Friday, March 15, 2024

Beowulf, translated by Maria Dahvana Headley

I never intended to read yet another epic poem immediately after finishing The Iliad.  But I subscribe to the Poetry Unbound podcast and in February one of the episodes featured a few verses from the Maria Dahvana Headley translation of Beowulf.  I had read excerpts of Beowulf way back when I was in school.  I also read the Seamus Heaney translation of Beowulf.  I didn't think I needed anymore Beowulf in my life.  But this transaction intrigued me. 

This one begins:

Bro! Tell me we still know how to speak of Kings!
  In the old
  days,
everyone knew what men were:  brave, bold, glory-
  bound. Only
stories now, but I'll sound the Spear-Danes' song
  hoarded for
  hungry times.

As Headley explains in her forward:  early English verse is distinguished by both alliteration and stress patterns over a caesura (a pause, a gap between the two halves of a line).  Rhyming isn't as important. 

Headley's alliteration is wonderful and modern. 

They stacked shields, wood-weathered, against the walls, then sat down on benches, their metal making music. Their spears, they stood like sleeping soldiers, tall but tilting, gray ash, a death-grove.

Beowulf boasts:  I put that monster down, I made it a sleeper as it leapt, severed its spine, spiked its skull, and split it into smithereens. 

And later he says:  At down, I surfaced in a slurry of scales, floating flotsam where formerly there'd been fangs. 

This was almost as if Lin Manuel Miranda decided to do Beowulf, ignoring internal rhymes and just focusing on alliteration.  I loved it. 

This translation came out in 2020 and somehow I missed it despite it being picked as a Book of the Year by NPR (go figure, there was just a worldwide pandemic to distract me).  But I'm glad I eventually heard of it and read it. 

Saturday, March 2, 2024

My February Reading

In January I decided that the coldest part of winter was a good time to do some slow reading in addition to my regular reading.  And so February saw me finish two books that I started in January: the first was a very long biography of Ulysses S. Grant; the second was Emily Wilson's translation of the Iliad. I assumed that the other books I would chose to read would be shorter but it turned out that in January and February quite a few of the other books I read ended up being longer than I expected.  By the end of February I needed a break and finished the month with a few shorter murder mysteries.  

These are the books I finished in February.

Full Dark House by Christopher Fowler

Octogenarian detectives Arthur Bryant and John May have worked in the London Police Department's Peculiar Crimes Unit since they were both in their 20's. On a night that Bryant is working late at the office, a bomb explodes destroying the office. John May is determined to discover who killed his partner. At the time of the explosion Bryant seemed to have reopened the very first case the two ever worked on together, a case that began when a dancer was found dead without her feet. It was the beginning of a string of murders at London's Palace Theatre all taking place during the Blitz and its related blackout. John May is forced to remember that original case for clues in this case. This is apparently the first in a series about the two detectives. I'm not sure I will go on with it, at least not yet. Fowler does a great job of giving a sense of place - his descriptions of the Blitz, the blackout and the theater made me feel like I was there, I could picture it. (The Palace is where Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is currently playing and I've walked past it many times on my trips to London.) I appreciated the references to 84 Charing Cross Road (the place, not the book) and the blue police boxes (the real ones, not the TARDIS). But the story was very convoluted and I felt it could have used some cutting because he did tend to go on and on. (On a side note, this is the second mystery set during the London blackouts that I've read in two months.  This was not intentional.)

The Square of Sevens by Laura Shepherd-Robinson

England in the 1700's.   A story of orphans, murder, an inheritance, family litigation and fortune telling.  The character at the center of the plot is Red, a girl with a mysterious background raised as a lady by a kindly old gentleman  and given the name Rachel. But who is she really?  Who was her mother?  And why was she told by her father that there were people out there who would want to kill her?  Some of the chapters are told from the point of view of a man called Lazarus Darke (a Dickensian name!).  Will he find Red and harm her?  Is he a good man or a bad man? Is everyone an unreliable narrator (of course, all narrators are unreliable to a certain extent). When I put this on my TBR list I noted that some people said it was Dickensian.  I suppose so in the sense that it is long, has a Jarndyce v. Jarndyce type legal suit that has been ongoing for years, and does deal with the differences between the "haves" and the "have nots".  But although Dickens could create long, complicated plots with many twists, I always felt he played fair with the reader.  When I put this novel down I had a vague feeling that the author hadn't played fair with me.  But I can't put my finger on why except that the ending was unexpected. I even went back and re-read a couple of the scenes - and I saw what she did.  It was clever.  But I still felt she hadn't played fair in the end.  This novel is very plot driven and since I devoured it over a weekend I suppose it could be called a page turner (but only for people who like complicated plots).  The author does create a real sense of time and place.  The characters are mostly well drawn but hard to warm to. As Red said at one point " If you'd wanted a saint, then you should have read a different book."  It is well written, cleverly written.  But I am somewhat ambivalent about it due to how she wound up the story.  (And again on a side note, this is the second book in two months that I've read that had an experiment with static electricity shocking a person trying to kiss another person as a minor plot point. Again, this was unintentional on my part.)

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Full disclosure - I tried to read this (very short) novel more than 5 years ago and never finished it.  I think it just wasn't the right time for me.  The dialect defeated me.  When I read, I don't see specific pictures in my head but I usually hear specific voices.  In this case, however, there was so much dialect that I couldn't hear the characters properly in my head. But I always intended to eventually finish it.  That day finally came when I heard that the audiobook was the way to go because it was read by the great Ruby Dee.  And, oh my.  It really made all the difference.  I don't usually go the audiobook route but in this case I wholeheartedly tell you to listen to this audiobook if you are at all interested in this novel.  That being said, I am somewhat ambivalent about the novel itself.  Hurston paints a vivid picture of the life of her character in the various locations she lived.  But a great deal of this novel would not pass the Bechdel test (two women with names who talk about something other than a man). The relationship of Janie (the main character) to the men in her life is the entirety of the book and truthfully I got tired of it (especially when the last one, who was the best of the bunch, beat her and she "understood"). On the other hand, the last twenty percent of this novel was not at all what I expected and is very, very powerful.  Janie does have a character arc and does come into her own, in a very sad way.  I am glad I read it but it took me a long time to get to the point of being glad I was reading it. 

Cahokia Jazz by Francis Spufford

Francis Spufford creates an alternate reality in which Native Americans did not lose all power and the ancient city of Cahokia did not disappear. But a brutal murder in the 1920's could be used as an excuse by the white community to destroy that power.  On the whole I liked this novel even though alternate history novels and hard boiled detective novels aren't usually what I like.  His world building is exceptional although it sometimes interferes with the pacing of the murder mystery.  But, on the whole, recommended.  I set out my more extensive complete thoughts on this novel in a separate blog post here

Grant by Ron Chernow

This 1074 page behemoth had been sitting on my shelf since I purchased it shortly after it was published.  Finally, this January I picked it up to read it.  I paced myself, allowing myself one chapter a day.  It was the perfect way to read it and it was a perfect slow read through the winter months of January and February. I actually knew a fair amount about Grant before reading this book.  I live in St. Louis where Grant spent his early adult years and my childhood summers always involved a trip to "Grant's Farm" (the Busch estate that encompassed the log cabin Grant lived in).  My uncle also lived on land that formerly belonged to Whitehaven, the Dent property where Grant met his wife Julia Dent. Still, it was interesting to read about Grant's early years in and out of St. Louis.  I also know a bit about the Civil War so most of the chapters dealing with the war did not surprise me - except how staunchly Grant insisted on allowing "contraband" former slaves to fight for the North.  It was the sections after the war that were the most enlightening to me.  I realize I know next to nothing about Reconstruction; I should remedy that.  I was surprised to learn that Grant was a champion of public education.  He was prescient:  "in the near future the dividing line will not be the Mason & Dixons but between patriotism, & intelligence on one side & superstition, ambition & ignorance on the other." Chernow clearly liked his subject and I suspect always attempted to put him in the best light possible. But it is also very detailed.  This is a very readable biography despite its length. 

A Royal Affair by Alison Montclair

After so many long and/or heavy books I felt the need to kick back with a reliable mystery.  This is the second in the Sparks and Bainbridge mystery series. Set in London after WWII, Iris Sparks (former intelligence operative) and Gwendolyn Bainbridge (widow and former debutante) run The Right Sort of Marriage Bureau to assist persons looking for spouses.  Along the way they get caught up in murder mysteries. This mystery involved the Princess Elizabeth, Prince Philip and Philip's mother Princess Alice in the lead up to the royal engagement.  It was delightful and completely unbelievable.  But just what I needed.  And it probably helped that I had watched the episode of The Crown that involved Princess Alice. 

The Z Murders by J. Jefferson Farjeon

A British Library Crime Classic I chose from the ones unread on my shelves, this is a serial killer thriller published in 1932.  The main character, Richard Temperley, arrives in London Euston Station on a very early morning train and on the advice of a porter heads to a nearby hotel where he can bathe and wait until businesses and shops open.  Also at the hotel is an elderly man who was also on the train with Temperley.  The elderly man is shot dead while sleeping in an armchair and at the scene of the crime is  a token with the letter "Z" on it.   Also at the hotel Temperley encounters a beautiful but mysterious young woman who he is sure had nothing to do with the murder although she rushes from the scene of the crime.  He pursues her while the police pursue him.  The police know these two are not the murderers because other murders begin to happen in other parts of the country, all involving the letter "Z". The introduction tells us that Dorothy L. Sayers was a fan of Farjeon's writing ( he apparently wrote loads of books).  I didn't really see the appeal of this one.  Temperley is a very annoying main character, the police are surprisingly lenient with him and the mysterious woman didn't seem worth the trouble to me.  It was, I'll grant you, a page turner but the characters had all the depth of 1930's film noir characters.  

Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayers

One of my goals this year was to re-read some old favorites.  I used to re-read books all the time but then I got out of the habit.  This year I have been reading through the pile of British Library Crime Classics I was left by my mom, many of which were written in the 1930's.  I also discovered the As My Wimsey Takes Me podcast, in which the hosts are slowly reading and analyzing the Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries.  It seemed the right time to re-read Dorothy L. Sayers and I decided to start with Whose Body? which is the first of the Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries, published in 1923.  I truly did not remember much about it.  I did remember that I originally thought it was the weakest of the series, but then the first book of a series often is.  I found that it held up very well, especially compared to the BLCC books I've been reading.  It is easy to understand why the series has never gone out of print.  Lord Peter is one of my favorite characters in literature, although he starts out the series as a somewhat silly (at least on the outside) young man. I had forgotten that he had an episode of PTSD in this novel (he was a Major in WWI and his man Bunter was his Sergeant) which gave him more depth than I remembered.  I also forgot that she introduced detective Parker in the first novel.  I first began to read this series in 1991 and I remember that was the year I took my first trip to London.  I was so excited to be able to see Piccadilly and Green Park for the first time and thinking this is where Sayers set her mysteries. The whole series is a delight and I can't recommend it enough.  I don't know if I will re-read anymore this year but I may.  

The Iliad by Homer tr. by Emily Wilson

This is the third Iliad I have read and it is, in my opinion, the most readable.  I read it very slowly because I knew the story going in and I knew there was only so much blood and guts per day that I could take.  (What I didn't reckon with was combining the Iliad with the biography of Grant which is filled with the blood and guts of the Civil War.  I also at one point was reading Menewood which is filled with medieval blood and guts.  Some days it was a little overwhelming.)  Homer seems intent on giving every single man killed in the war his due by describing his death in detail.  In graphic detail. Then you realize that this story takes place only over a few days and these are only a small portion of the actual deaths that must have occurred over the ten year period of the Trojan War.  So I read 10 pages a day more or less until (finally) Patroclus got himself killed (spoiler, but this IS a very old story).  From that point I could read a chapter (book) at a time. Wilson translated the poem into iambic pentameter which is very readable in English.  Although I knew there was a lot of death in the Iliad, this translation really brought it home and yet ... the poem was still beautiful.  In her introduction Wilson says:   "You know the story.  You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry.  You will weep.  You will bargain.  You will make demands. You will beg.  You will pray. It will make no difference.  Nothing you will do will bring them back. You know this.  Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the first time."  As I said, this was the most readable version of the Iliad I've yet encountered.  I don't think I will need to ever read The Iliad again. 

Sunday, February 18, 2024

Cahokia Jazz by Francis Spufford

The ancient city of Cahokia was located in the present state of Illinois directly across the river from what is now the City of St. Louis. At one time it was the largest city in North America. In 1250 it had a larger population than London, consisting of Native Americans whom we now call the Mississippian Culture but who are known colloquially as "the Mound Builders" because they built hundreds of very tall mounds on both sides of the Mississippi River (and indeed throughout the Midwest). The city of Cahokia was believed to be a religious center and the hub of a large trading network that reached all the way to the American southwest. The Mississippian Culture pre-dates European contact and it is believed that the population had dispersed and the city was abandoned by the early 1400's. No one knows exactly why but theories abound, many to do with climate change and scarce resources. All that was left were the mounds. The Cahokia Mounds State Historic Site maintains the few remaining mounds, which have eroded over the years. I would urge you to visit its very good Interpretive Center but it has been closed for over a year for renovations. 

When the French explored the area in the late 1600's they did, of course, discover Native American peoples living in the area whom they called the Illini. Anthropologists believe that the Illini people were not descended from the Mississippian Culture. One of the Illini tribes called themselves the Cahokia (or at least that is how the French heard it). The Seminary of Foreign Missions in Quebec sent missionaries to the area and they established the Church of the Holy Family and the little village of Cahokia (competing with the Jesuit missions at Peoria, and later Kaskaskia). That town and the log church still exist across the river from St. Louis, south of the Cahokia Mounds State Historic Site. 

Cahokia Jazz, Francis Spufford's new novel, is, on one level, a hard boiled detective story set in the 1920's involving the investigation of a brutal murder on the roof of a municipal building. But on another, and more important level, it is the exploration of an alternate American timeline in which the ancient city of Cahokia was never abandoned. He also imagines a world in which the strain of smallpox that was brought across the Atlantic was a less virulant strain  that also conferred immunity. Thus the native populations of the Americas were not decimated by disease.  In his world the Jesuits have converted much of the native population, although they have done this by allowing the incorporation of native beliefs into the rituals of the church. And, although he doesn't explain exactly how, the native populations managed to escape the inexorable drive westward by the greedy Anglo population and were able to maintain their own "kingdom" in the Midwest.   By the 1920's, when this novel takes place, the City of Cahokia is in many ways a typical midwestern American city with good parts and bad parts and the Cahokia "kingdom" has been made a state in the Union.  

Spufford's Cahokia differs from the average American city in that the majority of its citizens are native American, here called the takouma.  There is a significant population of persons of African descent (called taklousa) and of course there are white citizens (called takata).  You would do well to force those definitions into your head right at the beginning of the novel so that you can keep the racial dynamics in focus. Spufford provides some handy maps at the beginning of the novel that sets out the boundaries of the Cahokia state and the street plan of the heart of the city (which includes one large mound at the center). 

In this alternate history of the United States, things are the same and yet some things happened slightly differently than in our real history, from Civil War battles to movies like The Birth of a Nation. Spufford peppers these changes through the story, like surprise caramels in a box of chocolates.  In general I didn't think it was too heavy handed. And much of the world is exactly as it really was.  Just as in the real 1920's, the Ku Klux Klan is on the rise. I found that the best way to read the story was just to accept the historical changes and not think too hard about them.  

As far as the murder mystery goes, I'm not at all an expert on classic detective fiction written by the likes of Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammett but the flyleaf describes this novel as a "noir detective story" so I assume that is what Spufford was attempting. In these types of stories the detective is usually battling some kind of shadowy figure while working within a corrupt system.  There is usually a femme fatale to lead the detective astray.  In the end, order of some kind is restored.  

In general Spufford succeeds although he probably won't be acclaimed as the next Hammett or Chandler.  His novel doesn't have "the voice" (you know ... a voice you can imagine as Humphrey Bogart in a voice-over).  The lead character, Detective Joe Barrow, a half takouma and half takousa man who is always described as very large, is the "muscle" side of the partnership with Detective Phineas Drummond.  Barrow, an orphan raised in a boys home who plays a mean jazz piano, forged a bond with Drummond during WWI. Drummond, a cop who pays no attention to the rules, has gotten Joe his job on the police force although neither of them is native to Cahokia, and so far Joe has been willing to go along with Drummond's unorthodox ways.  But now Drummond doesn't seem very interested in finding the perpetrator of the murder and Joe doesn't understand why. 

The detective story has prohibition bootleggers, corrupt cops, corrupt politicians, jazz musicians, the Ku Klux Klan, an "unofficial" king of the city and two characters who you suspect could possibly be the femme fatale of the story.  As a detective story, the pieces fit together and, while the broad strokes of the story are predictable (as these often are), the actual details are sometimes surprising.  But the true tension in the story is whether the takata whites  (of the City and/or the United States) will use the gruesome murder as an excuse to destroy the takouma culture and power.  

In his earlier novel, Golden Hill, Spufford explored the racial dynamics of old New York but interestingly left out any Native Americans.  Here, although he includes African Americans, the clash is mainly between the Native American takoumas who run the City and the minority population of white takatas.   It is an interesting thought experiment.  Spufford is not American so I find it interesting that two out of his three novels are set in historical America and that he explores themes that many American authors shy away from. 

I thought the murder plot was perfectly fine but was more impressed by his world-building both in terms of the physical location descriptions and the characters.  He is interested in the power of myth, in many forms.  For instance, although the takouma were long ago converted to Catholicism by the Jesuits, many of the white community of takata believe that they are descendants of renegade Aztecs who practice human sacrifice.  Spufford is also interested in how power is exerted. The most powerful man in the City holds no office but is the hereditary king of a territory that no longer has a king.  And then there is the mysterious Red Council.  As things build to the climax, the question is whether Cahokia can attempt to be a utopian community where people of all types can live together in peace or is it a powder keg about to explode?  Spufford waivers between a sense of hope and a sense that it will be an everlasting battle against white racism. 

It was interesting to compare his version of Cahokia with what I know of ancient Cahokia and what I know of the geography of the area.  In general I think he did a good job - although like most people who didn't grow up in the Mississippi River Valley he ignored the destructive nature of the Mississippi River.  There are no mentions of flood levees and he has warehouses and businesses apparently built right under the ramps to the bridge.  One of the reasons St. Louis grew on the WEST side of the river is that it sits on top of a bluff with a natural access down to the river.  The towns on the eastern side of the river were small and had to sit far back from the river because of flooding - which hampered commerce and, hence, growth.  Also, he gave his takouma a super power to be able to figure out how to build a bridge over the Mississippi before Chicago built the railroad bridge up in Iowa.  In this alternate history the majority of western train traffic goes through Cahokia instead of north through Chicago as it did in real life. (The river is narrower and shallower up north before the Missouri River joins it so bridge building is easier.)  But none of this is important to the story and, as I said, he did a good job with his world building. 

I'm not one who normally chooses to read alternate history books.  I'm not sure I would have even wanted to read this one except that I live across the Mississippi River from Cahokia and I very much liked his earlier book, Golden Hill.  I enjoyed this novel but I liked Golden Hill much better, probably because I'm not into alternate histories or hard boiled detective fiction but I love colonial history. 

On the whole, I recommend this novel but I don't think it is for everyone. The detective story may move a little too slow for some people due to his world building but on the whole he keeps things moving and there are some decent twists in his story. This novel would appeal to persons who want to see the thought provoking world he creates and the parallels to modern society and the continuing racial problems in America.  


Friday, February 2, 2024

My January Reading

It's the start of a new reading year.  January was cold, damp and blustery, the perfect kind of weather to curl up under a blanket and read books.  And that's what I did.  Here's what I read in January. 

  • Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin.  It's always nice to start off the new year with a book you like. This book was so hyped last year that I was sure I was going to think it did not live up to that hype.  But I found it just as good as everyone else said it was.  This is the story of Sam and Sadie, childhood friends, who grow up to develop games and form a successful company. Their relationship is full of ups and downs to say the least.  One thing that was SO refreshing about this novel was that it was not a story of romantic, sexual love.  As Sadie says, lovers are common, true collaborators are rare.  So many novels fall into the trope of romantic love even in work environments when, in real non-novel life, most people have lots of work relationships that aren't romantic or sexual.  In fact MOST, if not all, of our relationships aren't romantic or sexual.  But to find a true collaborator and meeting of the minds, isn't that what we all want in our work environments?  I know I always did. This a beautifully written book, the only part that I would have edited was the penultimate section which went into great detail about the storyline of a game.  I understood what the author was doing but I found it a little tedious but that may be because I'm not a gamer and had a hard time picturing what was being described.  This novel has a plot but it meanders, it is mostly a study of characters over time but it also evokes the time period so well.  I found both characters endearing and annoying, as I think I was supposed to. Highly recommended.  You can read my full thoughts here
  • A Scream in Soho by John G. Brandon.  This is another of the British Library Crime Classics I inherited from my mom, which I have had mixed luck with.  This one wasn't too bad.  Published in 1940, it takes place in London during the blackout.  The darkness gives criminals cover to operate and this book involves a scream heard, and blood found, one night in Soho.  But where is the body?  There are Italian gangsters, German spies, a mysterious Austrian countess and a transvestite.  It's a lot for Inspector McCarthy of New Scotland Yard to take in.  But solve the case he does.  This is a thriller, not a whodunnit and I'm more of a whodunnit fan.  But this did keep my interest and I generally liked it (although as always with books from previous times you have to ignore the casual racist, sexist and anti-semitic remarks that occasionally come out of the mouths of characters).  Not a book I'd recommend you seek out but if it is already on your shelves, as it was on mine, you may be entertained by it.  
  • A Line to Kill by Anthony Horowitz.  This is the third in the Hawthorne and Horowitz series in which Horowitz makes himself a character, following around the mysterious detective, Hawthorne. This time he takes a page from Agatha Christie and sets the mystery on a Channel Island where everyone is in one place and can't leave. The real joy of these books for me are not the mysteries, but the satirical look at the book publishing and book marketing business.  When his editor in horror says "you won't write about me, will you" (and of course it is in the book) it is amusing.  I'm really enjoying this series because I think the writing is superb and the mysteries are perfectly fine.  He can delineate a character in a few succinct but invariably funny words:  "She was the sort of woman who would always make tea no matter the crisis. Lose your leg in a hideous industrial accident and she'd be there with a nice cup of Earl Grey." Also, although this book is published by Harper Collins, in the novel his publisher is Penguin Random House so he can make fun of them without end and without annoying his real publisher. I probably need to pick up a different, stand alone, Anthony Horowitz novel and give it a whirl. 
  • Murder in Williamstown by Kerry Greenwood.  This is the latest in the Phryne Fisher mystery series. This time Phryne has a multitude of mysteries to solve including a dead body on a beach, evidence of cocaine use in the Botanical Gardens, a missing woman and financial skulduggery at a local charity. In some ways it was too much and I would have appreciated only one mystery. But I do enjoy the side characters and they were involved in the peripheral mysteries. This series has a great sense of time and place:  Melbourne Australia in the 1920s. I think that's why I enjoy it so much. That and the unabashed feminist tendencies of Phryne. 
  • Menewood by Nicola Griffith.  At over 900 pages, this sequel to the 2013 novel Hild is not a novel for the fainthearted. The cast of characters is huge and you definitely need the maps at the beginning of the novel to follow along with the story.  I read this during the sub-zero weather that we had and it was the perfect long novel to read while stuck indoors.  In the end I was ambivalent about it.  This is a novel that drops you into Northumbria in the seventh century, its sense of time and place is wonderful.  Griffith writes beautifully about the location.  She also creates a compelling character in Hild but I found the secondary characters underdeveloped. And I found the first 300 pages very difficult to plow through while the second two-thirds of the novel move along quite well. I'm not sorry I read it but I can only recommend it with reservations.  My full thoughts are here
  • Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt.  I remember hearing about "the Octopus book" last year and thinking "that's not for me."  But then my book group chose it for our February meeting.  I was pleasantly surprised.  This is a delightful book.  Sure, the plot is mostly predictable but there are a few surprises along the way and Van Pelt keeps the story moving. The real joy is in the characters. This is the story of three characters:  Tova, an elderly widow who also lost her only son when he was a teenager; Cameron, a thirty year old  whose mother abandoned him at age 9 and who has never been able to hold down a job; and Marcellus a Giant Pacific octopus. Each character has a specific voice and, yes, some parts of the story are told from the point of view of Marcellus who is counting down the days of his captivity until his inevitable demise.  Each of these characters are trapped by circumstances and are basically going in circles.  But by the end they have helped each other move on. The waiting list for this book at the library was so long that I ended up taking the audiobook. I intended to listen to 1/2 hour a day but by half way through it I ended up binging it as I cleaned and puttered around the house.  People who like great plots may not like this as much but recommended if you are looking for a feel good, light read with good characters.
  • The Lola Quartet by Emily St. John Mandel.  Gavin Sasaki always wanted to be a newspaperman ... or a private detective.  But the newspaper business is not what it once was and when he is fired from his job in New York he must reluctantly return to Florida where he is from.  There he decides to play private detective in his free time, tracking down his old girlfriend Anna.  This puts him back in touch with three high school friends who played with him in a jazz quartet back in the day.  All have issues, including Gavin.  Anna, especially, has issues.  And all of his former friends seem to know things about Anna that they aren't telling Gavin.  Mandel seems to be trying to make this a modern day noir story but it never really worked for me.  The characters never really made sense to me.  I get that kids in high school do dumb things, but at this point they are all adults. This story mostly left me cold, which is a shame since I loved Station Eleven and really liked The Glass Hotel. But if I were you I'd give this one a pass. 
  • The Passing Bells by Phillip Rock.  This novel from the 1970's was billed as Downton Abbey before Downton Abbey became a thing.   And it is, in some ways, very similar.   Much more emphasis is placed on WWI in this novel and that was part of the appeal to me.  I'm a sucker for a good WWI novel.  This novel encompassed the entire war, jumping from high point (or low point) to the next big event with the various characters always present in some way. We had the Western Front and Gallipoli.  We had newspaper coverage of the war and the woman's nursing services.  We had people living in the Big House with not enough servants and we had the chauffeur becoming a designer of new aeroplane engines.  We had death and PTSD.  There was something for everyone.  But in the end it didn't really engage me on an emotional level.  The characters all seemed to be "types", especially the women.  This is apparently the first book in a trilogy but I think I'll give the sequels a pass. 
  • The Second Sleep by Robert Harris.   It is "the Year of Our Risen Lord 1468"  and a young priest, Christopher Fairfax, is sent by his bishop to a remote village in Essex to conduct the funeral of the resident priest, Father Lacy.  But did Father Lacy die of natural causes or was he murdered?  Things are not what they seem in many ways in this novel. Let's just say that Harris did not set out to write, and did not write, an historical mystery. I won't say more because I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. The title refers to the habit of medieval people of sleeping for part of the night, then waking and doing constructive things, and then sleeping again for the rest of the night.   It is in fact a metaphor for what happens in the novel.  I truly enjoyed this novel and almost read it in one afternoon.  It began to bog down for me a little bit in the last 25% and I can see how some people might find the ending abrupt.  But the more I think about it, the more fitting I find the ending.   

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Menewood by Nicola Griffith

 

She was tired of  having to guide foolish men gently, from the side, instead of  ordering them. 

Menewood is Nicola Griffith's long awaited sequel to her 2013 historical novel Hild, which told the story of the early years of St. Hilda of Whitby. Menewood picks up where Hild left off. But where Hild covered the first 18 years of Hild's life, Menewood covers only the next three years. One has to believe that Griffith will write another sequel since St. Hilda lived to be 66 years old and is mostly known for the later years of her life.

As Griffith tells us in her Author's Note, Hild was a real person but the medieval sources that speak of her are few and all that we know of her early years was that she was "living most nobly in the secular habit." This leaves Griffith free to make up her story and fit that story into what is known historically about the period and the place.

The place is Northumbria. The period is 632 to 635 A.D. (I still stick with the old way of dating.)  Hild's great uncle, Edward Yffing, is the King of Northumbria but there are forces opposing him, specifically Penda of Mercia and Cadwallon of Gwynned. Historically this is a time of  almost constant war and Griffith does an excellent job portraying the ravages of war. 

Hild wants only to live quietly with her husband in the land called Elmet that was given to them by the King. They are expecting their first child. But the King wants her with him when battle comes, because he does not trust the Roman Catholic bishop Paulinus to bring his god to help (Paulinus, in fact, flees with the Queen back to Kent). And who can deny a King? 

Hild has a reputation as a seer but in reality she is just very smart and is able to make very good predictions based on the facts at hand and good strategic thinking. Edward wants her to predict his victory but she knows that is unlikely so she must hedge.  

Cadwallon is the villain of the piece and interestingly we don't meet him in person through much of the novel. But we see his handiwork and, like Hild, I found him vile. So it was easy to be caught up in Hild's quest to, first, make her people safe from him and, second, bring him down. 

If you are looking for a novel that gives you an excellent sense of time and place, you will find it here. When Griffith is writing about the flora and fauna of Northumbria, her writing is beautiful. There is also a story that, for two-thirds of the book, moves along (more on that later). And Hild is a compelling character. One thing that I really liked about this novel was the importance of all the women characters in fighting Cadwallon. Too often medieval women are portrayed as passive while the men are out fighting. These women are not passive (although they all need Hild to tell them what to do, of course.) 

I am, however, ambivalent about this novel (as I was with the earlier novel). This is a very long novel, over 900 pages on my e-reader. I found the first three hundred pages very hard going. I had a hard time keeping the characters straight and I had a hard time keeping the locations straight. This despite a series of maps at the beginning as well as a detailed cast of characters and a glossary at the end of the novel. Possibly if I had re-read the first novel immediately before reading this one, the cast of characters would have been clearer to me. 

Griffith admits that the background history of the first three hundred or so pages of the novel is fairly clear but that the historical facts about the second two-thirds are somewhat murky. And maybe it was because Griffith was hemmed in by the more exact history of the first 300 pages that these pages plodded along with names and places being important, but not character development. The secondary characters are, in general, underdeveloped throughout the novel but especially in the first 300 pages. That made it hard to care about them. Most of the time I was thinking: who is this?  why are they so happy to see this person?  why don't they like this person?  

However, the second two-thirds of the novel moved along expeditiously. Maybe this is because Griffith could mostly make up her own story, not being as hemmed in by history? So if you can make it through the first 300 pages, you will end up in a story that, if not a total page turner, kept me very interested in what was going to happen next.

As I said, Hild is a compelling character.  However, part of the issue with the secondary characters is that, in order for Hild to be seen as almost preturnaturally smarter than everyone, everyone else has to be a little bit dumb. That didn't bother me when it came to strategy. Some people are just better than everybody else at strategy.  But it did bother me when it came to predictions about the natural world. When Hild predicts that it will soon become very cold because the birds are all flying south fast, I wondered why no other soul noticed that. She was in a farming community. These are people who live by the land - they would pay attention to almost every part of nature. 

So, in short, I am ambivalent about this novel.  I think Griffith set out to create the Northumbria of the Seventh Century as clearly as possible and to put Hild at the center of that geopolitical world.  She achieved that. As far as setting us down in a specific time and place I think it is a tour de force. Hild is a compelling character.  But the underdevelopment of the many, many secondary characters was a problem for me.  And the first 300 pages, in my opinion, could have used a very blunt editor. 

However, I remember that I was ambivalent about Hild, the first novel, too. Checking my notes I see that I thought the secondary characters were underdeveloped and I wondered if I would bother to read the sequel.  All in all, I am glad that I decided to read it. It was a good long book to curl up with in the sub-zero temperatures. 

Friday, January 12, 2024

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

 My first book of 2024 turned out to be a success, which I take as a sign that it is going to be a good year. The title of this book is, of course, taken from a famous Shakespeare soliloquy spoken by Macbeth:

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.  Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more.  It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing. 

One of the problems I have with watching productions of Macbeth is that I get distracted by the multitude of book titles strewn throughout the dialogue. This is not Shakespeare's fault; he could not have known that his words would grace the covers of scads of books. And now we have one more. 

This is not a novel about Shakespeare and only a small and peripheral part of the story is about a production of Macbeth. It is a story about gamers and the people who create games.  What does this soliloquy have to do with games, you may ask?  Well, as one character asks, "What is a game?"

It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent because nothing is permanent, ever. 

Sam and Sadie meet as children and become friends through their love of games. Later they become game creators and start a successful game company. I am not a gamer. The only games I can remember playing were Pong and Tetris. But despite that, I loved this novel.  

This is not a plot driven novel - stories about lives seldom are because lives aren't particularly plot driven - but I did find it to be a bit of a page turner. This is the story of two complicated characters who have the kind of love/hate relationship that many famous collaborators have. Mike Love and Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys feuded for years. Darryl Hall recently got a restraining order against John Oates. Richard Rogers was famously frustrated by his first lyricist, Lorenz Hart. 

Through much of this novel, as the characters came together and then drifted apart only to come together again over a 30 year period, I was afraid that Zevin would give in to the temptation to make them lovers. After all, Harry told Sally that men and women could never really be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. But as Sadie tells Sam, lovers are common; true collaborators are rare. And don't most of us go through life working with people that we never even consider having romantic relationships with? 

These are not easy characters to love; each is stubborn and at different points in the novel convinced that they are right even though they are so clearly wrong.  Each has issues that arise in their lives that make it difficult for them to move forward when the other needs them to move forward. There are misunderstandings. There are very sad moments. They each have different visions for what they want to accomplish:  Sadie wants to create art; Sam wants to create entertainment .  Their arguments through the years are intense. Zevin captured the reality of life and collaborative relationships with these two.  This would be a great book club book for those book clubs that treat characters as real people and argue about whether they "like" or "agree" with them. 

Zevin also manages to work in many interesting life issues for the characters:  Sam is an Asian American who sometimes feels he doesn't belong; Sam is also physically disabled although he doesn't like to think of himself that way; Sadie deals with sexism in a male dominated industry; both of them deal with death and loss; there are discussions about cultural appropriation; same sex marriage and people's opposition to it come up; and it even deals with how good intentions can inadvertently lead to tragedy.  Zevin takes her time with these issues and gives us moral complexities as complicated as they are in real life. 

One thing I found interesting was that I very much related to Sadie and the issues she faced as a woman in a male dominated university and career while at the same time thinking she was wrong much of the time and disagreeing with her choices.  I like when authors create complicated characters like that.  Of the two, I found her less likeable than Sam but Sam had his issues too. 

As a former corporate lawyer I also thought she captured the challenges of partners starting a company very well.  

The only time my attention flagged was in the penultimate section of the novel, where she creates someone playing one of the immersive games.  Apparently these games work like stories where the player becomes a character in the story and can make certain choices, while other people that they don't know are other characters interacting with them.  Maybe because I don't game, I got a little bored with this section even though I figured out fairly early what Zevin was trying to accomplish by including this.  But this isn't a long portion of the novel and it is a minor quibble. 

There was so much hype about this novel that I wondered if I would like it as much as others seemed to.  I did.  I happy to be able to recommend this first novel of the year.  If you like character driven novels you should like it.  Even if you like plot driven novels, you should find it readable.  It does give a real sense of the time periods in which it is set and the locales.  And while I didn't find any sentences or paragraphs that made me stop and say "what great writing!" I did think it was well written.  

 

Monday, January 1, 2024

2023 Reading Wrap Up

2023 is now in the books (so to speak) and it's time for my yearly wrap up. This year I am doing things a little differently. One of my goals this year was to blog about books on a monthly basis and I pretty much managed to do that. Since most of the books I read already have a brief write-up on my blog I don't intend to list them all in one place. Feel free to scroll through back posts on my blog to read about all the books I read (or at least most of them). In this post I will do a roundup of my favorites along with some general thoughts. But I will try to link to the blog posts where I talk about the individual books so that you can click through if you need more information. 

STATISTICS GENERALLY

In 2023 I read a total of 73 books which is much fewer than I read in the last two years but is a  much more manageable number for me. I think part of the reason there were fewer books was because I read fewer series this year and also I tried to read longer books. 

I read 44 books from the library (almost all on the Libby app), 24 on my Nook app (although some were books I bought in previous years but didn't read until 2023) and 5 in physical book form. 

In terms of diversity, I read 51 books by female authors and 22 books by male authors (I counted Charles Todd as male even though it was a mother-son writing team). I didn't research the background of all the authors but, unfortunately, it looks like only 7 were written by people of color. I don't think I read any books in translation this year - I generally don't read much translated work. 

In terms of genre, I only read two non-fiction books and both were memoirs. Of the fictional works, it seems that 44 were mysteries (although some were hard to categorize). I also read about 35 works of historical fiction. I do count historical mysteries and any book set more than 20 years in the past in this category.  

HOW I JUDGE BOOKS

Before I get into the books, I thought it would be good to talk about how I judge books. Earlier this year I wrote about Nancy Pearl's "Four Doorways" into a book. She wrote:

It seems to me that all works of fiction and narrative nonfiction are broadly made up of four experiential elements: story, character, setting, and language. I call these “doorways,” because when we open a book, read the first few pages, and choose to go on, we enter the world of that book. And I’ve come to believe we can help readers better choose their next book by looking at the proportion of these four elements.

A book with story as its biggest doorway is one that readers describe as a page-turner, a book that they can’t put down because they desperately want to discover what happens next.

A book with character as its biggest doorway is a book in which readers feel so connected with the characters that when the book is over they feel they’ve lost someone dear to them.

Readers of novels in which setting is most prominent say things like “I felt like I was there,” or, as one man told me, “When I finished Willa Cather’s Death Comes for the Archbishop, I immediately made plans to go to New Mexico—I had to see for myself where it took place.”

A book in which language is the major doorway leads readers to utter sentences like “I read more slowly because I wanted to savor the language” or “I’m not even sure what the book is about, but I loved the way the author wrote.”

I fall into that last category. A book doesn't rise to "great" in my mind unless I fall in love with the way the author wrote it - her language, the way she structured the story. This means that a lot of really good books, that other people rate as "great", are just on my "it's ok" lists and not on my "great" lists. Keep this in mind if you are looking for books to read. You may not read the same way I do and you may need a different doorway to be the major doorway. As a general rule, if you are looking for page turners, I am not the person you should be looking to for recommendations. I do really like books with a strong sense of place and good characters, but writing is the top criteria for me. 

MY "BEST" BOOKS

These are books I enjoyed the most (in no particular order) and/or stayed with me the longest. It goes without saying that to make it onto this list, I had to really like the way the book was written. 

    The Fraud by Zadie Smith.  Although this is historical fiction, set in the 1800's, Smith makes it very relevant for our populist times. It involves a trial to determine if a man is the real heir to a fortune or is just a fraud. Many, many people believe him even though his story is farfetched. For the people who want the writing to be their doorway into the novel, this is a great one. There is an interesting but somewhat convoluted plot, and the two main characters are very well drawn, but mainly it is the writing that stands out for me. 

    The Burgess Boys by Elizabeth Strout.  This novel takes place in the same fictional universe as Strout's Lucy Barton books but can be read alone, as Lucy is not a character in this novel. Strout places character building above plot in her novels, although this one does have a messy, chaotic plot.  This is not a novel for those looking for a page turner, but for those who like slow character builds, this is a good one.  And the writing is outstanding. 

    Sag Harbor by Colson Whitehead.  Again, if you are looking for a page turner, this is not for you.  This is a novel about a place (Sag Harbor) at a specific time (the early 1980's) and the black community that summered there. The story meanders along just like summer vacation meanders along. But if you remember the 80's you will enjoy this novel even if you are not black and never set foot in Sag Harbor. 

    Rose Nicolson by Andrew Grieg.  The main character, William Fowler, is a young man from Edinburgh in the late 1500's who leaves home to attend St. Andrews University where he makes friends and has adventures. This one does have a good plot in addition to well drawn characters and good sense of place. If you like historical fiction set in this time period, you should like this novel. 

    The Bookseller of Inverness by S. G. MacLean. Iain MacGillivray survived the Battle of Culloden and is now keeping his head down as a bookseller in Inverness, but the locals keep pulling him into rebellion. The plot is sometimes a little farfetched (but it does move along). I liked it mostly for the characters and sense of place. Again, if you like historical fiction set during this period you should enjoy this. 

    Tom Lake by Ann Patchett.  This seems to be the novel of the year and I was afraid it was over-hyped but I did very much enjoy it. The main character, Lara, is telling her grown daughters the story of how she had a relationship long ago with someone who became a famous movie actor. She tells it at her own pace and there are a couple of (to me) unexpected twists in the story. There is a plot but this is not really a  plot-driven novel; I would say it is mostly character driven. I like it for the way she structured her story, with natural pauses and breaking points in the story that fill in what the characters are doing in the present time. Set on a cherry farm in Michigan, it also has a good sense of place. 

    The Hero of This Book by Elizabeth McCracken.  This is a very short little book about a woman on a trip to London where she remembers her recently deceased, larger than life, mother. She evokes a London I know and I really enjoyed her writing. 

I also have a couple of Honorable Mentions.  I enjoyed these books but in each case felt that they were too long and maybe could have used an editor who said so. 

    Act of Oblivion by Robert Harris.  This is the story of two men who signed the death warrant for King Charles I and were later hunted down by Charles II and his men. They escaped to North America. This is primarily a plot-driven novel but also has, in some places, a great sense of place. Harris really creates the world of New England in the 1600's - the sense of expansiveness but also the stifling nature of the communities. The story is, at times gripping, but sometimes the action slows down. This may be because it is a true story and that is the nature of life. 

    The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish.  A story told in two time periods.  In the modern period two academics work on translating household records and documents from a Jewish household in the London of the 1600's.  The other part is the story of the woman who lived in the 1600's. I really liked this novel but it is VERY long and parts of it are excerpts from correspondence regarding philosophy that I found tiresome. Trust me, if you skim over those parts you aren't losing any of the plot and I didn't think they added much to the characterizations. 

NEW (TO ME) MYSTERIES

As usual, I read a large number of mysteries this year, most of which were continuations of series I've been reading over the years. You can check out my 2022 end of the year summary for descriptions of those series. This year I did read a few new (to me) mysteries that I enjoyed:

    The Twyford Code by Janice Hallett.   This novel is structured as a series of transcripts of audio files found on an old iphone done by specialist transcription software (including the mistakes that the transcription software makes). Some people may not like that but I really did. Interestingly, I also read her other novel, The Appeal, this year which also is structured with documents and I didn't really like that one. 

    The Word is Murder and The Sentence is Death, both by Anthony Horowitz.  Horowitz makes himself a character in these mysteries which is very meta but I found it enjoyable. 

    The Benevolent Society of Ill Mannered Ladies by Alison Goodman.  A Jane Austen-like setting but the main characters are middle aged spinsters who solve crimes. My only complaint is that it reads like inter-connected short stories instead of one novel. 

    The Right Sort of Man by Allison Montclair.   Set immediately after WWII in London, two women set up an agency to introduce eligible women and men, but when one of their clients is murdered they must solve the crime in order to protect their business. This will be a series and I will read more. 

    Jane Harper's Aaron Faulk Series set in Australia.  This includes The Dry, Force of Nature and  Exiles,  Very plot driven with a great sense of place.

NONFICTION

As I said above, I only read two non-fiction books this year.  One of them was Chita, by Chita Rivera.  If you are a theater nerd, I recommend this. 


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