has had to learn to accept the limitations of her immune system. Very well written though. (pg. 274 – “After you’ve had the ceiling cave in on you – whether through illness or some other catastrophe – you don’t assume structural stability. You must learn to live on fault lines.”) Sadly, this past year her cancer returned after a six year remission, and she underwent a second bone marrow transplant.
To recover from that read, I switched to TV for light entertainment.
I’m sure this will be the last Downton Abbey movie. While it was nice to see the old gang again, the story-line was thin, the fashions and scenery frumpy, except for the bit in the south of France, and don’t get me started on the ending…. it will be forever how I remember them.
Hotel Portofino – I missed the first two episodes of this Masterpiece mini-series set at in hotel along the Italian Riviera in the 1920’s during the fascist/Mussolini period, so I ordered the DVD from the library. The setting was gorgeous and the fashions lovely, but the storyline wasn’t that good, and some of the characters seemed miscast. I found the main character, Bella, the hotel proprietress, particularly annoying. It’s no Downton Abbey, but worth tuning in for the scenery – maybe Season Two will be better. It’s set in the same area as Enchanted April, a movie and book I loved.
And finally, I was excited to read that our library headquarters was holding their annual book sale of redundant copies – these would be excess copies from book club kits, once popular bestsellers, generally fairly good stuff unlike most book sales which are often the dregs from someone’s basement. I’ve never gone as it’s always early on a Saturday morning, and the location is out of the way, but because it was from 1-8pm and well advertised and there would be three years of books on sale, over a thousand people showed up in the first TWO hours. By the time I got there around 3 pm, (it rained, so I dawdled, plus I knew there would be parking issues as it was at the fairgrounds), there was NOTHING left but empty tables. The organizers were surprised at the turnout, as it usually only attracts a couple of hundred people. It was so disappointing, as I’m still trying to accumulate books for my little library, but also encouraging in a way, as it tells us the pandemic has made so many of us into READERS!
My quarterly review of books has morphed into six months again – I guess I must have been too busy reading. Since I last posted a general review in February (see link – Review of books Winter 2022) I’ve read so many books that I can’t remember what some of the earlier ones were about, other than the vaguest impression, so I’ll just try to hit the highs (and lows) of my reading list. While I read many excellent books last winter, this selection was more mixed, (although all are rated a 4 or 5 star on Goodreads), not necessarily an issue when nicer weather prevails. Sometimes you just want a book you can pick up and put down, without staying up too late. So pretend you are in a bookstore browsing, and perhaps there will be something to tempt you when those chilly days arrive.
Squirreling away books – from a circulating Facebook post
(Note: these are not necessarily in the order in which I read them. This is Part One of a two Part post….because you know….it was long.
Ann Patchett is one of my favorite authors – I’ve enjoyed her novels, (State of Wonder, Commonwealth) so when her book of essays – on home, friendships, family and writing – came out I ordered it. I loved the first half of the book, about growing up wanting to be a writer, and having her three dads at her wedding, her difficulty in getting rid of her old typewriter, her decision years ago not to have children. I felt like I had found a new friend, but then I came to a very long piece which comprised the latter third of the book, about her relationship with Tom Hanks publicist, Sooki, who was diagnosed and eventually died of pancreatic cancer. Ann Patchett owns an independent bookstore in Nashville, and their acquaintance came about when she scheduled an in-store reading of Tom Hank’s book of short stories, (Ordinary Type) many of which were about typewriters. (That book is a whole other topic, and while I love Tom Hanks he should stick to acting as struggling writers in garrets all over the world could have done better given the opportunity. Maybe it was a pandemic project but he is now working on a novel about the movie industry due out next year, which is being billed as an ambitious project.) Ann Patchett and her physician husband helped Sooki find an oncologist for experimental treatment and even invited her to stay with them in their home for six months while she was undergoing treatment during the pandemic. She warns that the downside of staying with a writer is that you get written about but perhaps she thought she was memorializing her? Sooki, being a very private person, and fighting for her life, mostly kept to the basement flat. She was probably too sick to socialize, but the author seemed somewhat obsessed with the idea that their friendship should have been closer. That’s the problem with memoir – you can unknowingly reveal some less attractive aspects to your personality. Otherwise, the book was good, and the writing lovely, but that last essay just spoiled the whole thing for me. Sometimes when something about a book really bothers me I’ll hop over to Goodreads and read the reviews – all five star and glowing, so it must just be me.
I’m a big fan of British mystery writers, including Ruth Ware, so I really enjoyed this, her sixth and best book so far – a who-done-it about a group of six first year students at Oxford. She’s come a long way since her first book, In A Dark Dark Wood. (Others are The Woman in Cabin 10, The Turn of the Key, One by One) Although the two female room-mates have nothing in common, they strike up a friendship, until one night the popular one, The It Girl, is found murdered in her room. The creepy dorm porter is charged and found guilty, but ten years later, after he dies in jail still pleading his innocence , a journalist starts snooping around. The book is told, partially in flashback, by the other room-mate who is by then married to the It Girl’s old boyfriend. It was very well done and very suspenseful, and fairly long at 400 pages. It took me back to my university days, where the friendships you made were often forged during the first few weeks, although our porter was a kind elderly gentleman, whose job seemed to be sorting the mail into the mail slots (yes, those were the days my friends, you got mail), while keeping an eye on the front door, although he could certainly glare with disappointment when you came creeping in in the wee small hours of the morning, so I totally understand why the protagonist chose to climb over the stone wall near the back entrance. This was easily my favorite suspense novel of the year so far.
The other book, Local Gone Missing, is about a female British detective on medical leave in a small seaside town when a local man disappears on the night of a music festival. A good read – this was my first book by this author.
I was a big fan of Grantchester, the Masterpiece series set in 1950’s Cambridge about a whiskey-swilling, jazz-loving young vicar and his crime-solving detective friend Geordie, at least I was until the storyline descended into repetitive dross, probably inevitable given it is currently in season seven. While there is always a murder in each episode, and a moral of sorts, I find the secondary characters are often the best part. The TV series was based on a series of books by the author James Runcie, whose father was a vicar in that era. I read the first book in the series, Sidney Chambers and the Shadow of Death, (it sounds like a Hardy Boys title) more out of curiosity, and then the second, Sidney Chambers and The Perils of the Night. The books are composed of self-contained chapters of some of the murders in season one and two, but as I already knew the outcome from the tv show I didn’t find it too suspenseful, although it was well written and sometimes insightful. At the end of book two, they married him off to that simpering Hildegarde, and that was it for me, although his snobby friend Amanda was an equally annoying choice. Poor Sidney, such terrible taste in women. There are six books in the series, including the prequel in the war years.
The Tenth Nerve – a brain surgeon’s stories of the patients who changed him – was a memoir written by a Vancouver doctor, with each chapter about one of his more memorable cases. I love a good medical book and the brain is such an interesting thing. The tenth nerve refers to a new cranial nerve he discovered while operating on several patients with the same painful throat condition. I found it well written and very interesting, if you like that kind of thing.
I love Frances Mayes so I was anticipating a travelogue in the vein of her usual Under the Tuscan Sun format, but this was more of a National Geographic guidebook, with sections on different parts of Italy – perfect if you were traveling there and wanted some background info on what to see and do in each region. Unfortunately, the print was so tiny that I didn’t even skim through it. There being no Italy in my foreseeable future, I returned it to the library, where the librarian, who has been to Italy five times (pause while I recover from turning green with envy) devoured it and pronounced it very good.
I abandoned the Carl Bernstein book, which deals with his early years in the news industry in the 50’s and 60’s, after about fifty pages as I just didn’t find it interesting.
The Truth About Melody Jones – is early Lisa Jewell, 2009, and yes she wrote about dysfunctional families even then. A single mother has no memories of her life before age nine and seeks to uncover the truth behind her early life. This was a paperback with very tiny print, but I persisted as I didn’t have anything else to read at the time.
Bittersweet – How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole – Susan Cain is the same author who brought us the wonderful 2012 non-fiction book, Quiet – a gift for introverts everywhere. I was expecting an equally fascinating read. I can’t even describe what this book was about, as the concept was so vague and shifting, that the book left me baffled and disappointed. Not recommended – unless you want to wade through 300 pages looking for a few insights. Billed as a masterpiece on the power of a bittersweet outlook on life, I would pass….and pass the dark chocolate.
This Agatha Christie autobiography was easily my favorite biography of the year, even though it was written in the 1960’s and published in 1977, a few years after the authors death. I knew next to nothing about this elusive author, who led such a fascinating life. See blogs – Agatha Christie – An Autobiographyand Some Thoughts on Writing.
When I was growing up short stories were to be found in every periodical, even fashion bibles like Seventeen, and women’s magazines like Redbook and Ladies Home Journal. (I used to devour my mother’s copies and not for the recipes.) I vaguely remember short story collections coming back in favor for a brief moment in the 1980’s, but other than a few authors like Alice Munroe (who may be Canadian but I have never understood the exultation of, ditto for Margaret Atwood), they seem to have become extinct in popular fiction. So I was surprised to see these two selections under New Releases. Maybe Tom Hanks started a trend? Unfortunately, I abandoned both after skimming a few of the stories as they just didn’t grab me, although I admit I didn’t give the Lily King one much of a chance. As for the Brooker Prize winner, Roddy Doyle, it was set in Dublin in the early days of the pandemic. The first story involved a middle aged man who is diagnosed with coronary heart disease – yes, the 60’s is the decade when things start to fall apart – and faces his own mortality. I don’t get why he is a Brooker prize winner – when his command of English includes so much unnecessary profanity.
Historical fiction about Jane Austen’s long neglected sister, Cassandra. Excellent – blogged about it – see link. A first novel from this promising author.
Classic Elin Hilderbrand beach read about the restoration of an old Nantucket Hotel. The usual flawed characters, with too much bed-hopping, alcohol and food, but I did like the bit about the ghost. She keeps saying she’s going to retire, but I don’t see any sign of it as she has a book of short stores coming out soon, Endless Summer.
Sparring Partners – a novella and two short stories, one of which is about a prisoner who receives a visitor in his final hours on death row. Sparring Partners is about two brothers who loathe each other and inherit their father’s once prosperous law firm. I devoured these, but then anything by John Grisham is immensely readable. His annual legal thriller, Biloxi Blues is due out soon. I recently read an older novel of his, The Broker, (in large print, which pleasantly passed the time while waiting seven hours in ER for a CAT scan – only in Canada, folks), which was about a DC white-collar criminal jailed over secret documents who is issued a last minute pardon during the waning days of a corrupt US presidency. (How prescient of him, given it was written in 2005) He is provided with a new identity by the CIA and set down in the middle of Italy where he must learn to blend in and learn the language with the help of a tutor. (Ah, the food, wine and scenery, such a hardship) The aim – to see which foreign government will pick him off – the Saudis, the Chinese, the Russians or the Israelis? A good read and satisfying ending. I think back then he took more care with his endings.
Speaking of endings, I’ll wrap this up. See you next week for Part Two.
PS. The squirrel above squirreling away books instead of nuts, reminds me that my 2018 blog, How To Make A Chestnut Wreath, is trending again. It’s my second most popular post.
If wintering is a verb then we all need to learn to winter – to rest and recharge, especially in difficult times. Wintering can be a season to survive, a respite from the busyness of the rest of the year, or a state of mind such as a feeling sad or depressed.
Winter is often a time for retreat – never more so than this year. Usually I don’t mind the month of January, and enjoy the excuse to stay home when the weather turns nasty, but this year it just seems like more of the same. So it was with interest that I saw a review on someone’s blog of a non-fiction book called Wintering, by Katherine May. As I sometimes enjoy a light philosophical read, I ordered it from the library, but found it so interesting and well written that it might go on my purchase list. (I usually only buy books I intend to re-read.)
The crazy quilt behind the book is perfect for winter slumbering
Here’s the Publishers Blurb:Sometimes you slip through the cracks: unforeseen circumstances like an abrupt illness, the death of a loved one, a break-up, or a job loss can derail a life. These periods of dislocation can be lonely and unexpected. For May, her husband fell ill, her son stopped attending school, and her own medical issues led her to leave a demanding job. Wintering explores how she not only endured this painful time, but embraced the singular opportunities it offered.
A moving personal narrative shot through with lessons from literature, mythology, and the natural world, May’s story offers instruction on the transformative power of rest and retreat. Illumination emerges from many sources: solstice celebrations and dormice hibernation, C.S. Lewis and Sylvia Plath, swimming in icy waters and sailing arctic seas.
Ultimately Wintering invites us to change how we relate to our own fallow times. May models an active acceptance of sadness and finds nourishment in deep retreat, joy in the hushed beauty of winter, and encouragement in understanding life as cyclical, not linear. A secular mystic, May forms a guiding philosophy for transforming the hardships that arise before the ushering in of a new season.
About the Author:
Katherine May is a freelance writer of both fiction and nonfiction, and previous creative writing teacher. Her journalism and essays have appeared in a number of publications, including The Times, Good Housekeeping and Cosmopolitan. In the book she reveals she has Asperger’s Syndrome. “I learned to winter young. As one of the many girls of my age whose autism went undiagnosed, I spent a childhood permanently out in the cold.” (page 11)
Discussion:
As we’ve just passed the winter solstice, this is a book to curl up with and enjoy in the deep dark depths of January.
The book is a series of personal essays, divided into chapters, from September to March, with further sub-titles such as Slumber, Light, Midwinter, Snow, Cold Water, and Thaw.
I especially enjoyed the chapters on hibernation, (who knew dormice and bees could be so interesting), slumber (isn’t it always easier to sleep in the winter), and light (seeking out the northern lights in Norway). As the author lives by the sea in England, and has not experienced the full force of a brutal snow-filled winter, she journeyed north to seek the cold and snow and to view the Northern Lights.
Northern Lights over the Farm
She also visited Stonehenge during the Winter Solstice. There’s a chapter on light (the festival of St. Lucia), on cold water (taking the polar bear plunge) and snow (winter walks in nature are much easier on a British beach than trudging through snowdrifts).
Our beach in winter (December) before the snow.
Here’s a Goodreads link to some quotes from the book for a sample of her writing. The prose is so lovely, I would recommend it for that reason alone, even if you weren’t interested in the topic. No wonder Elizabeth Gilbert praised it as “a truly beautiful book.”
She also mentions a poem by Syliva Path titled “Wintering” which I was not familiar with, but I imagine inspired the title of the book.
It’s difficult to sum up what this book is actually about, it’s not advice, or self-help, but more meditative reflections on a season we all must go through.
I once read about a woman who took a reading sabbatical. She packed up a whole load of books and escaped to an isolated cottage in another country and read….and read….and read. Sounds like the ideal vacation to me, and having a whole year to do nothing but read would be like heaven…..and so it has been during the pandemic. Not that there haven’t been other things to do while stuck at home, but there’s certainly been plenty of time for my favorite activity.
quote by Jane Austen
When I was younger and in the habit of escaping the Canadian winter for a week down south, I would always tote a pile of books in my suitcase (this was in the days before e-Readers) and spend at least half of the time poolside with a good book, the other days being devoted to exploring whatever tropical destination we happened to be in. One vacation sticks out in my mind, a week on Turks and Caicos, long before it was developed, with five boring books and no way to buy more. The only shopping centre was a strip mall of offshore companies and one souvenir shop devoid of even a rack of paperbacks. For a reader, there’s nothing worse than being stuck on a tropical island with a bad selection of books. I don’t scuba dive/snorkel/can’t even swim, so after my daily walk on the lovely and pristine beach I was bored to tears.
I find other people’s bookshelves fascinating. When they’re interviewing some expert on TV about some matter of vital importance, I’m usually studying the bookshelves behind them and wondering what’s on them, and being envious if they are the nice floor-to-ceiling ones, preferably in white, which I can not install as I have hot water heat rads.
I average about one book a week, and start to feel antsy if I don’t have several in reserve, but this past year my intake has increased dramatically. I spent the first few months of the first lockdown working my way through my stash (18) of mostly non-fiction volumes from bookoutlet, but when the library reopened last summer for curbside pickup it was like Christmas in July!
I keep a book journal where I sporadically list the books I’ve read, usually just tossing the library slips in for later recording. I had intended to do a quarterly review here on the blog, but other topics got in the way, so while I’m not going to list or link to all the books I’ve read during the past year, or even make a best of the best list, here’s a sampling of some of them, with some (honest) observations.
I should note that when I used to do book reviews on Goodreads, before I started blogging, I rated everything a 4, with an occasional 3 or 5, because I only reviewed books I liked. If the book was boring or not to my taste I would not finish it and so left the skewering to other folks. This was partly in an effort to be kind, keeping in mind that the author had poured much time and effort into something which after all did get published, and partly because reading is so subjective. Just because I didn’t like it, didn’t mean someone else wouldn’t enjoy it. But every once in awhile a book, usually a much-hyped bestseller, would annoy me so much that I would pen a fairly blunt review…..so expect things to be a bit more judgmental here. I haven’t had the best selection this past year, not being able to browse the shelves of my local library or bookstore so I was more reliant on the publishers PR, which sometimes can be disappointing.
I love vintage fashion so I thought The Grace Kelly Dress would be an interesting read. Years ago, I read a historical fiction book about the designers behind Jackie Kennedy’s iconic pink boucle suit so I thought this would be something similar, but more of a three generational saga. It was not – it was a whole lot of drama about saying yes to the dress, and the lavender-haired multi-tattooed tech CEO millennial granddaughter eventually said no to her grandmother’s historic couture gown and had it cut down into a pair of trousers. (There I just saved you from a painful read). I don’t think the author intended to make a statement about the difference between the generations but that’s what came across. The 50’s were a much classier era, people had manners.
Separation Anxiety was a DNF (Did Not Finish) – it was on a recommended list but I found the plot so stupid (middle-aged woman facing empty nest “wears” her dog by carrying it around in a sling? – see cover photo) that I never even got past the first ten pages, other than to skim the ending and see she if she stayed with her lazy weed smoking husband. It was supposed to be hilarious and heart-breaking – it was neither. Sad, when the author hadn’t written anything in over a decade, that this is the best she could come up with.
Sophie Hannah had been recommended to me as a good mystery writer and as she has been appointed the heir apparent to carry on Agatha Christie’s Hercules Poirot series (I read the Killings at Kingfisher Hall) but not being a big AG or HP fan, I decided to try one of her own books. Perfect Little Children was a long disappointing read – you simply cannot have a murder mystery with only one suspect. I kept waiting for the twist at the end but there wasn’t one.
Every year I swear I’m done with Elin Hilderbrand and yet I find myself ordering her latest. Her characters are now middle-aged and they need to grow up and stop drinking, and driving, and she needs to stop killing them off in the last chapter. Troubles in Paradise was was the last of her winter Caribbean trilogy, but I’m long past the age where living in a tropical paradise would have any appeal to me.
In A Time for Mercy – John Grisham revisits the small southern town of his first book (which I’ve never read), 25 years later. This was a captivating read, but I find sometimes his endings just dwindle away – it’s like he’s done with it, reached his word count, and that’s that. I also read his Camino Winds – a murder mystery set on an island off the coast of Florida during a hurricane. Good descriptions of the hurricane, but again the ending kind of trailed off. The last scene was the middle aged protagonist celebrating in a bar with his buddies. (Female version of Elin Hilderbrand)
I’m a big fan of Lisa Jewell, but her novels can sometimes be disturbing. Invisible Girl was a good read, more like a murder mystery. She really knows how to pull you into the story.
The Talented Miss Farwell – about a small town bookkeeper who collects big time art – was an interesting book, unique in topic and plot line. It was certainly readable, but I’m not quite sure what the point was, and I expected a better ending. I enjoyed it for the view into the elite New York art world.
Elin Hilderbrand – 28 Summers – her annual Nantucket beach read. (see above) Corny premise – star crossed Lovers meet on Nantucket the same weekend every year for three decades? But they can’t be together the other 51 weeks because he’s married and his wife is running for President. It was such an unrealistic plot it was funny, and not in a good way. If it wasn’t for Nantucket I wouldn’t bother with her, but I’ve always wanted to go there.
The Guest List – murder at a fancy resort wedding on an island off the coast of Ireland – good characterization and suspense. A Reese Witherspoonl bookclub selection. I enjoyed this one so much I read her previous book The Hunting Party – set in Scotland.
Stranger in the Lake – murder mystery – Kimberly Belle was a new author to me, but I tried her other books and could not get into them. (see Pretty Little Wife comment)
I used to love Joanna Trollope, but she’s been more miss than hit the past decade – Mum and Dad was not one of her best. Drama about a British couple who are vineyard owners in Spain and their millennial aged children. Poor character development, stilted and repetitive dialogue (Are you okay Mum?) and really the parents were only in their early 70’s, not even old enough to really worry about yet. A lot of stuff about sibling rivalry and not much of a plot.
Hidden Valley Road – non-fiction book about a family of twelve children in the 60/70’s and six of the ten boys were diagnosed with schizophrenia. Decades later, the two youngest, both girls, collaborate with a journalist investigating a genetic link to the disease. An Oprah Book club selection, which I normally avoid like the plague, but this was totally fascinating. But then I like a good medical book and have had some exposure to schizophrenics through my work. Be grateful for a sound mind. The research was interesting, particularly the preventative angle. Not sure why they kept having kids when advised not to, but it must have been a nightmare living in that house. Both parents had died, so we do not get their POV.
Dear Edward was a library bookclub selection which I skimmed but decided I did not want to read, as it was about a 12 year old boy who is the sole survivor of a plane crash which killed 183 people, including his parents. The world is depressing enough….
Mary Higgins Clark was the Queen of Suspense, and I blogged about her passing last year at the age of 93. (link) Piece of My Heart is the last in the series she co-wrote with Alafair Burke. It’s clear that even at her advanced age MHClark was the mastermind of the duo. This was so unlike the previous works that Ms. Burke must have finished this one mostly on her own, as it was as dull as toast, with little to no suspense.
The Midnight Library – by Matt Haig was good, but got off to a slow start, and I did not find the writing as a female protagonist quite believable. (In an author interview he remarked that he had made an earlier attempt from a male POV. He also said he was striving for something hopeful like It’s A Wonderful Life). Writing about parallel universes seems to be a popular theme these days, (who knows how many other dimensions are out there we might be currently living in. Some of them might even contain aliens!) I was close to abandoning it, but LA (fellow book lover and blogger of Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50), convinced me to stick it out and I was glad I did as the ending was worth it. Besides I love anything with a library in it.
Lean Out– by Tara Henley – I enjoyed this non-fiction ode to time-out so much that I blogged about in My Literary Salon. I seem to have had better luck with non-fiction this year.
Two of these were DNR or did not get even started. The weather turned too warm for Insta-Pot soup, and World Travel – the Anthony Bourdain book, written by his collaborator after his death but full of his own quotes, had so much swearing in it I found it offensive and merely skimmed a few chapters. I used to watch his tv show occasionally but have never read his first, Kitchen Confidential or any of his other books so I have nothing to compare it to.
When the Stars Go Dark – by Paula McLain of The Paris Wife fame – about a CA detective searching for missing girls, was good for her first attempt at a non-historical/murder mystery.
The Push was a riveting read – motherhood isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially when you have a deeply disturbed sociopath child. I’m still trying to figure out what I think about this book, so it would make excellent bookclub fare. As a first-time novelist, I wonder where she got the idea, but then we have only to look at the news and wonder what it would be like to be the parent of a child who commits a violent crime, even if she is only seven.
Pretty Little Wife – DNF – reminder – do not order anything with the wife/exwife/trophy wife as the murder victim/suspect/crime solver etc.
Anxious People – Sorry LA – I know you said to give it a chance, and I may someday but it was overdue and I had to take it back. By the same author as A Man Called Ove – which I loved and which Tom Hanks is re-making as a movie….I enjoyed the Swedish version.
The Listening Path – by Julia Cameron – a big disappointment which I blogged about anyway.
Keep Sharp – by Dr. Sanjay Gupta. I loved this book, it’s an easy read for non-medical folks, full of common sense advice but it’s scary to think the decisions we make in middle-age determine how well we live in old age. I may blog on this later. He has another book coming out later in the year – World War C – Lessons from the Covid Pandemic.
The Last Garden in England – library bookclub selection, a multi-generational story about an English garden. A good tale, but nothing much to discuss, character driven with the garden merely a background.
A Promised Land – presidential memoir by Barrack Obama – although it’s not pictured here. I read his two earlier books but they were slim volumes. I’m sure his time in the White House was interesting but 700 pages was just way too much detail for me. I got to page 200 and it was still the primaries, and I had to return it and besides, Michelle said it better and more concisely in Becoming. I’ve not heard too much about this book after the initial buzz, but there is to be a volume two. I like to read in bed with the book propped up on my lap and it was just way too heavy…..literally, it weighed a ton.
The Last Bookshop in London – this was a surprisingly good read for light historical fiction, but then I love anything with a bookshop. Set in WW2 England during the Blitz….you can imagine the rest.
The Windsor Knot – cute premise and title with Queen Elizabeth playing sleuth. It was a slow, not very suspenseful read but somehow I do not think the Queen would be amused. Not everyone’s cup of tea.
The Lost Apothecary – also a good historical fiction murder mystery, but then I’m biased towards anything with an apothecary, especially a female one, even if it was a place you went to obtain poison for your intended (male) victim. The 1800 London past woven into a present day story, with a surprisingly hopeful ending.
Biggest disappointing read of the year which I had been so looking forward to was Jodi Picoult’s – The Book of Two Ways. Book opens with married female protagonist surviving a plane crash. Does she go home to her husband and child or fly off someplace else? Waded through 400 pages on death doulas, AI, Egyptian hieroglyphics and archaeology, much of which was standard university lecture material and had little to do with the plot, only to arrive at a totally ambiguous ending. I guess if you live in a parallel universe you don’t have to chose between your responsible-but-no-longer-in-love-with husband and your sexy grad-school Indiana-Jones type boyfriend because you can have both? Or maybe you the reader gets to decide? The ending was just plain annoying. In the author notes she thanks her editor for making her change it as it was so much better, which only left me wondering what the original ending might have been. I’ve never known Jodi Picoult to write a bad book before so it was doubly disappointing. I found her last one, Small Great Things, (how someone becomes a white supremacist) a timely and outstanding read.
There were many other books I didn’t take photos of…..some the kind you can’t put down.
I particularly enjoyed The Pull of the Stars – by Emma Donoghue about an obstetrical hospital in Ireland during the 1918 Spanish flu, which I found riveting, both for it’s historical obstetrical detail (not advised for anyone pregnant but many of my friends were OB nurses) and for it’s depiction of the pandemic (much the same as today, masks, distancing, fresh air, but thank god no carbolic acid disinfectant). I was surprised by the ending, but after I researched the author it make sense. Only a well respected writer (the Room) could get away with no quotation marks around the dialogue, an odd feature which didn’t seem to distract from the story.
I love murder mysteries and psychological thrillers, if they’re not too gory and I have my favorite authors – One by One by Ruth Ware was excellent, the setting a snowy ski chalet in the French alps with eight co-workers. The End of Her – by Canadian author Shari Lapena who is consistently good also, and Grace is Gone – by Clare McIntosh. Woman on the Edge – by Samantha Bailey, about a woman who hands her baby to another woman on the subway platform before she jumps, was also an interesting read.
For historical fiction, The Book of Lost Names – Kristen Harmel – a WW2 saga about a female forger helping Jewish children escape, and The Paris Library -Janet Skeslien Charles about librarians working at the American Library in Paris during the Nazi occupation, – were both good reads.
I hope you have found something interesting here for your summer reading. I also have a link to My Literary Salon reviews on the front pages of my website on the main menu under Books.
It’s either feast or famine, and I have little out from the library at the moment, which has been the recent victim of a “cyber security incident” thus disabling the online reservation process. I hope they get it fixed soon, or we Readers will all soon be in withdrawal. I’m always up for a recommendation, so please leave any favorite reads or authors you’ve discovered in comments.
PS. 3000 words – and I was criticizing Obama? Maybe I’ll stick to a quarterly review in the future…
This months literary salon pick is a non-fiction book titled, The Library Book, penned by Susan Orlean, a long time staff writer for The New Yorker. With those credentials you know it will be good, and I must say this was one of my favorite reads this summer. But then the library has always been one of my favorite places, especially during the COVID crisis when their curbside pickup has been a real lifesaver – transporting me to another world for awhile.
(Quote by Jane Austen)
While I do not have my own library at home, just random bookshelves, I’ve been a proud library patron since the age of seven when we took a class trip to our newly opened village library. Although small in size with just two rooms, a children’s section and the adults side, I thought it the most marvelous place and was excited to have my own library card. I could already read by then, having started with the Dick/Sally/Jane books, but here were shelf after shelf of books, each with a different story just waiting to be told.
(quote Jane Austen)
As a quiet middle child I could always be found somewhere with my nose in a book. My mother would take me and my younger brother to the library every Saturday (after his hockey game and penny candy treats), and I would stock up on books for the following week. The library was one of the few buildings in town with A/C and I can still recall the blast of cool air which hit you when you entered the vestibule, plus the distinctive musty smell of books. The librarian, an older woman named Mrs. Sekritis sat behind a tall circular desk, and she would often comment on my choices as I grew older. While our little library stocked picture books for children and adult fiction for grown-ups, the selection for Young Adults (if that genre even existed back then) was limited – perhaps only L.M. Montgomery (I read the whole Anne series) and Louisa May Alcott (like many girls Jo was my heroine). And so I read the classics way too young, Dickens, the Brontes, whatever sounded interesting on the book jacket. Occasionally, when I would come across a YA book, I would find it fascinating reading about kids my own age, so different from my rather isolated life growing up on a farm.
I still get the majority of my books from the library, as I read so much it would be too expensive to buy them all, and our small local library is excellent at ordering in anything you might request, plus the librarians there are all such wonderful people. I seldom visit the larger downtown branch where the service is impersonal and the reserve lists long, except to browse the large print books (easier for reading outside with my aging eyes) of which they have a better selection. But whichever branch I visit, I still consider the library a sacred place.
But back to The Library Book.
Goodreads/Publishers Blurb:
On the morning of April 29, 1986, a fire alarm sounded in the Los Angeles Public Library. As the moments passed, the patrons and staff who had been cleared out of the building realized this was not the usual fire alarm. As one fireman recounted, “Once that first stack got going, it was ‘Goodbye, Charlie.’” The fire was disastrous: it reached 2000 degrees and burned for more than seven hours. By the time it was extinguished, it had consumed four hundred thousand books and damaged seven hundred thousand more. Investigators descended on the scene, but more than thirty years later, the mystery remains: Did someone purposefully set fire to the library—and if so, who?
Weaving her lifelong love of books and reading into an investigation of the fire, award-winning New Yorker reporter and New York Times bestselling author Susan Orlean delivers a mesmerizing and uniquely compelling book that manages to tell the broader story of libraries and librarians in a way that has never been done before.
In The Library Book, Orlean chronicles the LAPL fire and its aftermath to showcase the larger, crucial role that libraries play in our lives; delves into the evolution of libraries across the country and around the world, from their humble beginnings as a metropolitan charitable initiative to their current status as a cornerstone of national identity; brings each department of the library to vivid life through on-the-ground reporting; studies arson and attempts to burn a copy of a book herself; reflects on her own experiences in libraries; and reexamines the case of Harry Peak, the blond-haired actor long suspected of setting fire to the LAPL more than thirty years ago.
Along the way, Orlean introduces us to an unforgettable cast of characters from libraries past and present—from Mary Foy, who in 1880 at eighteen years old was named the head of the Los Angeles Public Library at a time when men still dominated the role, to Dr. C.J.K. Jones, a pastor, citrus farmer, and polymath known as “The Human Encyclopedia” who roamed the library dispensing information; from Charles Lummis, a wildly eccentric journalist and adventurer who was determined to make the L.A. library one of the best in the world, to the current staff, who do heroic work every day to ensure that their institution remains a vital part of the city it serves.
Brimming with her signature wit, insight, compassion, and talent for deep research, The Library Book is Susan Orlean’s thrilling journey through the stacks that reveals how these beloved institutions provide much more than just books—and why they remain an essential part of the heart, mind, and soul of our country. It is also a master journalist’s reminder that, perhaps especially in the digital era, they are more necessary than ever.
Discussion:
As mentioned on the cover blurb, this 2018 book is a little bit of everything – true crime, history, biography and first rate journalism. The story of who lit the fire is fascinating and interwoven among the various chapters.She delves into the history of library fires over the years from ancient Egypt to the famous book burning of the Nazis in WW2, plus the destruction of thousands of books in wars including recent ones like the Gulf war – a list of the lost libraries of the world, so many words destroyed forever. She covers biographies of librarians, a different breed who must love people as much as they love books and the future and expanded role of libraries in our communities as beacons for the homeless and social services centers, as well as branching into art, music and technical programs such as maker spaces. (Even our small branch has a technical support person on staff but I’m not sure I could listen to that annoying 3D printer all day). I was aware of the history of the Carnegie libraries, but not the reason behind it. As a young boy Andrew Carnegie couldn’t afford the $2 fee for the local lending library, so he spent the last third of his life giving money away, funding a legacy of 1700 libraries for future generations of readers. In much the same way that Bill Gates spent a decade funding literacy in third world countries. If you want to change the world, books can help, one mind at a time. Introducing your child to the pleasure of books and reading iseven more important now in this time of COVID, when education seems so perilous.
And lastly I loved this book for it’s perfect prose, here’s a sample from page 309.
“The library is a whispering post. You don’t need to take a book off a shelf to know there is a voice inside that is waiting to speak to you, and behind that was someone who truly believed that if he or she spoke, someone would listen. It was that affirmation that always amazed me. Even the oddest, most particular book was written with that kind of crazy courage – the writer’s belief that someone would find his or her book important to read. I was struck by how precious and foolish and brave that belief is, and how necessary, and how full of hope it is to collect these books and manuscripts and preserve them. It declares that all these stories matter, and so does every effort to create something that connects us to one another, and to our past and to what is still to come. I realized that this entire time, learning about the library, I had been convincing myself that my hope to tell a long-lasting story, to create something that endured, to be alive somehow as long, as someone would read my books, was what drove me on, story after story: it was my lifeline, my passion, my way to understand who I was. I thought about my mother, who died when I was halfway done with this book, and I knew how pleased she would have been to see me in the library, and I was able to use that thought to transport myself for a split second to a time when I was young and she was in the moment, alert and tender, with years ahead of her, and she was beaming at me as I toddled to the checkout counter with an armload of books. I knew that if we had come here together, to this enchanted place of stucco and statuary and all the stories in the world for us to have, she would have reminded me just about now that if she could have chosen any profession in the world, she would have been a librarian.”
and another excerpt from pg 93
“In Senegal, the polite expression for saying someone has died is to say his or her library has burned. When I first heard the phrase, I didn’t understand it, but over time I came to realize it was perfect. Our minds and souls contain volumes inscribed by out experiences and emotions; each individuals consciousness is a collection of memories we’ve catalogued and stored inside us, a private library of a life lived. It is something that no one else can share, one that burns down and disappears when we died. But if you can take something from that internal collection and share it – with one person or with the larger world, on the page or in a story recited – it takes on a life of its own.”
And so we read on…..
Postscript: I was moved recently by this video which fellow blogger Annie (AnnieAsksYou) posted, so I’m going to share it here. It’s a short clip of congressman John Lewis, who died recently at the age of 80, accepting the 2016 National Book Award for young people’s literature for March, his story of the civil rights movement. As a young black teenager in 1956 he was denied the privilege of a library card as the library was for whites only, but he had a teacher who encouraged him to “read my child, read.”
Cleaning out – that’s what many of us have been doing, making productive use of our time during our COVID staycations. No matter that there’s nowhere to take the stuff now that the dump, Goodwill and thrift stores are all closed and the whole idea of holding a garage sale is frankly horrifying. Somehow the idea of pawing through someone else’s junk/germs is not very appealing, when even the library is quarantining returned books for 72 hours before disinfecting them for re-circulation. I did my annual house purge back in snowy January and the stuff is still sitting in the basement and the gardening items are still in the garage, set aside for the spring horticultural sale, long cancelled.
So, I wasn’t much interested, when in my first curbside pickup of library books, there was one I had ordered eons ago – Secondhand: Travels in the New Global Garage Sale – by Adam Minter. But after I had read it, I thought – where were you last winter when I needed you!
Decluttering. A parent’s death. Sooner or later, all of us are faced with things we no longer need or want. But when we drop our old clothes and other items off at a local donation center, where do they go? Sometimes across the country-or even halfway across the world-to people and places who find value in what we leave behind.
In Secondhand, journalist Adam Minter takes us on an unexpected adventure into the often-hidden, multibillion-dollar industry of reuse: thrift stores in the American Southwest to vintage shops in Tokyo, flea markets in Southeast Asia to used-goods enterprises in Ghana, and more. Along the way, Minter meets the fascinating people who handle-and profit from-our rising tide of discarded stuff, and asks a pressing question: In a world that craves shiny and new, is there room for it all? Secondhand offers hopeful answers and hard truths. A history of the stuff we’ve used and a contemplation of why we keep buying more, it also reveals the marketing practices, design failures, and racial prejudices that push used items into landfills instead of new homes. Secondhand shows us that it doesn’t have to be this way, and what really needs to change to build a sustainable future free of excess stuff.
Why I Liked it:
This is not one of those how to declutter/reorganize/change your life manuals, but rather it’s an eye-opening look at what really happens to the unwanted stuff you donate. It certainly motivated me to rethink my “possession of things” in ways that those other books did not. Maybe it’s the current COVID crises and morbid thoughts of sudden death, but really in the end, it’s all just stuff and you can’t take it with you. So keep what you use and enjoy and get rid of the rest, and try not to buy as much in the future!
The author, Adam Minter, has done a great deal of research into the global secondhand industry, and being himself the descendant of junkyard owners, is well qualified to tell the tale. He also wrote Junkyard Planet-Travels in the Billion Dollar Trash Trade, a 2013 bestseller.
Much of the book involves his travel in places like Mexico, Southeast Asia and Africa – countries where the secondhand economy thrives, and where the stuff which doesn’t sell here is often destined. That old saying, one man’s junk is another man’s treasure, is true. While there’s a widely circulated theory that by sending our clothes and electronic waste to third world countries we are harming their homegrown economies, the author debunks that myth. While undeniably some of it does end up in the dump, much of it is recycled and repaired to be resold to people who would otherwise have nothing. The author follows a container of discarded computers, cell phones and tube TVs to Africa and it’s thriving electronic repair shops – shops who would much rather have older recycled goods than new cheaper ones because they last longer and are made better. In one story, Greenpeace installed a GPS tracking device on a discarded TV in a shipment bound from England to Africa and then send a reporter to reclaim it at the other end, thus proving, according to their report, that it was destined for a digital dump. But it wasn’t – it would have been brought to a repair shop and then resold to someone who had nothing.
There’s a chapter on emptying the nest (professional estate cleaning crews), secondhand clothes, wiping rags (a whole separate industry), and why appliances don’t last, (remind me to buy a Speed Queen if my thirty year old Maytag washer/dryer ever wears out). Simple fixes such as making manufacturers release repair manuals for older models would do a lot to keep older electronics out of the dump.
I once donated an old 80’s radio/cassette player to the St. Vincent de Paul and the clerk thanked me as there were some seasonal workers in the store who were looking for a radio. They were Mexican, here to help with the pepper harvest. We smiled at each other. I was pleased too, as when we drop things off at the thrift shop, we hope they will be reused and appreciated by someone else – if not here than perhaps in some other country. In this world of have and have not, it’s comforting to know that sometimes happens.
PS. I’ve been thinking about my garage sale stuff and wondering – if things continue in recovery mode here and we don’t get a second fall wave – if I could just put some of the stuff out at the end of the driveway on a table some Saturday afternoon with a sign, Free for a Small Donation to COVID relief fund? That way it won’t sit in my basement until next year. A lot of what I have is winter stuff, Christmas decorations, wreaths, sweaters, etc. I only had a garage sale once, (advertised) and I remember people coming really early, like before I was awake!
Vintage movie posters
French Press coffee maker…used once…$35 price sticker still on…coffee not hot enough and too much hassle to clean out the grounds.
Flannel bathrobe with fleece lining…never worn……not suitable for menopausal women….
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