Sunday, August 7, 2011

Projections for This Week

My reading and blogging goals for the week:

Finish blog post for Cleopatra. I'm having a hard time writing this review, for some reason. It's non-fiction, and it seems that I have to approach my review in a much different way than when I'm writing about fiction. I have another non-fiction post coming up as well, so I have to figure out how to deal with these.






I need to read my second book for the Art of the Novella challenge. My first read was a bit of a dud. I'm hoping the next is better. I'm aiming for the "Fascinated" level, so I'll have one more to go.

I want to finish Season of Migration to the North. It's part of the summer reading challenge over at arablit.

I still have five library books that I haven't even opened, plus I'm in the middle of a book I purchased at the Border's liquidation sale. Must get reading!

Generally, I want to write a few reviews to have ready to go when I get busy, or are in a bit of a blogging slump. Any tips, fellow bloggers?

Friday, August 5, 2011

The Russians are Not My Friends

The Devil
Leo Tolstoy

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? She’s the “devil”?
To be fair, I probably should have seen that coming.

I. Do. Not. Get. It. Why do people like Tolstoy?

It has been nearly three years since I read Anna Karenina, and hated it. The only other classic Russian novel I’d read was Crime and Punishment, which, guess what? I also hated it.

Okay, I will try to stop sputtering and actually talk about the novella. I gave this a try because I thought maybe my problem with Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky was that their books were so needlessly loooonnnnngggg. (Seriously - have you read Crime and Punishment? Have you read The Tell-Tale Heart? Poe does a much better job in like 1/300th of the pages.)

Apparently, the length is not what is bothering me. This slim little volume checked in at a mere 100 pages, and that was with an alternate ending thrown in.

So, Yevgeny Irtenev is the young master of a Russian estate. He takes over after his father’s death, and tries to rebuild, as dear old dad had run up a bunch of debts, and was in danger of losing everything.

Yevgeny is single, and likes to have a bit of fun with the ladies. Only “for his health” of course.  Now that’s he’s moved out to this estate, there’s no convenient place for him to find some action. He doesn’t approve of relations with a married woman, or with a “maid in his own village,” or a peasant woman. Finally, after two months, he just can’t take it anymore and turns to a trusted family friend to bring him a woman.

It goes downhill from there. There’s the awful woman with the loose morals contrasted with Yevgeny’s perfect, but featureless wife. There’s the hen-pecking mother-in-law.  There’s all this talk about “poor” Yevgeny, who still has the means to take a vacation on the Crimean peninsula for two months.  

The one thing I “liked” was that Tolstoy picked the ending that he did. The alternate was even more awful.

If anyone has a suggestion for a Russian novel that is different from these, and I actually might like, I’d be willing to try it. Of course, I may have to wait another three years to get over this one.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Knowing Your Family, and Yourself

From Penguin
The Harmony Silk Factory
Tash Aw

So you think you know someone? Think again. Aw’s novel, set in rural Malaya in the beginning of the 20th century, asks us to consider if we can ever know our parents. The book is divided into three main parts, narrated in turn by Jasper Lim, Snow Soong Lim, and Peter Wormwood.

Jasper introduces us to his father, the mysterious, seemingly invincible, and recently deceased Johnny Lim. Johnny started of life as a poor peasant, and eventually grew into the most influential businessman in the Kinta Valley.  Jasper paints his father as a corrupt, cold, and violent. On page five, Johnny punishes Jasper for a perceived lie.

I told Father about this woman and how she had smiled at me. His response was as I expected. He reached slowly for my ear and twisted it hard, squeezing the blood from it. He said, “Don’t tell stories,” and then slapped my face twice.    
To tell the truth, I had become used to this kind of punishment.

Jasper has an obsession with finding out the “truth” about his father. He spends countless hours poring over old newspaper accounts that mention his father. He reads local histories to understand what life was like for a peasant when Johnny grew up. He learns that his mother, Snow, who died during childbirth, was the most beautiful woman in the valley.  Jasper never met his maternal grandparents, but blames them for forcing Snow to marry Johnny, dooming her to a lifetime of misery. Overall, the impression I got is while Johnny may be a bastard, Jasper is a petulant child who needs to grow up. He sounds more like a spoiled twenty something than the fifty year old man that he is.


Snow, Johnny’s wife, paints a very different picture of the man, their courtship, and their marriage. She meets him one day when he gets caught in a rainstorm outside of her family’s house. She decides that she wants to marry him, although she doesn’t explain her immediate attraction. It seems that Johnny is also in love with her, but is cowed by her family. Very soon after their marriage she realized that their feelings aren’t enough for her.  Johnny is shy, nearly speechless in Snow’s presence. Her story focuses in on a few days where they are sent on a belated honeymoon by Snow’s parents. It isn’t exactly the romantic getaway that a pair of newlyweds would hope for. They are accompanied by three other men – an English businessman, a Japanese professor, and Johnny’s friend Peter. During the trip, Snow continually ruminates on how she will leave Johnny, while she isn’t taking romantic strolls with another member of the party (dun dun dunnnnnnn…).


It’s hard to really identify with Snow, because her musings are directed into her diary. She doesn’t need to give herself background information, but it would be helpful to the reader. We can’t really get to know her with so much information. Of course, that’s kinda a theme here.


Finally, we here from Peter Wormwood, identified as Johnny’s only friend. Peter is some hapless Englishman who may or may not be an actor, looking for adventure in the tropics. He befriends Johnny after meeting  him in a coffee shop in Singapore. His tale is told in flashbacks as he winds down his days in an old folks’ home.  He says:


                This place is the end. Twenty-two rooms occupied by twenty-two near-fossils, little more than a halfway house in the short journey to the cemetery down the road.

Before Peter makes that short journey, he is going to wrap up our tale. Through Peter's eyes, we get to see that Johnny really did care for Snow. He tells Peter that he just wants to get her away from her parents, and then everything will be better. Peter helps Johnny find the house that he’ll move into to start his family. This is the house in which Jasper grows up. Peter also describes a moment where he saw Johnny lovingly play with Jasper as a toddler. Most of all, though, we just realize that Peter is a jerk.  He has lived his adult life in southeast Asia, but he has nothing but contempt for the people and the landscape. Where once he relished visiting Johnny’s Kinta Valley, now he longs to bring an English garden to his group home. He has an inflated sense of his own capabilities. His grand Eden garden fantasy seems more like a pipe dream than a real possibility.


At the end though, there is a moment of clarity. He packs up a small box of his most precious possessions – his garden plans, part of an old photograph, and Snow’s diary – and heads off to Johnny Lim’s funeral. The box, of course, is for Jasper. We know, from Jasper’s section, that he throws this box carelessly in the backseat of his car, with the countless other items he received that day. I admit, I really had a bit of fun imagining his reaction when and if he opens it.


All three of the narrators state that “death erases all traces, all memories of lives that once existed, completely and forever.”  This flies in the face of what we normally think – that we can keep people alive and with us through remembering.   But when it is so difficult to know someone else, or even ourselves, then perhaps there is more truth to the statement than we’d like to believe.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Worth Taking a Visit


Visitation
Jenny Erpenbeck
Translated from the German by Susan Bernofsky
New Directions, 2010

In a slim, 150 page novel, Jenny Erpenbeck manages to cover a wide expanse of history, geography, and individual experience, all centered around a lakeside home outside of Berlin. It is set, primarily, in the 20th century, so war figures prominently, either lurking in the background or taking center stage.

Visitation follows the lives of twelve people who are connected to the house, the book’s main character. Each chapter is dedicated to one of the twelve people. We first meet the unnamed gardener, who silently carries out the task at hand, whatever it may be:

The gardener digs the holes to a depth of 80 centimeters and then fills them with composted earth so the fruit trees will flourish. He diverts a few pipes from the underground drainage system he had set up on the original property so the young fruit trees will receive additional water. (pg. 45)

It is to the gardener that we return, constantly, between each of the intervening chapters. His story becomes the timeline against which the novel is measured. At first, I found this annoying, but about halfway through I was loving seeing how the seasons and years passed on this plot of land.

The prologue introduces us to the woods and lake via a geological, glacial timeframe, which allows the reader to place the brutal events that follow into a less immediate perspective. Otherwise, the close attention to the intertwined lives chronicled may be overly oppressive.

“The Girl,” a ten page chapter in the middle of the book, is one of the darkest chapters of the book. In it, a terrified child hides in a cupboard as the ghetto is emptied, her building is cleared out, and Nazis now search her apartment.

 “The Red Army Officer” chapter was difficult to read for several reasons. In it, a Russian army (troop? battalion?) takes over the house. The acts described are truly horrific. The men desecrate the occupied houses with excrement, urine, and anything else they can. Erpenbeck manages to put their destruction in context, so as to avoid painting them as monsters:

Only recently, now that they have penetrated deeply into German territory, has the fury of the soldiers reached such a level that they are using the insides of their own bodies to wage way. The more German houses they set foot in, the more painfully they are faced with the question of why the Germans were unable to remain in a place where nothing at all, not the slightest little thing, was lacking.

[Trigger Warning for discussion of sexual violence].

However, what bothered me the most about this chapter was a scene that took place in the closet of the house. The Red Army officer hears a noise coming from the closet and goes to see what it is. Thus commences the most disturbing, violent sex/rape scene I’ve read in recent memory.

Except it doesn’t actually happen.

But that doesn’t make it less disturbing to read. In fact, in a way, perhaps it’s worse. Is rape being used as a metaphor, as a plot device? That is incredibly disturbing, as well. I’m really conflicted how I feel about this whole chapter. Rape is used as a tool of war, so it’s not that I think it couldn’t be used appropriately and effectively. This just felt wrong, somehow. I keep going back and forth about how I feel about this.

Ultimately, despite its shortcomings, I still thought the Visitation was a great read. It was incredibly well written. I like when a book makes me slow down and read it carefully, and when I’m still thinking about it well after I’ve turned the last page.

Visitation was shortlisted for a 2011 Best Translated Fiction Award.  

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Top Ten Tuesday Trends


Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. Each week they, and other bloggers/readers, make a top ten list from a given topic.

 This week's topic is...
Trends I’d Like to See More of:
1) Independent presses:
Companies like Melville House are doing cool stuff, like finding ways to support brick and mortar booksellers and getting excited about blogger projects like the Art of the Novella Challenge. (Even if that means readers are getting their novellas from alternate sources.)

2) Library Use:
In the face of the attack on Toronto Public Libraries, Margaret Atwood has been tweeting up a storm about the importance of libraries. I use my library a lot, and while it isn’t perfect (by any means), I truly appreciate its being available.

Photo Credit: mikeyfranz
3) Children in the Library:
                Yeah, I know this is similar to #2, but it deserves its own place on the list. I love seeing kids at the library, no matter what they’re doing. Even if they’re being loud, even if they never venture from their computer games, they are there. Hopefully they will understand that libraries can provide them with a place to learn, a place to be with friends, or even a place to get out of the brutal summer heat.

4) Feminist bloggers:
                Maybe this is cheating, as I count myself in this group. Before I started blogging (oh, what, less than a month ago?) I didn’t realize this awesome community of feminist bloggers even existed. I love it and want the community to grow ever bigger.

5) Young bloggers:
                As I’ve explored the book blogging world, I’ve been impressed to see that there are a number of young people – teenagers! – active in the blogging community. That is awesome! I love to see teenagers reading, and the fact that they are making their voices heard about what they want to be reading is even better.

6) Works in Translation:
                According to Three Percent, a website from the University of Rochester’s translation program, less than three percent of all books published each year in the US are works in translation (hence the site’s name).  There are some great people out there trying to change that, and to build recognition for translated works. I’ve got a review scheduled to post tomorrow on a great example of a translated book (Jenny Erpenbeck’s Visitation), so come back by and check it out.

7) Books from People of Color:
                In the last several years, I’ve noticed a ton of books by people of South Asian ancestry. There’s also the popularity of Chimamanda Adichie, from Nigeria, as well as many others. But we need more! Adichie gave a TED talk back in 2009 discussing the danger of a single story being used to define a group of people. We need many narratives to help us see without blinders. 

8) Graphic Novels
                I love graphic novels. They don’t take the place of “regular” books, but they are terrific in their own right.  And if they get people reading who would otherwise be put off by a 400 page picture-less tome, then great!

Fun Home, Alison Bechdel
9) Strong Female Leads
                I don’t know if this is so much a trend as it is a hope. There’s been a lot written about the need for strong, well developed female characters.  I enjoyed Tamora Pierce’s “Circle of Magic” series, which features a group of young magicians, three of whom are girls.
Daja's Book, Tamora Pierce

10) Books Turned into Movies
                Okay, I might not go watch them, but if they inspire people to read the book to get more from a favorite character or story, then what’s not to like? I do wish there were better books being made into movies, though (yes, I’m side-eyeing you, The Help.) 

Who Knew Chickens Liked Bedtime Stories, Too?

Interrupting Chicken

Written and Illustrated by David Ezra Stein

So yesterday I posted about how I want to read more in preparation for September’s Brooklyn Book Festival.  I started August by reading this adorable book by David Ezra Stein. 

Full disclosure: I've met Stein, who is the brother of one of my very good friends. This didn't cause me to read or think about the book differently, but I certainly did pick it up because of who the author/illustrator was. 

Okay, now, on to the book.

It is SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE! I do not have children. I have one 5 year old nephew, and one newborn nephew. Both live in other states. I want to scoop them up and read this to them. Well, to the five year old. It may be a *bit* advanced for the tiny baby.

The idea is that Papa Chicken is reading classic stories to Little Red Chicken so that she'll fall asleep. This is not the first time Little Red Chicken has heard these stories. In fact, she knows them by heart - but that doesn't mean she likes how they end.

Little Red Chicken wants to rescue Hansel and Gretel from the evil witch. She wants to tell Chicken Little the sky isn't actually falling.

I love how Stein injects Little Red Chicken into the classic tales. Here's an example, where she jumps into the pages. The story-in-a-story characters are shocked to see this colorful chicken invading their lives.


Unfortunately, her interrupting means that those stories ends rather quickly. Her Papa is flummoxed as to how to get her to fall asleep. Will she ever go to bed???

I confess - I yell at the television. "No, don't do that! What are you doing? That's no good!" Like somehow the characters can hear me and will respond. I identified with Little Red Chicken, and I suspect I may not be the only one.

Oh, and did I mention that this is a 2011 Caldecott Honor book? Congrats David!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Feeling Woefully Under-read

The past two years I've wanted to attend the Brooklyn Book Festival, but life got in the way. This September, it's going to happen. I recently checked the list of authors and participants. Know how many authors I've read?

Five.*

That seems to be an incredibly paltry number. In preparation for the September event, I will read, um, more. How many more? I'd like to at least double my number. I've got a month and a half, so that is definitely doable.

Some possibilities:

Half-Lit Houses, Tina Chang, who apparently is Brooklyn's poet laureate. I didn't know that such a post existed! Her New York Times profile makes her seem irresistible, and I love the title of her first collection.

A Tiger in the Kitchen, Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan. I like food. I (often) like memoirs. I'm not crazy about the cover (and yes, I often judge a book that way) but her blog is beautiful, so I'm willing to give it a try.

Vaclav & Lena, Haley Tanner. I like Brooklyn. I'm a bit trepidatious about this one, as the Times review says that it's overly dramatic in places. I usually like reserved writing. 

I think I'll print the list of authors and stick it in my wallet to have handy next time I'm wandering the library or bookstore.

Oooooh! After printing the list, I realized that my good friend's brother, David Ezra Stein, is on it! He's a children's book writer and illustrator. I wasn't paying too much attention to that section, as I don't typically read children's books. Maybe it's cheating, but I'm going to make sure to read one of his books (Interrupting Chicken, maybe?) to count towards my five to be read.


*For the record: Johnathan Safran Foer, Chuck Klosterman, Nicole Krauss, Joyce Carol Oates, Téa Obreht.