Andrea and I were in a fellowship together from 2013-2014 and I think we both saw ourselves in one another -- similar existential struggles about workAndrea and I were in a fellowship together from 2013-2014 and I think we both saw ourselves in one another -- similar existential struggles about work, love, burnout, balance, belonging -- so when she said she was going to be writing a book about her experience and her life, I was PUMPED, not only to read the final version, but to follow her process + journey. I've been so inspired by her updates all along the way and when I finally got my copy, I sat down and devoured it in an afternoon. I loved the rawness, immediacy, and vulnerability. Her story was so unique to her, but even at a different stage in life, I felt like I could resonate with so many bits. Her language is straightforward, honest, and ultimately, I think pretty universally accessible to anyone who's in transition between one thing and another. I think maybe the highest praise I can give is that the book made me want to WRITE and SHARE more myself -- I could see how this expression and the sharing was a catharsis for Andrea and I think that's a useful lesson....more
I don't know what quite to make of MFK Fisher and that's part of why I love her. I find her so foreign: her sophistication, her sense of belongingnessI don't know what quite to make of MFK Fisher and that's part of why I love her. I find her so foreign: her sophistication, her sense of belongingness and ease in the world, the way she knows exactly what she likes, her bluntness in describing people that sometimes makes you cringe and wonder how her critical eye might find you. She is an unabashed lover of the good things in life, and yet you get a sense that even though she has clear taste and she's not afraid to share it, if she's a snob, she's a likeable, jovial one.
I think I'm a much simpler person and much more muddled (or perhaps humble?) about what I like and what is good and maybe that's why I'm so drawn to her special kind of power. A beautiful portrait of her by a San Francisco artist hangs in my kitchen and I get the sense that even though we're so different, we would somehow get along. I really wonder how she would react to food in America today... I'm sure she would have some choice words.
So I read this book because MFK Fisher is a friend of sorts to me... I don't care much about France per se (she probably wouldn't like me to say that), but it tickles me to hear of her experience in France, which is as much about the stuff of dreams and nightmares and sexual encounters and art and womanhood and motherhood and youth and young love and fading wealth... as it is about food....more
This book is a feat of compassion: Val Brelinski takes us deep into a world of religion, jealousy, fear, rejection, and tragedy and brings us out on tThis book is a feat of compassion: Val Brelinski takes us deep into a world of religion, jealousy, fear, rejection, and tragedy and brings us out on the other side with a feeling of hope and a new understanding of family love. Relayed by a less masterful storyteller, the events in The Girl Who Slept With God might leave us shocked, but the author helps us to suspend judgment. Told from the perspective of younger sister, Jory, the book has an innocent quality. Despite (or perhaps thanks to) the frailties of each character, the novel leaves you with a sense of understanding and empathy for jealous Jory, zealos Grace, misfit / outlaw Grip, and cowardly father, even in their darkest moments. As we're swept along with curiosity about how the sisters' story will unfold, we feel anger, sorrow, frustration, sweetness, and understanding for each character in turn. Brelinski captures the place and the community in that moment in history and uses the broader scenery: the hot outskirts of an Idaho town, its devout evangelical community, the raucous local public high school, a community of hippies, as a rich field in which her characters gain color and depth. Overall, it is a gem of a novel: well-written, hard to put down, complex characters who you can relate to even though they're wildly different from you, and a deep sense of place that makes the story both particular and universal. ...more
I picked this up in part, because my mum grew up in Singapore and it has always been a place that is both familiar and foreign. I was curious about hoI picked this up in part, because my mum grew up in Singapore and it has always been a place that is both familiar and foreign. I was curious about how Yao Wei Wei would evoke the feeling of this vibrant city-nation which has the outward cool, clean gleam of modernity and East Asian restraint, which may bely messy human history and emotions just below the surface.
I wasn't disappointed. Her carefully chosen descriptions bring the emotions of her characters to life and weave them into the landscapes in a way that brings both the people and the place more fully to life. In "Beer in Fukuoka" Hwee-Min, recently returned to Singapore from studies abroad in the UK, catches a "whiff of autumnal air" in the middle of monsoon season. The image conjures up the very human feeling of longing and loss that we all feel when we leave a dear person or place behind.
On the other hand, at times, the characters felt as if they were invented only to explore these feelings, so that the overall effect left them ghost-like rather than as opaque, warm beings in their own right. I felt this particularly in the dialogue which could feel clunky, as if it were a mouthpiece for the author versus an organic part of the characters in the stories. While the stories evoke human vulnerability, particularly guilt and longing, for me, they felt more allegorical or mystical than messy and human, and so left me more cool than I wished....more
I've been on an Asian (and South Asian) writer kick lately. I found this paperback lying around at my parents house over the holidays and took it to rI've been on an Asian (and South Asian) writer kick lately. I found this paperback lying around at my parents house over the holidays and took it to read on the plane ride back from Boston. I liked the focus on Malaysia before-during-after the time of Japanese occupation because my mum is from Singapore and I've always been a bit fascinated by that period based on snippets of stories I've heard from her. I also have a memory of being in Singapore as a child and watching a TV documentary on the Japanese occupation. The one part I remember clearly is footage of soldiers entering homes and bayoneting babies. I have never gotten that image out of my brain. That kind of violence played a key role in this book, but wasn't gratuitous and didn't overpower the other themes. It was a book about family, culture, love, strong women, sorrow, regret, and the resilience of the human psyche, all situated within a particular historical moment. All in all, I enjoyed the book. My cup of tea. The writing was a bit overwrought at times, especially the use of metaphors, but it mostly didn't bother me and the lushness of the description evoked the lushness of the tropical setting and the thickness of emotion and social bonds. ...more
Second time around reading this book* and I very much enjoyed it. Loved, especially, that the late Oliver Sacks praised it as "moving, plausible, andSecond time around reading this book* and I very much enjoyed it. Loved, especially, that the late Oliver Sacks praised it as "moving, plausible, and very funny." I can't comment on the plausible part, since I have very little experience with autism, but I did find it moving, funny, and well-written... hard to put down. I always love a good look into someone else's psyche -- it's a good way to think about your own internal life and the secret lives of those around you. The protagonist-narrator's extreme forthrightness and unemotional efforts to make sense of other humans actions and emotions really made me think about all the ways that we filter what we really think and feel when maybe we shouldn't, and how even those of us who are *so-called* "normal" are still constantly baffled by questions about what makes others tick...
*It's a blessing and a curse that I don't remember 95% of all the books I've read. I know I've integrated their essence somehow in my spirit, but ask me the name of the main characters or the basic plot line and...memory crickets....more