Monday, November 8, 2010

L manages to read a book. Hurrah!

Yes, hurrah!  I am horribly behind in reading my programming text for the course I’m taking this Fall semester, and I’ve managed to get sick again, but all that doesn’t matter because I read a book ... purely for pleasure … and it was wonderful!!!

 

The Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman, author of Practical Magic (which was made into one of my all-time favourite chick flicks starring Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman) is, according to the dust jacket, a book that “illuminates the bonds and mysteries that connect mother and daughter, sister and brother, woman and man.”

 

When she was eight years old, our unnamed narrator made a terrible wish.  She wished that her mother would die.  And her mother did.  Wracked with grief and blame, our narrator creates a fairy tale for herself in which she becomes the girl who climbed a mountain and refused to move, becoming frozen in place for all eternity.  The Ice Queen continues to function, moving through the motions of life, never really living or feeling until one day she relocates from New Jersey to Orlon County, Florida to be closer to her brother Ned.  Orlon County is a place renowned for having the most lightning strikes and lightning strike survivors and not long after her move, the Ice Queen is struck, causing a miraculous awakening in her life.

 

Told from the first person perspective our unnamed narrator leaps to life through Hoffman’s prose.  It is only as I write this, trying to describe this book, that I realize the woman whose life I so intimately followed has no name.  Yet, she is as real to me as I am, as you are.  A powerful, moving book, The Ice Queen will keep you turning the pages.

 

Till next time, happy reading J

L

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