Monday, October 25, 2010

Fugitive Pieces and a challenge completed

Young Jakob Beer is the sole survivor of his family’s massacre for the simple reason he was still small enough to hide in the wall when the Germans arrived, shooting and killing his father and mother.  Of his older sister Bella, who was too big to climb into the wall, there is no trace.  Jakob flees the city, traveling by night, burying himself in the earth during the day, to avoid detection.  He is only able to escape German occupied Poland when Greek archeologist Athos Roussos smuggles him past the checkpoints, hiding Jakob inside his clothes.  Athos takes Jakob home to Greece and hides him on the island Zakynthos until the war finally ends.  While German soldiers patrol the streets of Greece and wreck havoc on their Jewish ghettos, Jakob remains hidden in the upper story of Athos’ home, with Athos teaching him from an extensive classical library.  At the end of the war, Jakob is pale and weak, having seen the sun from windows only for years.  But his youth is in his favour as he quickly bounces back, regaining health and strength.  Together, he and Athos make their way to Canada and a new life.  They settle in Toronto where Athos has secured a job teaching at the University of Toronto. 

In Fugitive Pieces, author Anne Michaels explores the theme of memory in quite a unique way, I think.  How do our memories define our present selves?  Our future?  As the years pass and Jakob matures into a young adult he is haunted by the images of his childhood, the death of his family, the memory of his sister Bella, a gifted pianist who held so much promise, who was cut down in life at such a young age.  Jakob’s memories haunt his present and impact his future, particularly his relationships until he can come to terms with the deaths of his loved ones.  Peppered throughout are images of the horrors of the Holocaust, keeping fresh for us, the reader, the tragic waste and needless death of that moment in history.

Jakob’s story is riveting, but Michaels branches off towards the latter part of the novel, and I find the novel falls apart a bit as suddenly the protagonist shifts from Jakob to Ben, the child of Holocaust survivors.  Ben has briefly met Jakob, been drawn to his story, and following Jakob’s death, is haunted by the need to know more about Jakob then has been shared with the world in Jakob’s poetry collection.  The interesting thing about Ben’s story is how his own life (past, present and future) have been affected by his parents’ experience.  Survivors of the Holocaust who immigrated to Canada, they live their lives in constant fear of the Germans banging on the door, of taking them away, separating their family, of losing each other.  Ben, born after the war, tries, but cannot fully understand what they experienced and how it shaped their future.  Only after their death, when well-hidden secrets emerge does he begin to glimpse what their daily lives must have been like.

Michaels does a creditable job of humanizing the horrors of the Holocaust though I would have wished she had seen Jakob’s story through to the end instead of branching off so completely into Ben’s.  However, this book is gripping nonetheless, one I had trouble putting down.  Michaels’ lyrical prose will draw you in with characters and stories that come alive.  This book was recommended to me by the bookseller at Juniper Books on Ottawa Street, as, in his opinion, “the best Canadian fiction book ever written.”  I have to admit, despite Michael’s choppy ending, I heartily agree that I would rank this novel among my top five all time CanLit books.

Well dear readers, this concludes my TBR bookcase challenge (which I didn’t strictly adhere to as I have purchased the occasional book since starting this challenge).  However, I am happy to say I read 5 books from my tbr bookcase that I otherwise would not have read without this challenge, so I guess a lesson is learned … if I want to accomplish something, I’m going to have to set a concrete goal.  Stay tuned for new challenge postings in January.  I only have a whole 5 shelf bookcase full of TBR’s to get through…..oops. J

Oh and for those of you following along, this book also counts as my CanLit read for October.  Yay!  I love a two-fer book.  Now I just have to pick a November book.  Oy.

Till next time, happy reading!
L

"Like other ghosts, [Bella] whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into the world."
       ~ Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces





Friday, October 22, 2010

Brisingr by Christopher Paolini

The 3rd installment in the Inheritance Cycle, Brisingr continues with the story of Eragon and his dragon Saphira in their quest to dethrone the evil Galbatorix and rid Alagaesia of his tyranny.

 

I found this third book in the series much more exciting then Eldest, the second book, in part I think because second books in trilogies (which the Inheritance Cycle originally was planned as) tend to be transitional books.  The main characters have all been introduced in the first book, and the climax awaits us in the third book, so the second book is often merely a bridge from the one to the next.  Second books in trilogies rarely excite me.  Brisingr, however, has all the excitement of a final book, yet doesn’t quite complete the series.  Therefore, I look forward to the fourth and final book, hopefully to be published in 2011.

 

The series begins with fifteen year old Eragon discovering a dragon egg that hatches for him and he becomes a Dragon Rider, a member of an elite race of humans and elves that have nearly gone extinct with the rise of evil warlord Galbatorix.  Eragon and his dragon Saphira are the only hope Alagaesia have of thwarting Galbatorix and bringing peace back to the land.  In Eldest, Eragon and Saphira travel to the elven city of Ellesmera where their training is continued by Oromis and Glaedr, an elf and his dragon who escaped Galbatorix’s clutches and hidden themselves in Du Waldenvarden, the elven forest.  Oromis and Glaedr teach Eragon and Saphira what it means to be Rider and Dragon, preparing them for the ultimate battle with Galbatorix.  Throughout, Eragon wrestles with his familial past.  His mother died shortly after he was born and the mystery of his father’s identity is one of the themes in this series.

 

Christopher Paolini, the author, was but fifteen himself when he wrote the first book of the series, and eighteen when it was published.  Both Eragon and Eldest consequently read with a very juvenile voice.  In Brisingr, however, the reader gets a sense of the author’s maturity as several themes are examined by a maturing Eragon – family, marriage, adulthood, right vs wrong (or morality), religion, and race.  There is a thin veil between Eragon’s musings about god (each race in Alagaesia – human, Urgal, Dwarf and Elf – have their own belief and notion of spirituality) and race (if Galbatorix is to be defeated, the many factions of Alagaesia must work together – the different tribes of man working alongside the different species – Elf, Dwarf, Urgal) and the author’s own thoughts on these subjects.  For me, the book reads as a canvass for the author’s own journey toward adulthood and self-discovery, a journey that is often absent when children’s books are written by adults.  At times I found the veil too transparent and the author’s voice too intrusive, but thankfully these interruptions were few and far between.

 

Along with the maturity of the author, there was a maturity in the writing that was pleasant to experience, however I found the battle scenes much more graphic than expected for a children’s book.  It gave me the impression Paolini expected his audience to have grown with him and the series, and perhaps didn’t take into consideration younger readers just discovering the series.  Although I’m no prude, I would have wished for less gratuitous violence in what is often hailed as a children’s literary novel, but perhaps that is where Paolini’s maturity fails us, the reader.

 

Till next time, happy reading!

L J

 

 “A room without books is like a body without a soul”

            ~Cicero

 

“Well-behaved women rarely make history” 

~Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

 

“There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favourite book”

~ Marcel Proust

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Mysterious Mr. Quin

Very little time can go by lately, it seems, without my craving an Agatha Christie.  I have thankfully read her so infrequently when I was younger that many of her books are new and fresh to me now that I’m hooked on her books.  As such, this is my first introduction to Mr. Quin, a series Christie wrote over several years, based loosely on the character Harlequin in the Italian commedia d’ell arte.  According to the author’s introductory letter, if read carefully, you can read the story of Harlequin himself, as played out in the series.  Cool.

 

In The Mysterious Mr. Quin, a series of short stories are woven together by the common thread of Mr. Quin and his long-time friend and entre to society, Mr. Satterthwaite.  Mr. Satterthwaite, a connoisseur of high-society and the arts is a studier of people.  Throughout his travels he finds himself immersed in various mysterious, and with the help of Mr. Quin, who pops up at the most appropriate times, solves many a murder and disappearance. 

 

A charming collection of brief tales, some of which seem a little contrived – or at least the conclusion does.  Satterthwaite seems to pull answers out of his … ah … out of thin air and his wild suppositions, barely based on fact, often point directly to the solution of the mystery.  Despite this, Christie’s writing and character development is always a delight to read.  Not exactly what I was expecting when I picked it up, I found myself enjoying the book nonetheless.

 

Till next time, I have a new quote to share J

L

 

“There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favourite book”

~ Marcel Proust

Friday, October 15, 2010

Short stories help calm the savage beast

At the beginning of this year I discovered book blogs and a whole world of wonderful reading material opened up before me.  Thanks to seeing a recommendation for Taddle Creek I am now subscribing to a great little literary magazine that has immensely saved my sanity of late.  For those of you following along, you know I’ve been immersed in a programming course this semester that is taking much precious time away from pleasure reading.  I’ve had Brisingr, the third book in Christopher Paolini’s Inheritance Cycle on the go for nearly a month now, and still have more than a third to read, owing to the fact I’m lucky if I manage to get in a chapter a day between work and studies (major boo!).  This has led to the following discovery:  If I’m not regularly reading fiction or something for pleasure I get cranky.  Very cranky.  The not fit to be out in public kind of cranky that is most unattractive. 

 

Desperate to get the monkey off my back I picked up the summer issue of Taddle Creek (that arrived quite a few months ago but has been sitting on top of my bookshelf (where magazines generally go to die…what can I say?  I’m a book girl), ever since).  Much to my surprise and enjoyment the stories have proved to be not only wonderful reads but extremely well-written also.  My favourite so far is David Ross’ A Private Woman.  I devoured it before class started yesterday and it was simply lovely to read some really decent fiction for a change.  The experience has helped to calm me down – I feel a bit like an addict who’s just taken a hit of some really good shit and I’m very much enjoying the resultant high.  Something else I’ve discovered:  short stories are great for getting you through the lean times when life’s responsibilities interfere and leave you no time for pleasure reading.

 

I’m going to start taking a closer look at what has been, for me, a very neglected genre: the short story.

 

Many blessings,

L J

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Scotiabank Giller Prize nominees

These are very exciting times.  The Scotiabank Giller Prize announced its shortlist last week.  Up for the prize are:

 

David Bergan for his novel THE MATTER WITH MORRIS

Alexander MacLeod for his short story collection LIGHT LIFTING

Sarah Selecky for her short story collection THIS CAKE IS FOR THE PARTY

Johanna Skibsrud for her novel THE SENTIMENTALISTS

Kathleen Winter for her novel ANNABEL

 

Who will the winner be?  Find out November 9th.

 

The Giller Prize comes with a price tag of $50,000 for the winner, and $5000 each for the finalists.  Not too shabby for a CanLit literary award. 

 

I haven’t read any of the titles (either short or long list), but you can bet I’ve added them to my tbr list for future CanLit reads.  I’m particularly looking forward to reading Alexander MacLeod and not just because he’s the son of Alistair MacLeod and is home-grown talent, published right here in Essex County (at lit press Biblioasis), but because I’ve been hearing good things on the blog rolls about this book.  You can catch him at Bookfest Windsor in November. 

 

Ciao for now!

L J

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Read-a-thon post # FINAL

Well hour fourteen (yup that's 14) is winding down and I'm done.  Quite tired after a day of reading, more than ready for bed, so I'm calling this one a day, though not at all disappointed with my early finish.

  Indeed, it's quite the accomplishment for my first ever Dewey 24-hour read-a-thon.  While I would have liked to go longer, 14 hours is still pretty good for a first timer.  I'll know to start earlier next time (was up at 7:30 with the dog, but didn't actually start reading until 10:20 -- all those wasted hours!!).

  Read quite a bit more than I expected to:  finished chapter 7, read chapter 8 and am 10 pages into chapter 9 (running out of ink taking notes was probably my sign to pack it in for the night).  I also very much enjoyed 68 pages of Brisingr (so happy I got to fit in some fiction!!).

  I look forward to doing this again in April.  Can't wait!

  Happy reading!
L

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Read-a-thon post #4

Top of the eleventh hour and I just finished chapter 8.  My reward?  A hot bath with Brisingr.  *happy dance*  Plenty of time yet to read chapter 9 (heck, there are still two days left of this long weekend!!).

  Lesson learned:  Don't continue to write about the soporific effect of snoring dog for it can, and will, only lead to a nap!

  One brief nap, dinner and a dog walk may have interupted my reading plans, but hey, still got chapters 7 and 8 read today.  Go me!!!

  Still undecided if I will sweat out the full 24-hours but so far going strong (it helps I started on the caffeine and sugar :) -- that should give me a good few hours yet).

  Can't believe the T.V. hasn't been on once today.  Now if only I had more restraint with the computer.

  Okay, back to reading!
L :)

Read-a-thon post #3

Desperately in need of a butt fluff.  Have been sitting way too long.  Alternately yearning between a hot bath (in which I can read Brisingr -- Fiction! YES!) and a nap.  Snoring dog having the desired soporific effects ... in her opinion as then she can cuddle on couch with mommy while I snooze. 

  Breaking to type this post.  Couch cushion is far more comfy and nicer to my butt than hard kitchen chair.  Lily getting belly rub to disspell the hiccoughs.  Why does no one ever rub my belly when I have the hiccoughs? 

  Making my way nicely through chapter 8 as hour seven counts down....will do some laps around the house before reading more or butt will be flattened beyond repair....

  L :)

Read-a-thon post #2

Entrenched in hour #5, just finishing up chapter 7, have not used my time all that wisely reading-wise.  Took a mini-break to do the dishes, another to make a pot of tea, yet another do a little farming (am addicted to facebook games), still another to give some attention to Lily, refreshed from her nap and eager to play, but best of all, discovered the fix to my program problems for assignment 3.  I may be the queen of procrastination, but I don't merely waste my time. ;p

  Happy to announce assignment 3 is now finished and working correctly.  Now I have to buckle down and keep reading as I have assignment 4 waiting in the wings, and a mid-term at the end of the month and the assigned text reading must be read (because clearly, the text is teaching me a thing or two!) :)

  Ciao for now,
L

Read-a-thon post #1

Well it's coming up to the end of hour 2 and I still have 15 pages of chapter 7 to get through.  I wish I could do a true fiction read-a-thon, but I'm a responsible girl.  So instead of jumping into some fun fiction, I'm reading my text, taking notes and hopefully learning code.  Sigh.  And I'm posting this cause I desperately needed a break.  Wish this post was more fun, but about all I can do at the moment is bore you with if else statments :)

  On a happy note I started the day off with a trip to the dog park and ran Lily ragged.  She is currenly snoring at my side :)  Teehee.  I'm sure by hour 4 it will have had it's requisite soporific affect and I'll be joining her on the couch.  It's what I love about lazy Saturdays....

  Back to reading
L :)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Dewey’s 24-hour Read-a-thon

Information on Dewey’s 24-hour Read-a-thon, happening this Saturday, October 9, 2010, can be found here.  Will you be participating?

 

I’m going to attempt to read most of the day, though don’t know if I’ll be up the entire 24-hours.  I have my programming text all lined up (still a couple of chapters behind and a mid-term coming up end of the month so a perfect excuse to get reading!!) and I’m still plugging away at Brisingr when not studying so that’s on tap too.  I hope to post some updates on my reading throughout the day.

 

Happy reading!

L

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Kicks Ass!!

The movie, that is.  Haven’t read the book yet, but want to now more than ever!

Steig Larsson has been making the book blog rounds for awhile now and I was so intrigued, I added him to my TBR list.  I’ve heard good things about his books, I’ve also heard they’re a tad odd, but I like odd, so he was a natural to add to my books I wanna read list.  This weekend I finally watched the Swedish movie adaptation of his first book, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and have to say I loved it.  I loved, loved, LOVED it.  I was riveted to the screen, the story was so good.  And now I want to read the book all the more!!!

If you haven’t seen the movie, do.  Don’t wait for the flashy Hollywood version (albeit with Stellan Skarsgard and Christopher Plummer), as the Swedish version rocks!  Yes, it’s subtitled, but I was so drawn into the story that soon I didn’t realize I was reading subtitles. 

Apparently all three books were made into movies at once in Sweden, with the same cast, etc., like the Lord of the Rings trilogy, so I’m now dying to watch the next movie installment – The Girl Who Played with Fire.

Book reviews will be up one of these years when I finally get around to reading the books, but in the meantime, the movies are there to enjoy so go out and watch’em!

Till next time,

L J

Friday, October 1, 2010

Hello My Name Is

As I am firmly bogged down with course work (text book finally came in + frantically trying to catch up with readings = no time for leisure reading L ) and don’t want to use up all my reserved reviews too quickly I thought I’d share this little item of interest with you instead.

This morning as I pulled up to my local Timmies drive-thru, running late as usual, over the speaker came “Hello my name is Vicki, thank you for choosing Tim Hortons, can I take your order” and I couldn’t help but think:

  1. do I really care the person serving my coffee’s name is Vicki?
  2. ’m aware I’m at Timmies, it’s the reason I pulled into the lot.
  3. do they get a lot of people in the drive-thru who think maybe they’re at McDonalds that they have to restaurant identify?
  4. how much later is this banal chatter going to make me?
  5. ust give me my g.d. coffee already (I’m not a morning person.  Seriously, don’t get between me and my fix of caffeinated sugar before 10am or I will hurt you).
  6.  really should care about Vicki, after all, she’s a person too.

And while I was grumbling in my head about the length of inane chatter over the drive-thru speaker airways (Timmies is not the only culprit), and that Vicki is lucky she didn’t pick this morning to ask if I wanted a “breakfast sandwich with that” I drove up to the window to discover the car ahead of me paid for my order.

How sweet, thoughtful, kind and wonderful.

And now I have been handed the Pay It Forward baton.  Hmm, what random act of kindness shall I bestow?

Oh, and Vicki, it’s nice knowing your name, even if I forget it by tomorrow (I’m really terrible with names, sorry.  Please don’t hold it against me, though I’m sure you’ll be there to remind me J )

Ciao for now,

L