Though this is not a novel of 9/11, I can't help but wonder if it is (partly) Tartt's response to it. It certainly seems to be informed by the event, as it details and describes a character (actually two characters, though the other is in the 'middle-ground' of the story) who has survived a catastrophic event in NYC and suffers from PTSD, how his life is irrevocably altered by one event, spiraling out of control and into choices that are unconscious and perhaps fated. The prevalence of drugs in the world -- and the results of their easy access -- is also a relevant, contemporary topic.
When the story would become almost unbearably bleak, the subtle allusions to Dickens' works was exciting (at least, to me, a Dickens fan), causing me to smile, especially the last one when Theo wakes up in his hotel room and realizes ... well, I won't give it anyway. While grasping these literary references isn't essential, they are more than just for fun: they fit an overarching theme about the relationship of art, any kind of art, to the individual, a theme beautifully described in the last few pages, pages that brought tears to my eyes, even more so when I reread them this morning. Theo has The Goldfinch in the same way I believe Donna Tartt has Dickens....more
I found this at a library sale for $1 when I hadn't had the greatest of days. I opened it up twice, at random, and landed on the two quotes I shared oI found this at a library sale for $1 when I hadn't had the greatest of days. I opened it up twice, at random, and landed on the two quotes I shared on my status updates, clinching the purchase.
If you've read "A Series of Unfortunate Events," some of this might seem superfluous, but if you don't know Lemony Snicket, some of those same quotes are going to seem completely off-the-wall. And, yet, there are some quotes (including one about aphorisms at the end) that I think would've made me chuckle even without the prior reading of the Series....more
I had the great pleasure of meeting McConduit at the Louisiana Book Festival yesterday. I enjoyed our talk and I enjoyed this book. I'm especially impI had the great pleasure of meeting McConduit at the Louisiana Book Festival yesterday. I enjoyed our talk and I enjoyed this book. I'm especially impressed with the rhyming text and the musical notes he wrote for anyone who can read music and wants to set the text to song -- what a great idea! The illustration of the little boy is adorable. The book fits in perfectly with the other children's books by Louisiana authors I've collected....more
I had the great pleasure of meeting McConduit at the Louisiana Book Festival yesterday. I enjoyed our talk and I enjoyed this book. I chuckled when BuI had the great pleasure of meeting McConduit at the Louisiana Book Festival yesterday. I enjoyed our talk and I enjoyed this book. I chuckled when Buddy screams that the cheer Saints fans are known for doesn't make any sense. The book fits in perfectly with the other children's books by Louisiana authors I've collected....more
I read the first edition of this reference book from cover to cover. Not sure when I will do that with this updated edition, but as soon as I got theI read the first edition of this reference book from cover to cover. Not sure when I will do that with this updated edition, but as soon as I got the book home, I read the Lafcadio Hearn entries since I'm rereading Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things, and learned new things about him that surprised me, not to mention the title of a Hearn biography I want to read one day.
I'm sure there will be more in this space at a later time.
Susan is not only a pleasant, openhearted person, but one of the best advocates this city has....more
William Maxwell's works contain the elements in fiction that I love: interiority; lovely, empathetic prose; and quotable passages that4 and 1/2 stars
William Maxwell's works contain the elements in fiction that I love: interiority; lovely, empathetic prose; and quotable passages that illuminate the universal. He understands human nature, from 4-year-old Abbey to the elderly, forgetful Mr. Ellis; from the quietly ambitious spinster sisters to the people-pleasing, slightly insecure, main character. Maxwell seems to understand us all, from the petty resentments we feel when our good deeds are misunderstood to those tenuous, fleeting moments when we feel truly connected to another.
Not until near the end does anything much seem to happen (which was fine with me, I loved the beginning and middle too), but that's deceptive, and perhaps a typical misunderstanding of life in a small town, because within its people resides a wide range of emotions that lead to quiet, though not necessarily benign, actions, and sometimes non-actions.
In the last few pages a loose end was too tightly tied up for my taste, while I thought a stray ribbon on that same bow might've been lengthened, but that's a quibble, as I'm still in love.
I think I've read enough of Maxwell now to add him to my short list of favorite writers, which means I want to read him all. I'm on my way ......more
I didn't do it on purpose but having read Julian Barnes' Levels of Life right before this, it was as if I had a primer on grief as background for thisI didn't do it on purpose but having read Julian Barnes' Levels of Life right before this, it was as if I had a primer on grief as background for this novel. "Enon" also reinforced the idea I had from the Barnes book about the use of metaphors as perhaps the only way to describe feelings and emotions.
Harding's descriptions of what his first-person narrator sees go beyond the norm. His character sees into the very core of things, and there are quite a few objects that are symbolic of this. When he sees into the past of his town, I was reminded of Erpenbeck's Visitation.
As expected of the writer of Tinkers, the writing is extraordinary. Though the prose is more straightforward here than with his first novel, there are still long lovely lyrical sentences, especially past page 80 or so. His imagined scenarios are breathtaking. Some of the surreal passages reminded me, believe it or not, of Neil Gaiman; and I imagined Mr. Gaiman's reading this novel thinking, ah, yes, and understanding completely.
Barnes is a Master of Metaphor. Every single element he introduces in the first section is used, nothing is wasted. I'm left marveling at the connectiBarnes is a Master of Metaphor. Every single element he introduces in the first section is used, nothing is wasted. I'm left marveling at the connections his mind makes. Even the story he weaves of the nonfictional Burnaby being confused by metaphor becomes a metaphor. And what else is metaphor but the connection of two things with no previous connection, a theme Barnes uses to start off each of the three sections. And how else can emotions be described, except by the use of metaphors.
Though this can be read in one sitting (it's basically an extended essay), it's powerful. Despite Barnes' atheism, in the later sections I was reminded of C.S. Lewis's A Grief Observed. Perhaps that's a facile comparison, but it seems a true one to me, especially in the unflinching honesty of both....more
This novel is both extraordinary and ordinary: extraordinary in its prose, and its insights into the mind and behavior of two ordinary4 and 1/2 stars
This novel is both extraordinary and ordinary: extraordinary in its prose, and its insights into the mind and behavior of two ordinary boys, their families, other friends and even teachers and university administrators. It has a lot to say about the impact of the early death of a mother and of a distant father on a boy, even during a time when that distance must've been viewed as ordinary.
The outline of the plot is ordinary, the intense friendship between two opposites inevitably tested when they are at college together; but the writing, especially those passages when the narratorial voice steps out of his storytelling at the perfect times to explore the wide spaces that come between even the closest of human beings, and what we must do to traverse those spaces, so we can expand beyond ourselves, so we can live, is extraordinary....more
This volume is getting 5 stars from me, because it is just about the only place to read Maxwell's first novel, Bright Center of Heaven. I was furtherThis volume is getting 5 stars from me, because it is just about the only place to read Maxwell's first novel, Bright Center of Heaven. I was further gratified to have the volume in hand, because I'm so in love I wanted to keep reading Maxwell after finishing his first novel, and so I did, immediately turning the pages to his short stories. (I'd read They Came Like Swallows prior to buying this.) Once done with the first set of stories, I immediately moved on to The Folded Leaf, continuing a love affair I didn't want to end.
I've reviewed the novels included in this volume separately, but I should mention that the 'extras' included here are just as worthwhile: not only the short stories, but also Maxwell's introduction to one novel, his preface to another, and the text of a speech about being a writer. The chronology and the notes by Christopher Carduff are very much appreciated as well, shedding interesting light on various episodes.
All in all, it's a beautiful volume (with a ribbon and slipcase, too), a Library of America subscriber edition that I found used. Of course its companion, Later Novels and Stories, is on its way to me....more
I've read that this first novel of Maxwell's was written before he found his 'voice,' which he did in his second; and that is true, tho3 and 1/2 stars
I've read that this first novel of Maxwell's was written before he found his 'voice,' which he did in his second; and that is true, though his gentle humor and kindness still come through in his depiction of his characters, as he renders them all fully. As with They Came Like Swallows, the mother at the center of the novel reminds me of Woolf's Mrs. Ramsay, though at the beginning I was reminded more of her Clarissa Dalloway. The artist Cynthia, who is struggling with trying to depict more than just form, is perhaps like Lily in To the Lighthouse, and her philosophical musings certainly reflect Maxwell's view of what he is trying to get at with his writing.
I also read that Maxwell tried to suppress this novel, as he found it "hopelessly imitative" and "stuck fast in its period" (see The New Yorker), though I don't think that was necessary. The older Maxwell was being very hard on his younger self. The novel is well-written, with a few overwrought passages, but I found those forgivable in the case of the infatuated teenage son and a young, unmarried actress who's pregnant but has told no one yet, not even the unemployed teacher she loves and who loves her to literal distraction.
I don't usually do a synopsis (no spoilers) in a review, as those can generally be easily found elsewhere, but that's not the case with this novel. It details one day in late summer in the life of a widow with two teenage sons who takes in boarders at the family farm. The lodgers are all creative people of one type or another. The conflict, which takes a while to arrive and is dealt with too quickly, arises from the widow's inviting a lecturer to stay with them. He is black; her elderly spinster sister-in-law, who lives in the family home, is from the South and racist. This was written in 1933 when Maxwell was 25 years old....more
I intended to read Anatomy of a Love Affair (My Life in the Movies) slowly, as I usually do with poetry, even though much of it uses the long line andI intended to read Anatomy of a Love Affair (My Life in the Movies) slowly, as I usually do with poetry, even though much of it uses the long line and sometimes reads as prose; but when I arrived at "The Trouble with Frank Sinatra" early on in the sequence, I experienced a frisson of recognition and kept reading to the end, late into the night. I then went back and reread passages. It's fair to say I experienced a coup de foudre, a phrase I learned from the second poem and one that is much more expressive than its English translation.
The device of laying scenes from life next to movie scenes couldn't have been done better. It works just as well with movies I haven't seen (e.g. "Meet Joe Black") as it does with those I have, such as "Manhattan," which I saw a long time ago: the poem brought the look and feel of the movie's ending back to me so fully, it was amazing.
The sequence is suffused with the color blue, and that color is also used to great effect in a few of the poems in the latter two sections. Francès excels at creating truth out of the personal, as seen in the brave "Loved." A transition from the personal occurs with the stark "Sierra Leone" and the extraordinary "Joseph Brodsky by Richard Avedon," one of several ekphrastic poems. I loved the last line of the last poem, memory being a favorite theme of mine.
When I started this, I was reminded of Late Wife by Claudia Emerson because of the way it also speaks to me. This will sit next to it on my bookshelf, both of them waiting for those times when I want to know I'm not alone in my inner life, one of the reasons we keep the books we do....more
If I gave Oryx and Crake 4 stars and The Year of the Flood 3, then I must give this one 3 and 1/2. The atmosphere from the first is here, but since it's not new (and I realize it can't be), I didn't find any surprises in this one as I did with the first. On the positive side, I didn't find it boring, as I did with parts of the second, and Atwood's humor is in full force, even more so than with the first two.
The issues I have stem mostly from the narration, I think. I liked Toby's interactions with the Crakers and the stories she tells them, especially for the overall thematic reason. But Zeb telling his backstory to Toby (the majority of the book), interspersed with their back-and-forth questioning of "remember when this happened?" etc didn't work for me. And while I liked the very end with Blackbeard, I think Atwood started in on his narration just a little too soon. The preparations for battle and the marching toward it were chilling from Toby's viewpoint, but I felt too removed from the battle itself when the narration was switched.
The novel is certainly powerful though. After putting it down at night, my brain entered into and expanded Atwood's story. I suppose it accepts the reality this fictional nightmare could become.
As to whether this is okay to read with only hazy memories of the first two, I'll just say I'm glad I had my copy of Oryx and Crake at hand: not that it was essential to reference it, but it made this reading richer because of the few times I did....more
Though not the masterpiece So Long, See You Tomorrow is, this much earlier work of Maxwell's contains many of the elements that seem to haunt much ofThough not the masterpiece So Long, See You Tomorrow is, this much earlier work of Maxwell's contains many of the elements that seem to haunt much of his writing: the effect of the 1918 flu epidemic on his family and their small Illinois community, and his relationships with his older brother and their father.
The narrators are the three males of the family, but the mother is the center of their lives, and of this slim novel, too. The story is passed down, like a reversed legacy, from 8-year-old Bunny to 13-year-old Robert to their father, and the reader remembers the interior life of each preceding character while reading of the next. Clocks tick to keep us aware of time's passing, and it is this, along with the time period the novel is set in, as well as Bunny's existence being tied up so fully with his mother's that reminded me of To the Lighthouse. (The father's name here is James and perhaps that was Maxwell's tribute to the Woolf novel; I know she is a writer Maxwell revered.)
Maxwell inhabits the mind of each of these three characters effectively, especially the brothers with their petty resentments and their occasional striving to get along though never in concert, but his greatest strength is the words he uses, seemingly simple, to elucidate the state we experience, whether it's due to vivid dreaming or extreme illness, when the real meets the irreal, when it's almost impossible to tell one from the other as we go "down under" and come "up out of," as the boys' grandmother says of Jesus' baptism....more
My two poems "On a Swing" and "Pose" are included in this collection. (Note to the editor: The placement of the photograph opposite the second of my pMy two poems "On a Swing" and "Pose" are included in this collection. (Note to the editor: The placement of the photograph opposite the second of my poems works very well; thank you for that.)...more
Didn't finish, but read enough to know these stories are not for me. Though the stories are (too?) clever, and though I did chuckle in a couple of plaDidn't finish, but read enough to know these stories are not for me. Though the stories are (too?) clever, and though I did chuckle in a couple of places, I found them boring for the most part....more
Either the style of this novel is different from his stories I read (some of which I do remember though it's been awhile), or his style is not conducive to a novel, because I'm not interested in reading beyond the ninety-something pages I did read, though I thought the material held promise.
Take this review with a grain of salt, though, for what I found boring, you might find comic....more