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This is a series of short anecdotes about authors and books, such as the origins of the Brontes' odd last name. Tolkien is mentioned in an entry about Amanda McKittrick Ros, born in 1860 in Ireland, who Sutherland names as the worst novelist of all t...more
This is a series of short anecdotes about authors and books, such as the origins of the Brontes' odd last name. Tolkien is mentioned in an entry about Amanda McKittrick Ros, born in 1860 in Ireland, who Sutherland names as the worst novelist of all time. Supposedly Tolkien and the other Inklings would sit around reading from her work, seeing who'd be the first person to laugh.
A sample opening sentence, from Ros' Irene Iddlesleigh: "Sympathise with me, Indeed! Ah, No! Cast your sympathy on the chill waves of troubled waters; fling it on the oases of futurity; dash it against the rock of gossip; or better still, allow it to remain within the false and faithless bosom of buried scorn."(less)
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Yes, it's a book about chemistry (NOT something my brain wraps itself around!) but a very readable and amusing one. Kean presents anecdotes about chemists and the discovery and uses of elements in a folksy and amusing manner. Yes, my eyes have glazed...more
Yes, it's a book about chemistry (NOT something my brain wraps itself around!) but a very readable and amusing one. Kean presents anecdotes about chemists and the discovery and uses of elements in a folksy and amusing manner. Yes, my eyes have glazed over a time or two when he explains some chemical technicality, but I'm expanding my mind a bit, in a very enjoyable manner.(less)
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Part mystery, part historical novel, this book is a tour de force of writing. It's a difficult read, but worth it for the breadth and depth of the story.
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I'd classify this as a thriller more than a mystery, and as a literary novel as much as either.
The story starts in Paris in 1891. Leonie Vernier and her older, very protective brother, Anatole, head to the south of France to visit a relative by marri...more
I'd classify this as a thriller more than a mystery, and as a literary novel as much as either.
The story starts in Paris in 1891. Leonie Vernier and her older, very protective brother, Anatole, head to the south of France to visit a relative by marriage, Isolde Lascombe. Her estate, the Domaine de la Cade, is a spooky place surrounded by much myth and legend, not least those connected to Rennes le Chateau, just up the road.
Soon the story moves to Paris in 2007, where Meredith Martin, who is writing a book about Debussy, also heads to the Domaine de la Cade---now a posh hotel---not just to research her subject but also to track down her own genealogy.
The story moves skillfully back and forth between the two time periods and the two viewpoints of Leonie and Meredith (who soon begins channeling Leonie). Supernatural events occur, subtly at first, and a mysterious deck of tarot cards binds the two times together.
The book is well over 500 pages long, and should have been much shorter. The descriptions are very well done, but after a while build up to where the reader needs a machete to get through. The events of 1891 are quite a soap opera, ending in (predictable) tragedy, while the events of 2007 develop nicely for a while and then are skated over.
Mosse cleverly suggests that the legends of Rennes le Chateau (made famous in Holy Blood, Holy Grail, a precursor of The Da Vinci Code) are tied in with the tarot, but ultimately I found her use of those legends unsatisfying---the events at Rennes le Chateau are simply a cover for events at the Domaine de la Cade, she says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Okaaay.
The 1891 villain is a ghastly creepy character, but has no relationship to the legends/supernatural material until the very end, when he seeks to exploit them. The villain of 2007 is searching out the truth of the legends. He refers to events that took place before the beginning of the story but which are never explained. In fact, I went to Amazon to read reviews of Mosse's first novel, Labyrinth, thinking perhaps Sepulchre is a sequel to that, and the 2007 villain was first introduced in that novel. Not so, apparently---the material is simply left undeveloped.
My brows went up when both Leonie and Meredith more or less find by accident an important artifact. Well, Leonie had a hint, but Meredith goes right to it---while the villain of the piece has been turning over the area for years, looking for the artifact, to no avail.
There's also a piece of music that turns up repeatedly in the story (Mosse used musical imagery very effectively) but whose origins go unexplained. (Unless I dozed off at that point.) It's a nice touch to have that piece of music in the back of the book, though, and I intend to pick it out on my piano.
Mosse keeps throwing in apparently random phrases in French (yes, I realize the characters are French and would actually be speaking French) which are then left untranslated. I still remember enough of my high school and college French to get past this, but other readers might be really annoyed.
In the end, I enjoyed some of the book. The contrast between past and present is presented very nicely, for one thing. But I ultimately found Sepulchre unsatisfying to the point of irritation---too long in spots, too undeveloped in others, overly melodramatic, and not particularly well focused.(less)
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This is the second book in a series, after Some Danger Involved. It's set in the world of Sherlock Holmes, with the main character, Cyrus Barker, being an all-wise, all-seeing version of Holmes.
The point of view character is not at all Watson, thoug...more
This is the second book in a series, after Some Danger Involved. It's set in the world of Sherlock Holmes, with the main character, Cyrus Barker, being an all-wise, all-seeing version of Holmes.
The point of view character is not at all Watson, though. He's Thomas Llewelyn, a young man with a difficult past who signed up to be Barker's assistant in the first book. He's an engaging character, whose occasional bewilderment helps to balance out Barker's neverending perfection.
In this volume, Barker (and Llewelyn with him) is hired to infltrate a group of Irish terrorists plotting to blow up various sites in London, and, if they can, take out the Prince of Wales (later Edward VII). Much of the story is taken up by Llewelyn's interactions with this group, and especially with the beautiful Maire O'Casey.
The novel begins in a way that annoys me---a crisis from the end of the book is made into a prologue, as though the author can't trust the story in and of itself to draw the reader in. This when the first chapter ends with a bomb going off at Scotland Yard!
The story moves along at a slightly brisker pace than the one in Some Danger Involved, but, as with Some Danger Involved, the big reveal at the end wasn't that big a surprise to me. And, as with the earlier book, poor Llewelyn takes a serious licking but keeps on ticking, James Bond fashion.
I was amused by Llewelyn's description of the "internal exercises" Barker has him do: "There we were in our shirtsleeves, moving placidly across the lawn, waving our arms in slow, precise movements resembling postures of self-defense, save that one would have been struck long before completing any of the motions." He goes on to say that Barker learned the art in China.
Obviously he's speaking of tai chi, which, I'm told by my tai chi instructors, was in Victorian times still considered a martial art---the health aspects were emphasized until a decade or two into the 20th century. I assure Llewelyn that if he were to encounter the younger of my instructors, he'd find himself defeated very quickly by those same movements.
Unlike Some Danger Involved, To Kingdom Come isn't a mystery but a suspense novel, not a whodunnit but a willtheydoit.(less)
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Connie Goodwin is a graduate student at Harvard, who has just qualified to write a doctoral dissertation on American colonial life, focussing on perceptions of witchcraft. Her advisor, Manning Chilton, wants her to find a new primary source on the su...more
Connie Goodwin is a graduate student at Harvard, who has just qualified to write a doctoral dissertation on American colonial life, focussing on perceptions of witchcraft. Her advisor, Manning Chilton, wants her to find a new primary source on the subject.
Connie's mother, Grace, who lives in Santa Fe, asks her to go to Marblehead -- just down the road from Salem -- to sift through her own mother's abandoned cottage in order to sell it. Connie finds the place hidden behind trees and an overgrown garden, filled with decaying artifacts. Soon she is on the trail of an original source, the physick or spell book of convicted Salem witch Delivarance Dane. Also soon, she meets a man, steeplejack Sam, and falls in love.
The contemporary story is interspersed with "interludes", bits from the lives of Deliverance, her daughter Mercy, and her grand-daughter Prudence.
The Physick Book has been compared to The Historian and The Thirteenth Tale, and I agree -- it has a touch of both, but is less "literary" in tone and has a different sort of supernatual content. Howe has a very interesting take on the Salem witches in particular and on perceptions of witchcraft in general.
I wonder why Howe set the book in 1991 rather than closer to 2009, when it was published? Perhaps she wanted to call attention to the 300 years that have passed since the witch trials and executions in 1692. Perhaps she wanted an era before the internet and computers, so Connie would have to do her research the old-fashioned way, with paper artifacts in libraries. Or perhaps she wanted the story to take place before the publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, since the myth of the philosopher's stone plays an important part in the story. (The American title, Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone, doesn't have the implications of the original.)
As a historian myself, I loved going along with Connie as she cleaned out her grandmother Sophia's house and as she did her research. As a writer, I got very, very impatient with her, and wanted to yell, "Come on, already, can't you see where all this is going?"
Well, no, the character INSIDE the narrative isn't necessarily going to see where everything is going. But being several steps ahead of the character has come to be quite an occupational hazard for me, one reason a lot of my reading is non-fiction. In this book, in particular, I predicted every plot wrinkle well in advance.
Ah well. Howe didn't intend the book to be a mystery, just mysterious, and despite my unfortunate clairvoyance, I enjoyed it.(less)
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I've been reading the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency books out of order -- it depends on which volume falls into my hands when. Fortunately this doesn't matter. There are characters and bits of business that carry over, but tight plotting is not a feat...more
I've been reading the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency books out of order -- it depends on which volume falls into my hands when. Fortunately this doesn't matter. There are characters and bits of business that carry over, but tight plotting is not a feature of the series.
Most of the time I would mean that as a criticism, but not now. I feel about McCall Smith's plots the same way I feel about John Mortimer's Rumpole plots -- they are airy frameworks meant to support the charming characters and bits of business. You really don't want to peer too closely at them, because they might collapse.
In this installment, Precious takes the time to muse nostalgically about her late father and her own childhood, and about the bonds that tie us each to the other. Also, her assistant Mma Makutsi is given a new bed by her fiancee, only to have everything go horribly wrong. Someone is sending the agency nasty anonymous letters. A woman who was adopted as an infant comes to the agency looking for relatives. And Precious's husband thinks a new doctor may have a cure for their adopted daughter's paralysis.
I did expect the latter thread to go somewhere, but it just died away -- and is not picked up again in the next book, Tea Time for the Traditionally Built, which I've already read. The sender of the anonymous letters does turn up again, though.
Precious deals with everything life throws at her with wisdom, grace, and good humor, which makes her a delightful person to spend time with. She's an antidote to the angst of the real world.(less)
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