Very charming production of very charming book. Brief, just under two hours, and as I haven't read the actual book, can't speak to what's been edited.Very charming production of very charming book. Brief, just under two hours, and as I haven't read the actual book, can't speak to what's been edited. But just what I needed while cleaning house -- fairly good actors (although there was a little too much exaggerated gruffness at some points), good production values, and Bertie Wooster and Jeeves just delightful....more
This lovely, slender novels imagines a friendship between poet Emily Dickinson and their Irish maid Ada Concannon.
I was immediately taken with this boThis lovely, slender novels imagines a friendship between poet Emily Dickinson and their Irish maid Ada Concannon.
I was immediately taken with this book, as both Ada and Emily are charming and captivating. The chapters alternate between their viewpoints, as the story of their friendship and the dramas around them unfold.
O'Connor's Emily grabbed me immediately, an intellectually curious woman happy to be in her home, moved by the wilds of nature and the passions of the heart. She hovers in the kitchen for sweets and bakes as a way to shower love on those around her; she composes in secret and doles out her poems carefully.
Ada is a willing audience, a teenager fresh from Ireland, bemused by Emily. The Dickinsons are a kind family to work for, and she thrives in their home, yet heartache still hits her. It is Emily who rallies to defend her and who helps her gain some measure of happiness despite tragedy. O'Connor puts away any imaginary idea of Emily Dickinson as a pallid, passive ghost hiding in the rafters; the complicated and curious woman emerges from her pages, immediate and intriguing.
It goes without saying that a novel featuring Emily Dickinson should read poetically; in this case, O'Connor manages lyrical prose that doesn't emulate Dickinson's yet still offers the passion and boldness the poet captured in her spare lines. My copy is heavily dog-eared from the various quotes that caught me up and gave me pause, like
I look at her words, one by one. Love. Thee. Breath. Smiles. Tears. It pleases me that each word is solitary, a loner. Side by side, their staccato nature blends with others, but in the end they stand alone. Each word is a fence post -- upright, demanding, shrill -- but each one holds the fence erect, and as such, is indispensable. (p119)
From now on I shall be candle-white. Dove-, bread-, swan-, shroud-, ice-, extraordinary-white. I shall be blanched, bleached and bloodless to look at; my very whiteness will be my mark. But inside, of course, I will roar and soar and flash with color. (p121)
The more I write or talk about this book, the greater my affection for it grows, and it is one of my top ten reads for 2015.
I think this would make a fabulous book club read -- zippy yet bursting with wonderful discussion topics -- as well as those who love historical fiction featuring well-known historical figures. And of course, fans of Irish fiction and Irish authors must get this one!
DNF'ing. In a year when I'm hoping to get 25 books read, I can't waste time on ones that bore me. I'm pretending I might pick this one up again but IDNF'ing. In a year when I'm hoping to get 25 books read, I can't waste time on ones that bore me. I'm pretending I might pick this one up again but I really ought to just call a spade a spade a move on.
My biggest problem is the narrative style is oddly choppy and reminds me a bit of Hilary Mantel. It doesn't land for me; I don't know if it works better in French but as it is translated, it just feels distant and disjointed. I don't feel anything for our child brides, the princesses being exchanged between Spain and France, and despite the promise made in the Foreward -- an exploration of the emotional abuse caused by flinging children into strange households -- the novel felt super clinical. ...more