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September 15, 2013

The Crime of Julian Wells, by Thomas H. Cook

How have I not come across award-winning mystery writer Thomas H. Cook before? True, this book is labeled a thriller, not a genre I usually read, but it unrolls at such a deliberate and elegant pace that it turns out to be exactly my cup of tea.



Philip Anders, a middle-aged literary critic, is shocked by the death of his best friend, the successful writer Julian Wells, at the home Julian shared with his sister in Montauk on Long Island. Though the two have known each other since childhood, P...

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Published on September 15, 2013 22:00

September 8, 2013

Human Chain, by Seamus Heaney [2]

I was saddened to learn of Heaney’s death this week at what seems to me now the young age of 74. In his honor I salvaged this 2010 collection of his poetry from the depths of my to-be-read pile.



What a treat it is! First the cover, a detail from an illuminated manuscript of The Divine Comedy, a row of sages in red and yellow robes, hands linked, against a deep indigo sky. The lower part, where the men stand, is somewhat damaged, the paint cracked. Their expressions vary from sad to stern to...

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Published on September 08, 2013 22:00

Human Chain, by Seamus Heaney

I was saddened to learn of Heaney’s death this week at what seems to me now the young age of 74. In his honor I salvaged this 2010 collection of his poetry from the depths of my to-be-read pile.



What a treat it is! First the cover, a detail from an illuminated manuscript of The Divine Comedy, a row of sages in red and yellow robes, hands linked, against a deep indigo sky. The lower part, where the men stand, is somewhat damaged, the paint cracked. Their expressions vary from sad to stern to...

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August 31, 2013

Travels in the Scriptorium, by Paul Auster [2]

Like most readers, I’m attracted to a book by its cover. I’ve been meaning to read some of Auster’s books, and fell in love with the cover to this one. It’s a photograph of a completely white room, vaguely industrial, with exposed pipes and heating ducts, furnished only with a cot placed under the single window and a desk and chair. So far, we’re talking about my fantasy through all the years of being a single mom working multiple jobs—perhaps every writer’s dream—of a place where no one woul...

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Published on August 31, 2013 22:00

Travels in the Scriptorium, by Paul Auster

Like most readers, I’m attracted to a book by its cover. I’ve been reading to mean some of Auster’s books, and fell in love with the cover to this one. It’s a photograph of a completely white room, vaguely industrial, with exposed pipes and heating ducts, furnished only with a cot placed under the single window and a desk and chair. So far, we’re talking about my fantasy through all the years of being a single mom working multiple jobs—perhaps every writer’s dream—of a place where no one woul...

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Published on August 31, 2013 22:00

August 25, 2013

Home, by Toni Morrison [1]

This 2012 novel is a departure for Toni Morrison. It’s much shorter than her other novels; the language is unusually spare; and the structure sets her an intriguing challenge. My book club all enjoyed it, and found much to discuss. Home is the story of Frank Money, back a year from Korea and still suffering from what today we would call PTSD: periods of rage or lethargy, lost time that he cannot recall. We first meet him waking up in a mental hospital in restraints after one of these episodes...

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Published on August 25, 2013 22:00

Home, by Toni Morrison

This 2012 novel is a departure for Toni Morrison. It’s much shorter than her other novels; the language is unusually spare; and the structure sets her an intriguing challenge. My book club all enjoyed it, and found much to discuss. Home is the story of Frank Money, back a year from Korea and still suffering from what today we would call PTSD: periods of rage or lethargy, lost time that he cannot recall. We first meet him waking up in a mental hospital in restraints after one of these episodes...

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Published on August 25, 2013 22:00

August 19, 2013

The 228 Legacy, by Jennifer Chow [1]

This debut novel follows three generations of women. While relationships lie at the core of this light, enjoyable read, some weightier issues of history and identity make it stand out.



The story opens with Lisa, born in the U.S. of Taiwanese parents. She is 32 and a single mother with a string of failed, dead-end jobs behind her. When she gets laid off from her latest job as a housekeeper in a senior home, she stops on her way out to grab a couple of folders from the empty receptionist’s des...

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Published on August 19, 2013 01:55

The 228 Legacy, by Jennifer Chow

This debut novel follows three generations of women. While relationships lie at the core of this light, enjoyable read, some weightier issues of history and identity make it stand out.



The story opens with Lisa, born in the U.S. of Taiwanese parents. She is 32 and a single mother with a string of failed, dead-end jobs behind her. When she gets laid off from her latest job as a housekeeper in a senior home, she stops on her way out to grab a couple of folders from the empty receptionist’s des...

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Published on August 19, 2013 01:55

August 11, 2013

Inside, by Alix Ohlin

The book begins with Grace, a calm and confident therapist in Montreal, who hasn’t seemed to have connected with anyone since her divorce. It continues with sections centered on one of her patients, Annie, 16 years old with braces and a cutting habit, and Grace’s ex-husband, Mitch, also a therapist who leaves the woman he’s been living with to work for a month in a remote Arctic village. They each pick up unlikely strays, passing the point of agreement barely registering that they’ve even mad...

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Published on August 11, 2013 22:00