Review 2454: The Shutter of Snow

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The Shutter of Snow is a remarkable work. It is Emily Holmes Coleman’s only novel, written after she was interred in a mental hospital for postpartum psychosis. As you can imagine, therapy in the 1920s was not sophisticated.

Sometimes Marthe Gail believes she is God, sometimes Jesus Christ. She thinks her husband and the doctors are keeping her baby away from her, or maybe she didn’t have a baby. Or maybe he is dead.

She is injected in her spine, wrapped in sheets and submerged in water for hours. Imprisoned under a canvas sheet with only a hole for her face.

She makes improvements and is moved to a freer ward, gets in a fight with a patient or hangs like a monkey from pipes or dances naked through the ward and is moved back. She begs to see her husband but then is angry with him when he comes.

Her story is told from her own point of view, which is sometimes angry, sometimes hallucinogenic, sometimes filled with humor. The writing style does not break out speech from thought, so it is occasionally briefly confusing, but propels the reader along with it.

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Review 2453: The Square of Sevens

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Now, this is the kind of historical novel I like. The time period seems to be well-researched, the flawed heroine is still likable, and the plot is twisty and interesting.

Red tells us about her life in 1730, when she was seven. She has been traveling all her life with her father, a Cornish cunningman named John Jory Jago. But he believes his life is in danger so is using an assumed name. He has taught her to read fortunes using the square of sevens, a technique passed down in her family. She knows nothing of her mother except she is dead.

They meet Robert Antrobus at an inn. He is an antiquarian who is interested in the square of sevens. Her father tries to get him to take Red, but he refuses. Red’s father dies, and Antrobus returns to take her home to Bath and adopt her.

Now named Rachel Antrobus, Red begins as a young woman to try to find out about her family. The pack of cards she has always used has a Latin slogan on it that is the motto of the rich and powerful De Lacey family. That family is engaged in a legal battle over the estate between most of the De Laceys and Lady Seabourne, a sister of Julius De Lacey who is estranged from the family. The dispute is about a codicil that Nicholas De Lacey left, leaving the bulk of his estate to his first grandchild. Lady Seabourne’s son is that grandchild, but the rest of the family claims that Nicholas burned the codicil.

Red learns enough about the family to believe that she is the daughter of a runaway marriage between John Jory Jago and Patience De Lacey. Then she finds the codicil in the tube that contained the document explaining the square of sevens and realizes she is the first grandchild.

Fairly early on, we see another point of view. Lazarus Darke is working for Lady Seabourne trying to find the codicil.

Someone breaks into the house, killing the housekeeper, Mrs. Fremantle, obviously looking for something. Then Mr. Antrobus dies. Red has reason to believe that her new guardian, Henry Antrobus, has stolen her inheritance from Mr. Antrobus, and then he sells the codicil. Red runs away from home to London.

Red finds herself a job telling fortunes at a show, an illegal activity. The show was once a joint enterprise between John Jory Jago and Morgan Trevthick. Red, who has thought her mother dead, finds out that Patience De Lacey is Lady Seabourne. She presents herself to her, but Lady Seabourne throws her out. So, Red decides to infiltrate the De Laceys as a fortune teller for Mirabel Tremaine, who she believes is her grandmother. But can she find the codicil? And how will she prove that she and John Jory Jago lived instead of both going over a cliff when she was a baby, as everyone believes?

Soon, Red realizes she has entered a nest of vipers. But are they all or only some of them vipers? It seems as if I have told a lot of the story, but there is much more to come.

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NYT 100 Best Books of the 21st Century: Last Installment

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This week, the New York Times began posting its list of the 100 best books of the century so far, as determined by 500+ writers, editors, and so on. Each day, as it posts the next 20 books in the list, I’m going in and adding to this post, which I will publish on Friday. I already published comments about the lists from the first two days (#61-100) on Wednesday.

Wednesday’s List

I started out the last article by listing the books from the NYT list that I had read. So, here it is for the books listed Wednesday.

For books #60-51:

For 50-41:

As of Wednesday, they have made it possible to submit 10 of your favorite books for an audience favorites list. I made up a list and submitted it, So far, the only ones on the NYT list that I put on mine were Life After Life and The Goldfinch, but, full disclosure, I scratched off The Goldfinch in favor of a more obscure book because we are limited to 10. However, I might have included Middlesex if I’d thought of it and am happy to spot more books that I enjoyed appearing on the lists as we go up to #1.

Of these lists from Wednesday, I loved several of the books and actually didn’t like a couple of them at all, particularly A Brief History of Seven Killings and The Vegetarian. I was indifferent to one other.

To keep my count up, if I counted right, 11 of the 20 authors listed for these books are women. So far, that makes 33 out of 60.

Thursday’s List

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Continuing my listing, of the list from Thursday, here are the books I’ve read:

For books #40-31:

Well, that’s a pretty bad showing for those numbers.

For books 30-21:

I’m at least liking most of these selections as we get closer to the highest numbers on the list. I see there are some more Alice Munro books I need to read. Of the list of my top 10 that I submitted to the NYT on Wednesday, A Visit from the Goon Squad was on it, and both Atonement and The Overstory were on my shortlist and got taken off to get down to 10. If I’d thought of Cloud Atlas, it probably would have been on there, too. I think, actually, that I failed to check its publication date and thought it was before 2000.

Continuing my count of the women writers included, 13 out of 20 are women, for a total count of 46 out of 80. At this point, some names are duplicated, but since there are 100 books, I’m counting them each time they appear. It would be much more challenging to figure out how many women and men are listed, because of duplicates (which I’m still not happy they’ve included, that is, more than one book by an author).

Friday’s List and the Top Twenty!

On Friday, the NYT listed their top twenty books of the 21st century (along with the rest of the 100). Here’s my list of how many I have read.

For books #20-11:

For the top 10:

For my own part, I have done a lot better at having read the top books. Fifteen out of twenty isn’t bad! Of these, I found a flaw in my method of making my own list of favorite books, which was to go through my Best of the Year posts, but my blog only started in 2012, I think. So, for example,. I may have included Never Let Me Go in my list if I’d thought of it.

Of the ones on the list of 11-20, there are more books that I didn’t enjoy that much than on any of the other lists. The Sellout, for example, was a DNF for me, despite it being on one of my project lists. The only books I liked a lot were The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay and The Year of Magical Thinking.

I did much better with the top ten list. I considered The Known World and Wolf Hall for my own list. I liked all the others except, it’s now official, I must be the only person in the world who didn’t like My Brilliant Friend. Of course it came in at first place!

We are doing worse on the count of women writers for this one, only 7 out of 20. That brings the total to 53 out of 100, though, which is fair and much better than in previous lists by other organizations.

If I Gave the Award

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I’m way behind on finishing the shortlisted books for the 2011 James Tait Black prize, but now that I have, it’s time for my feature, where I say whether the judges got it right. This year’s shortlist is unusual, because it contains three historical novels out of the four. It’s also going to be difficult from my perspective because I loved two of the books on the shortlist, but I haven’t read one of them since 2012.

Let’s start with my least favorite book. That one is La Rochelle by Michael Nath. This novel has a vestigial plot about a missing girlfriend and a friend’s obsession with her. But mostly it is about the main character, whom I found unpleasantly fascinated with women’s anatomy and not afraid to say so. The novel deals with nights of drinking too much with the missing women’s partner until the main character finally does something different, ending a labyrinthine scheme that I thought was silly and absolutely unnecessary.

Next is my second least favorite of the four, which was the winner for that year, The Lotus Eaters by Tatjana Soli. When I originally started to read it, I had forgotten why I was reading it and took it for a standard historical novel about a woman photographer’s affairs with a married man and then with his assistant. However, it turned out to really be about the experience of being a war correspondent during the Vietnam War and the main character’s growing love for the country. After giving it a second try, I finished it, but I still felt quite a bit of distance from the characters.

Now we get to two favorite books. The first one was the book I read long ago and for which I wrote my fifth review for this blog, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob De Zoet by David Mitchell. Although it had hints of the sci-fi time travelers that he incorporates into most of his novels, at that time I had only read one other book by him, and the focus on historical fiction was so strong that I didn’t notice them. The main character is an employee of the Dutch East Indies company in 18th century Japan. He is fascinated by the culture, even though the Dutch are restricted to one island off the coast and the Japanese are generally not allowed on the island. He falls in love with a Japanese girl who is allowed on the island as the student of a Swedish physician. When he refuses to participate in his boss’s graft, he is deserted on the island and makes his way to the main island. I found the descriptions of the customs and laws of Japan at the time really interesting, and the book becomes an adventure.

But another type of adventure is experienced by the main characters of The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer. This novel was based on the experiences of her grandparents during World War II. The main character, a Hungarian Jew, arrives in Paris in 1937 to study architecture, but he soon loses his scholarship because of anti-Semitism. He also meets an older woman with whom he falls in love. This novel becomes one of great breadth, covering events of World War II, the Hungarian Holocaust, life in work camps, and the siege of Budapest.

I so much enjoyed both of these last two novels that it’s hard to pick, but I choose The Invisible Bridge, simply because of its depth and breadth, and also just slightly because I have a vague recollection that The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet eventually goes to some places that were a bit unbelievable.

NYT 100 Best Books of the 21st Century: What Do I Think So Far?

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As of this writing (on Tuesday), the New York Times has posted numbers 100-61 of their best books of the 21st century, 20 each day this week, as decided by 503 critics, writers, poets, and other book lovers. When I saw they were doing it, my first reaction was, I hope it’s a better list than the Time Magazine best books of the 20th century, which had only one book on it written by a woman, if I am recalling correctly. (I take that back. There were 20. However, the list I just looked at doesn’t seem to exactly be the one I remember, so maybe they revised it. And anyway, really, guys?) And two by Philip Roth, which, gag me with a spoon. (Bad news, because these new lists already have two by Philip Roth.) My other reaction was that 24 years into the 21st century was a bit early to be doing this.

Regardless, I thought I’d write a post about my reaction to the lists so far.

First of all, how many have I read? Not as many as I might have.

For books 100-91:

For 90-81: none

For 80-71:

For 70-61:

Obviously, I haven’t read enough of these to make any overarching comments. One thing is obvious. There are more books by women writers, 22 (if I counted them right) out of 40. So much better. And there are quite a few by minorities.

Of the ones that I read, I personally thought several were excellent but not all. In particular, I liked Bel Canto, Bring Up the Bodies, and Olive Kitteridge best. I liked how to be both, On Beauty, All Aunt Hagar’s Children, and Demon Copperhead well enough, A few others I felt indifferent to, but at least I didn’t actively dislike any of them.

But there is Philip Roth again, two of his books in the bottom 40 (admittedly, I haven’t read any of them, but I read several of his books and those were enough for me), the guy who writes the same book over and over again. There aren’t two books by any other authors listed twice in the list so far. Usually when I make my top 10 lists for the year, I have a rule that only one book per writer can be on the list. That makes for hard decisions, but I think it’s a good choice.

What about you? Take a look at the complete list at the link at top. Have you read any from the list so far? What do you think of the choices? I will be reporting back later this week once the rest of the list is published.

Review 2452: La Rochelle

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Mark Chopra is a neurologist who lives alone and has apparently never had a partner. He also seems at first to have no friends except a much younger couple, Ian and Laura. The draw there is Laura, with whom he is in love. As for friends, it gradually becomes clear that he has other friends, but he disregards them.

Mark judges the stories Laura has told him and his own observations and thinks that Ian doesn’t treat Laura the way she deserves. At the pub at the start of the novel, Ian tells Mark that Laura has left him to think about their future. He doesn’t know where she is and doesn’t look for her, saying she’ll come back when she’s ready.

Mark is a highly intelligent person who tends to overthink things. He starts worrying about Laura, thinking she could have had an accident or even have been kidnapped. But he does nothing except hang out with Ian every night, getting so drunk that he can’t remember things and smells like booze at work. He ignores the warnings of coworkers (his other friends that he doesn’t seem to recognize) about his job.

Toward the end of the novel, Mark finally does something, but the trip there wasn’t pleasant for me. Mark is not a reliable narrator. He knows more than he tells until toward the end of the novel. But I also found him an unpleasant person. Despite being, he finally claims, willfully abstinent, he seems to think of women only in terms of sex. He meets a couple and immediately wonders how often they have sex. He makes constant demeaning comments about female anatomy. He expresses his gratitude toward a female friend and coworker by mentioning her bra size! Is this supposed to be a side effect of Mark’s lifestyle choice? Is it supposed to be funny? I have no idea. I found this character to be deeply unpleasant despite his desire to be a knight errant for Laura. It was no surprise at all to me to find him ultimately having no interest in what he finally gets, even though it’s what he wanted.

The plot eventually has some surprises, but after a labyrinthian scheme finally reveals itself, the whole idea just seemed stupid to me. The characters go to all kinds of trouble instead of speaking a single sentence. (I think Roger Ebert used to call that the “idiot plot,” in reference to movies.) I really wouldn’t have finished this book if it hadn’t been part of my James Tait Black project.

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Review 2451: Endless Night

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Mike Rogers is a wanderer who moves from job to job, never seeming to amount to much. But he has a taste for finer things. One thing he wants is to have an architect he’s met build a house at Gipsys’s Acres, but even though the property is going cheap because of the curse on it, he can’t afford it.

He goes up to look at the property one day and meets Ellie Guteman. She is a young, wealthy heiress who has slipped her leash from trustees who keep her so protected that she never has any fun. With the help of her companion, Greta, she contiues to see Mike, and they daydream about buying Gipsy’s Acres and building their dream house. Eventually, they decide to get married on the day she turns 21. (Here’s some book serendipity, a concept coined by Bookish Beck, two books within a week that have houses being built that may turn out to be haunted. The other is The House Next Door.)

All goes well until they move into Gipsy’s Acres. Ellie keeps meeting Mrs. Lee, an old gypsy woman who warns her of danger. Someone throws a stone through the window. Even though Ellie’s relatives are American, they show up for visits, and they are not very nice. And Ellie has offered Greta a place to live. Lots of people seem not to like Greta, including Mike.

The novel is narrated by Mike, who seems disarmingly straightforward. However, there is a lot going on under the surface, and Mike is an unreliable narrator.

Although I guessed what was going on fairly early, that didn’t ruin my appreciation of how Christie slowly builds suspense. Then, at the very end, the novel took a turn I didn’t expect. Note that gypsies don’t fare well in the comments of characters.

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WWW Wednesday

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It’s the first Wednesday of the month, so now it’s time for my new feature, WWW Wednesday (which I stole from The Chocolate Lady). The idea is to talk about the book I’m reading now, what I just finished, and what I’ll read next. If you want to pop in and tell me about your reading, please do by adding your comments.

What Am I Reading Now?

I have to admit to not looking forward to this book for my Booker Prize project. It’s Glory by Noviolet Bulawayo. At this writing, I have just picked it up, but it is one of those allegories that uses animals as characters. My initial reaction is to think that Animal Farm was enough of that. Sigh. We’ll see how we go.

What Did I Just Finish Reading?

My last book was from Dean Street Press, the Furrowed Middlebrow line, a place I go for relaxation. It was Village Story by Celia Buckmaster. This is the second book I’ve read by Buckmaster, and they both seem to have lots of characters and less of a straightforward plot than most of the others. This one does indeed tell the story of a village through the characters of some of its principal citizens, through a few years in time. It was published in 1951, but its time setting isn’t clear.

What Will I Read Next?

I’ve been going back and forth on this. I picked up the next book in my stack, but when I read what it was about, I put it way back on my stack. Bad timing. However, a few months into my Century of Books project, I put my TBR list in order of publication date and picked out some books for years I didn’t have an entry. The Voyage of the Narwhal by Andrea Barrett was a book that had been on my list for a long time and that filled one of those holes. For some reason I thought it was nonfiction, but it says clearly on the front cover that it is a novel, about a voyage to Greenland.

No matter what you read next, I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you’re reading, if you don’t mind. Do any of these books sound tempting to you?

Review 2450: The Lotus Eaters

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I’ve had The Lotus Eaters on my TBR list for a long time, so I finally decided to get a copy. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a DNF for me the first time. (But read on, because I eventually finished it. My review is in two parts.)

The novel begins with the fall of Saigon in 1975. War photojournalist Helen has left it late to try to get herself and her wounded husband, Linh, out of the country. Torn between trying to get photos of the fall and getting out safely, after a long, dangerous struggle to get to the American embassy, Helen gets Linh into a helicopter and then returns to the city.

The novel then moves back in time to 1965, when Linh has just been forced to rejoin the South Vietnamese army. On his first day back, he meets photographer Sam Darrow, who gets him appointed as his assistant. But on the same day, friendly fire destroys his village, including his parents and his pregnant wife. Linh deserts.

After months in Saigon, Linh gets a job with Life magazine by claiming to be Darrow’s friend. He ends up being Darrow’s assistant again. Then the focus of the novel shifts back to Helen and her arrival in Saigon as an inexperienced photographer.

First Review

I gave this novel 100 pages, but although I was interested in the setting, I just didn’t care about these characters. And although Soli does a good job of describing some things, I just wasn’t feeling the setting or getting engaged in the story. This seemed like a mediocre attempt at historical fiction. Things didn’t come to life.

I realized later that this book was part of my James Tait Black project, so I should have tried to finish it, but I didn’t.

Second Review

I gave The Lotus Eaters another try after I realized it was not only part of my James Tait Black project, but it had won the award that year. When I quit reading, it was because I assumed that the novel was mostly going to be about Helen’s romantic relationships with married photographer Sam Darrow and then with Vietnamese photographer Linh, and I wasn’t at that point that interested in them. However, it turned out to be more about Helen’s growing love for the country and whatever it is that makes people risk their lives to get photos of dangerous events.

Soli is good at evoking the landscapes and scents of Vietnam, as well as the dangers. Although I became interested enough in the story to finish it, I still felt a considerable distance from the characters. I was most interested in Linh, but we only see from his point of view briefly at the beginning and end of the novel, and after all he goes through, his most defining characteristics are loyalty and love for Helen.

So, I still only liked this novel somewhat. I couldn’t help contrasting it with the recent movie Civil War, also about photojournalists and much more gut-wrenching.

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