Tuesday, May 21, 2013

He's Gone by Deb Caletti - TLC Book Tours



He's Gone by Deb Caletti
Bantam Books, 2013

Source? the publisher via TLC Book Tours
**FTC Disclosure: I received a copy of He's Gone in exchange for a review.  However, the review below and the opinions therein are my own and offered without bias.

The Title? pretty direct..he is gone.

The Cover?  Seattle, rain, yes...the woman in the red dress?  no...only a minor character...

I was reminded of? Gone Girl but nowhere near as intense.  "Sleeping in Seattle" just because of the location...I could literally see the houseboat and the street across where Ian's car was parked.  Dark Tide, again because of the houseboat and one very specific detail that I can't tell you.

Why?  I let my mind and both the cover and title lead me astray on this one...it looked and sounded sinister...a thriller, a hidden life...but that's not what this story is about.

What Now?  I'd like to read something a little happier now.  He's Gone is actually pretty depressing...multiple lives are torn apart on a variety of levels, and nobody wins.  There are no good guys and bad guys here

 Golden Lines

For the most part, I keep my mouth shut about the butterflies, in spite of my feelings about them.  That kind of silence is what you end up with when you get together the way we did.  At first you're sure that love is larger than any obstacle, but then love comes to feel flimsy measured against what's been lost - family and friends and a history (25).

What if this is nothing more than lust? he asked once.   He asked a version of that question many more times still.  And I would answer.  I would give all the reasons, making an argument.  I fought for it (85).

In this cocoon there is work to be done.  Old structures are remade.  I think, I write, I read.  I try to make peace with myself.  I try to remember the simple but difficult truth that we mostly do the best we can with what we have.  What a feat this is, too, to do the best we can with what we have.  What a feat that is, too, to do the best we have, given that we've got to drag our histories along with us, like one of those big old Samsonite suitcases from the time before luggage had wheels (323).


Short and Sweet Summary

Dani wakes up one morning and finds her husband Ian gone.  Just gone.  Was he abducted?  In an accident?  Did he just walk away to start over again?  or Return to his first wife Mary?  As the search for Ian intensifies and Dani's anxiety grows, she reviews her life with Ian, their affair, their ambivalence toward their first spouses, their children's lives and how they've been affected, the changes, and finally their ambivalence towards each other.  Was it all worth it?  If they had it to do differently, what would they change and would they still choose each other?

What I Liked

The Nabakov metaphor of the butterfly and transformation.  Not many people know of Nabakov's love of butterflies...I do and was surprised to find this detail tied so deeply into the story.
I think Caletti means for us to see Dani transform, slowly, frustratingly and painfully...if so, she succeeds.

Pollux - Dani's little dog stole the show for me, and his little character and bit parts kept me around when I would have liked to shut the book.

Dani's mom and daughter - both of these characters seemed tougher than Dani...they spoke their own minds...freely and sometimes with very colorful language...but they weren't sorry for it.  Abby (Dani's daughter) loves being in her pajamas...but it's not a big deal.  Who cares?  Very unlike her mother, who over-analyzed everything and gave in too much to everybody.

I liked the real life portrayal of an affair that ends in a marriage that isn't exactly the fairytale the couple thought it would be.  I like the slap in the face of real people who lead others "astray" without the kindest of intentions...and those gullible enough to fall into that net.

What I Didn't Like

Most of the characters - I didn't feel sorry for Ian and Dani...I just didn't.  I think a lot of people fall into affairs the way they did, thinking that life will always be that romantic heady feeling with this new person...who then turns out to be a regular person as well.  To me, that's not rocket science, and I guess it just confuses me that so many people fall into that trap.

Ian - really? There were a lot of early signs Dani should have seen.  But she chose not to.

I think it was a mistake to make Dani's first husband an abuser.  I wonder how women who've actually lived through this situation would feel about Caletti's portrayal of Dani being attracted to the "bad boy."  Is an abuser just a "bad boy"?  I don't think Caletti means to downplay abuse; I just think both the abuse and the affair get muddled because Caletti put them together in the same story.  And, then, even more muddled for me was that Dani took two Vicodin and drank so much the night Ian disappeared that she couldn't remember what happened after they got home.  It was just a train wreck for me...and maybe that's exactly what Caletti had in mind.

The Ending - I'm going to be honest here...I read the ending pretty quickly...before I actually finished the book.  I was trying to convince myself to keep reading :( Dani is a very needy character; she and I would never be friends in real life bc I wouldn't have an ounce of patience with her.  This story tied up way too nicely and neatly with only a few hints buried throughout of what would eventually be discovered.

Ian's daughters and the ridiculous boyfriend accusing Dani...it just seemed a little much to me...any of these little rivers could have made for a riveting thriller leading up to the actual discovery...but all of it together was too much for me.  And if Caletti didn't intend for He's Gone to be a thriller, then there were some "thrilling" bits that could have been downplayed.  I just think it was frustrating for me as a reader.

Overall Recommendation

I hate not liking a book I've asked to read, but I didn't like this one.  I would very much like to read the story of Dani's next chapter, however, the one where her transformation becomes complete...on her own.  Just because I didn't like it, however, doesn't mean that someone else won't.  I'm a huge believer in reader response theories; each reader brings his/her own ideas and transacts with a text.  My personal reader's transaction with He's Gone was just not what I hoped it would be.

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Monday, May 20, 2013

Pain, Parties, Work by Elizabeth Winder - TLC Book Tours

Pain, Parties, Work by Elizabeth Winder
HarperCollins 2013

Source? the publisher via TLC Book Tours

Cover?  Beautiful, elegant, and partially hidden...just like Sylvia

Title? Sylvia's words...perfect.

I'm reminded of? "The Devil Wears Prada"
A Room of One's Own, The Yellow Wallpaper

Why?  It's Sylvia Plath, people...what else do I have to say??

What Now?
an immediate re-read of The Bell Jar
Manhattan When I Was Young by Mary Cantwell
The Group by Mary McCarthy
A Google session including:
Betsy Talbot Blackwell - BTB - Editor in Chief of Mademoiselle
Florence Crittenton homes for unmarried pregnant women
Ocean 212
Polly Weaver
Cyrilly Abel, Managing Editor of Mademoiselle and Sylvia's boss during June, 1953
Ethel and Julius Rosenberg
Gloria Kirshner
Margarita Smith - Fiction Editor at Mademoiselle and sister to Carson McCullers

Golden Lines

Before she became an icon, before she was Lady Lazarus, she was Sylvia - a New England college girl with an internship in Manhattan (xiii).

The Schobers were very Austrian and very literate (57).

And there was something of  Saint Therese de Lisieux about her - collecting cockles and seaweed and talking to mermaids.  A sensitive little pagan with a blond braid down her back (60).

Her attachment to language was earthy, physical, and immediate (95).

I get a little frightened when I think of life slipping through my fingers, like water...so fast that I have little time to stop running I have to keep on like the White Queen to stay in the same place. 
- Sylvia Plath (Letters Home) (108).

The journals show a remarkably solution-oriented person.  Even in the midst of the blackest desperation, her thoughts had a beautiful practicality to them, rapid fire, and directed outward.  Sylvia was not content to roam the wild moors of her mind for its own sake - she was totally in love with the external, physical world and wanted to stay there (140).

The Comstock Laws of 1873 were still in effect in 1953, prohibiting the distribution of birth control.  This would explain in part why Sylvia's junior year at Smith began under the shadow of suicide attempts, hasty marriages, and trips to "Dr. No." (155)

Sylvia summered in Manhattan during a unique cultural moment.  It was one of the most ambiguous, baffling, vertigo-inducing epochs in history for educated, ambitious young women (171).

There it was - that sick, clammy feeling that you have been Found Out, that you are an imposter - that she didn't deserve the awards, the city glamour, or even these clean leafy things like green lawns and tennis courts (226).

ANNE SHAWBER: Sylvia Plath was a genius, a poet of such incredible talent that she was unique.  She felt that difference, and didn't understand it, and instead thought there was something wrong with her.  When she tried to be like other girls, she was miserable because she couldn't understand.  And no one near her had the brains to figure it out and instead kept trying to shock her into a world which was not hers (250-251).

Summary

In June, 1953, 20 young college women, including Sylvia Plath, were chosen to serve as guest editors of Mademoiselle magazine for one month.  They lived at the Barbizon Hotel for Women, worked on 5th Avenue, and experienced for the first time a life on their own...sortof with freedom to make decisions and honestly figure out who they were and what they wanted of life...again, sortof.  Culture, society, expectations and need clashed the entire time the girls lived in New York.  Many, including Sylvia, left New York at the end of that summer a changed woman...forever.


What I Liked

A description of Sylvia as a young woman, with hopes and dreams beyond the legend, beyond the 
writer...just Sylvia.

Interviews and excerpts from some of the other women who were there with Sylvia as guest editors

At first I wasn't sure I was going to like all the detailed attention on what the girls wore...the lipstick colors, the heel heights, girdles, etc. until I realized these details were, in fact, a huge part of that June.  As guest editors of a fashion magazine and young "career" women of the 1950's, as they began to have more options, these choices would definitely be some of the ones they focused on.  

An inside look at how a fashion magazine is run (or was run, as in the case of Mademoiselle).   And, an inside look at the magazine itself...from illustrations, to advertisements, articles and sections.

The back and forth peeks from The Bell Jar to Winder's story and how the two meld as well as disconnect at times...the fact and the fiction.

The quotes Winder weaves into her story are perfectly placed and show examples of how Sylvia approached her summer in NY, and of course, how she left it...in her own words.

The idea that Sylvia as a lifelong journaler only made one entry during the entire month of June, 1953 (her reaction to the execution of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg)...will keep my brain humming for quite some time.

An honest look at women's sexuality and societal expectations in the 1950s and beyond.  

I'm a geek and I don't apologize for it...as always, I appreciate a healthy does of credits, notes, a substantial bib section and anything else that gives me a place to dig...I know I will never learn everything I want to know about everything, but I can only learn so much with help from authors like Winder who provide so much for me to chew on and in such an organized manner.  


What I Didn't Like

On a lighter note...the idea of nylons...every. day....any. day...but especially not during a heat wave in NY.

More seriously though, the idea that medical professionals actually treated Sylvia's first breakdown with archaic, ridiculous electroshock therapy based on a process used with pigs headed to be slaughtered??? Or, the just as horrendous idea of insulin shock therapy???  Really?? And, these people were medical professionals??  I wanted to scream after a few glimpses into Sylvia's early treatment.  

The short chapter about Sylvia's summer after NY...made me sad...just sad.


Overall Recommendation

Pain, Parties, Work is an obvious read for anyone who is or ever has been a fan of Sylvia Plath or who has read and been changed by The Bell Jar.  

The Author


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Friday, May 17, 2013

A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra - TLC Book Review


A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra
Hogarth, 2013

Source? the publisher via TLC Book Tours
**FTC Disclosure: I received a copy of A Constellation of Vital Phenomena in exchange for a review.  However, the review below and the opinions within are my own and offered without bias.

Title? a dictionary definition of life...perfect.

Cover? eh...gray matter with hidden trees...I'm not sure what I would have done differently, but the promise of an extraordinary story pulled me in for A Constellation of Vital Phenomena rather than the cover.  

I was reminded of?  The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

Why?  Wars I don't know much about...a narrative about the human spirit against all odds, survivors...bring it.

What Now? I'm going to let this one rest a while and then I'm going to pick up two books recommended by the author:
The Oath: A Surgeon Under Fire and A Small Corner of Hell: Dispatches from Chechnya

Golden Lines

The gerontology department had been closed in the first war due to a scarcity of resources and the general consensus that prolonging the lives of the elderly was a peacetime enterprise (43).

She had to harden him, to teach him that saving a life and nurturing a life are different processes, and that to succeed in the former one must dispense with the pathos of the latter (48).

At the kitchen table she examined the glass of ice.  Each cube was rounded by room temperature, dissolving in its own remains, and belatedly she understood that this was how a loved one disappeared (120)

"There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren't even a memory, you're only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and time will divide them as well." (124)

"I've amputated one thousand six hundred and forty-three legs.  You've done three, and you think you have the right to diagnose me?" (161)

Only one entry supplied an adequate definition, and she circled it with red ink, and referred to it nightly.  Life: a constellation of vital phenomena - organization, irritability, movement, growth, reproduction, adaption. (184)

The Parkinson's that would turn him into a quivering jelly mold in eleven years was already fermenting in his midbrain, but his hands didn't shake when he went to light his cigarette (195).

"War is unnatural," Akhmed said.  "It causes people to act unnaturally" (201).

For nearly two years he had worked as an informer for the state security forces.  He had given up neighbors who had wished him a happy birthday every year of his life.  And still he believed himself the victim as much as the perpetrator of his crimes (240).

Yes, they would likely be shot if discovered by the Feds or state security forces, but that could happen as easily in Eldar or Volchansk, in their homes or in the street, while they slept, or while they played chess, a fate so likely to befall a Checken man it seemed silly to worry about it too much (244).

Khassan walked to the door, opened it to the wind.  He looked back. Ramzan watched him, as frozen and impenetrable as a winter pond.  You are mine.  I recognize you.  We twist our souls around each other's miseries.  It is that which makes us family (292).

God, like everything kind and good, lived in London (318-319).

The second bullet put a hole in her chest, and she felt her breath leave, but neither the third, nor fourth, nor fifth, nor sixth, nor seventh, nor eighth, nor ninth, nor tenth, nor eleventh, nor twelfth, nor thirteenth, nor fourteenth, nor fifteenth, nor sixteenth, nor seventeenth was seen, or felt, or heard (348).

Short and Sweet Summary

Over the course of 5 days in Chechnya, the lives of Havaa, her father Dokka, Havaa's rescuer, Akhmed, the surgeon, Sonja, the memory of Sonja's sister, Natasha, Khassan and his son, the informer, Ramzen, will all intertwine in magical, yet heartbreaking, realistic ways.  
Hospital #6
1994-2004

What I Liked

The words - I'm a lover of words...and as corny as it sounds, I can read a good book like some people listen to Mozart...that's the kind of book this is, one you read for the story but also for the experience, one you return to just to read pieces over and over again.  On pages 138-140, there is a section describing what family's feel after they look at their missing family member's portrait as drawn by Akhmed.  The sentence is a swirling, whirlpool of words, where the reader rides all the way down to the deep and can see how the literal "constellation of vital phenomena" takes shape...yes, it's one sentence...and I read it over and over and over again.  I even went back and read it again before discussing it here...just for the ride.  Now that's a book.

Sonja and Havaa - survivors

War - the truth - so much of history is glazed over, hidden from view.  I don't know whether it's on purpose or not, but I think we find ourselves repeating the same mistakes when we forget or, for those of us who never experienced certain events, are not paying attention.  A Constellation of Vital Phenomena takes place during my lifetime, but I might as well have been reading ancient history as familiar as this story of war-torn Chechnya is to me.  

A hospital story - heroin as a painkiller because morphine is too expensive, one doctor running an entire hospital, using black market supplies, amputation as the most commonly performed procedure, 

The humor - mixed within the horrors of war, there are laughs...many of my favorites were glimpses of how the protagonists view American culture, the little they knew of it.  I was blown away by a conversation that Sonja and Akhmed have about American presidents and the rise and fall of power here as compared to their own country.  The idea of McDonalds through the eyes of non-Americans is also hilarious.

The glimpses into the future of many of the characters both big and small.  

The circle of lives and how they story comes back together again...brilliant.

The secrets - the secrets are buried, believed, and accepted.  They don't define any of the characters nor do the characters let the secrets fester.  It's war.  


What I Didn't Like

That this story is a true one for so many people...while many of us were living "normal" lives in the U.S.  Did we know?  Once more, I've got a lot more reading to do.

Ramzen - but then, just as soon as I type his name, I feel guilty.  What would any of us in his shoes do differently?   What would any of us in any of these characters' shoes do differently?


Overall Recommendation

This isn't a "happy" story by any means, so if that's what you're looking for, you might want to look elsewhere.  But, if you're looking for a vivid description of the daily lives of a group of very normal people from 1994-2004 in Chechnya, a story in which the indomitable human spirit and sacrifice as well as making choices where there isn't an obvious right and wrong answer are strong themes, then this is your next read. 

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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day 2013!


I searched for a picture today that would match my emotions, my state of mind, my need for something totally different.  
The beginning of summer provides a much needed respite for me after another hectic school year.  


I can tell you that it's no mistake that all the art I was drawn to today has a Kate Chopin feel to it.
Not that I'm going to walk off into the water any time soon...I'm not in that kind of frame of mind :/
But, there's a peacefulness to the water...the sounds, the waves, the wind, the roar...whether you like it or not, a lot of chaos is drowned out.
Pun intended, people :p
(I don't guess I have to tell you that I don't read The Awakening like most people do)


The art I'm drawn to today also celebrates mothers and daughters. 
Really now, how transparent can I be? 
I am not a mother who wishes for earlier days...nor do I wish for more babies, nor do I wish for my daughters to be babies again.  
I actually enjoy watching them become the people they are becoming.  
I see me in them, I see their father, and I see each other.  
How cool is that?



At the end of the day (and the school year) it's these people, these special people who mean more to me than anything else in the world.  

Happy Mother's Day to all my blogger moms out there! 

Monday, April 29, 2013

The Clover House by Henriette Lazaridis Power - TLC Book Review


The Clover House by Henriette Lazaridis Power
Ballantine Books, 2013

Format? paperback
Source? the publisher via TLC Book Tours
FTC Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of The Clover House from the publisher in exchange for a review.  However, the review below and the opinions therein are my own and offered without bias.

Title? I'm sure I'm missing something...but the clover houses really didn't stand out to me as much as I feel they should have...which makes me not quite understand the significance of that particular detail as the title...I'm sure I'll feel stupid after I think this over for a while.  
Cover? I had to look at it very closely to realize that it's Nestor...with the gift of the clover and the painted silk butterfly.

What Now?  There's a lot about Greece and Greek history that I'm ashamed to admit kept me from enjoying this book as much as I could have.  But, I'd like to know more.

Golden Lines

When I finally reach the window, the uniformed officer glances back and forth from me to my photograph.  he must have an inkling that a petite woman named Calliope with dark straight hair has Greek heritage.  He gives me a little smile, and I return it and say my first words of Greek in Greece: "Geia sas." To your health. it is the polite form of geia sou, the message I see on bumper stickers and menus across Boston.  But there it shows up  as Yasou! and it makes me wince.  It conveys no particular meaning, serving simply as a kitschy proclamation of Greekness. (32-33)

It was math class in the middle of the morning when Clio noticed a few children by the window, looking up from their textbooks.  She followed their gaze but couldn't see anything besides the tops of the buildings across the street.  Then there was a drone and a whine and a roaring crash and the room shook.  Glass blew in from the windows and children began to shout and cry.  They all began to run. (188)

..."Nestor left me a note, Theies."
"What did he say?"
"That silence is not always the enemy, and some other things."
"Silence is almost always the enemy," Sophia says. (262)

Greece was fully occupied now, divided up by the Bulgarians to the east, the Germans to the west of them and in Athens and Crete, and the Italians everywhere else. (312)

"It's a trade, Clio.  I get to punch an Italian soldier, they get our livelihood." (330)

"We can't talk about this to anyone," she said.
"I know." (370)

It all seemed so straightforward in the cathedral yesterday.  You come in a sinner; the priest forgives you; you leave with a clean conscience.  Outside the cathedral, though, things don't line up so well. (383)

He reads the inscription on the fob and laughs at the strangeness of the Scottish words on a Greek key ring in an American city.  But I know this is just right.  Just right for Nestor, the go-between boy and man - shuttling between Italian and Greek, past and present, home and away...(392)


Summary

Bostonite Callie's Uncle Nestor dies in Greece and leaves the contents of his home to her.  She must leave her fiance' Jonah, arriving in Greece to take care of the legalities of her inheritance as well as "reading" the story Uncle Nestor left for her, sifting through stacks and boxes of memorabilia.  A complicated family history and her cold relationship with her mother, have left Callie unsure of how to function as an adult and to take the next steps in her life.  Once she puts together the pieces of Nestor's puzzle, will she be able to understand what makes people do the things they do and make the choices they make?  Will she then feel free to make her own choices and take a chance on a different life?

What I Liked

The present day story intrigued me more than the history, and that shocked me.  In all honesty though, I think I would have enjoyed the history and the family stories more if I had a foundation for them.  I don't have that bridge at all, so much of the time I felt left out of the political and cultural conversations and even skimmed some of it by the time I got closer and closer to the end.  

Jonah - if anybody could handle Callie, it was him.  At least he understood where some of her behavior came from...but he didn't try to push her either.  He knew the final choice had to be hers, of her own accord and her own timing.  

The similarities between Carnival in Greece and Mardi Gras in America

What I Didn't Like

Clio - even though there are reasons for her coldness, I never could bring myself to feel anything for her.

the idea of the Bourbouli - a cultural difference of course, but not one I think I would ever get used to

Stelios and Callie's other new "friends" - Callie was very irresponsible with this group, especially Stelios.


Overall Recommendation

I think you need to have a foundation for The Clover House and/or an intense interest in Greek culture as well as political history during the time of WWII.  The Clover House is a family saga, one that isn't always pretty, and how those struggles mold us into the people we are.  


The Author

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