Out-of-the-Ordinary Reading

For the reader wanting something unusual, there is Mr. Muo’s Travelling Couch by Dai Sijie.  The main character, Mr. Muo, travels around the Chinese countryside on a bicycle, with a banner streaming behind, offering to give a Freudian interpretation of dreams to the peasants.  Have they ever heard of Freud? Or France where Muo claims to have studied? Well, maybe France.

Is Muo familiar with psychoanalysis because he studied it or because he was the recipient?  He says the first, but there are hints it is the latter.  Why is he travelling around the countryside?  He is looking for a virgin.  Because this is the price of getting his beloved, a political prisoner, out of jail.  Although it is illegal to bribe a judge, it is the way business is done, and this particular judge has plenty of money, but no virgins. 

The plot travels at a very leisurely pace.  We listen in on some of the dreams recounted.  We read exact descriptions of everything seen, felt, encountered.  They are possibly poetic.  They are possibly making fun of the pretentious intellectual or the aspirations to become one.   

Why read this?  It is tongue-in-cheek funny, although the humor is a little weird.  There is the wild panda reserve called Observation Post of Panda Droppings; the aphrodisiac chapter about sea cucumbers, the description of two bicycle riders, “(he) peddling against the wind, hunched over the handlebars, raincoat flapping, and she on the rack behind him, knitting a sweater that streams like a scarf behind her.”

Some of the best parts are the casual descriptions of everyday life in China after the Cultural Revolution is over, the filthy urinals, overcrowded trains, long queues, mahjong parties, music listened to, food eaten.  As befitting a story about Freud, it is full of subtle sexual symbols and not so subtle sex.

In this story of a quest, our quixotic hero overcomes obstacles and perseveres in the face of adversity hoping to find a virgin in the rural provinces of southern China.

Many of us remember Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, a story about an older man who runs off with a preteen girl.  It is hard to get beyond the repellent subject to realize this is a story about obsession, the emotions in life that are uncontrollable, that rise up and refuse to disappear.  Such a story is Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux.

Ernaux begins this novella with “From September last year, I did nothing else but wait for a man:  for him to call me and come round to my place.”  Written as a memoir, the book tells the story of a young woman obsessed with an older married man.  It isn’t a book that details sex, but a book about the feeling of a passion that consumes the waking hours, the thoughts, the dreams, the hopes of a young woman. She writes, “to find out whether other people have done or felt the same things…for them to consider experiencing such things as normal.”  She is not interested in justifying or explaining, just portraying. The details of her feelings become tedious.

Although Ernaux and Nabokov both write about erotic passion, I think other strong emotions such as grief or rage can consume a person in the same way, demanding the subject be thought about again, again, and again.

An epic battle between good and evil is not what I expected.  I was looking forward to the idyllic village of Three Pines, the brave, idealistic Gamache family, Olivier’s homemade scones and jam, Clara’s bizarre and gifted paintings, and of course, the poet Ruth, and her linguistically challenged duck, that speaks only one word that starts with f and rhymes with…itself.

But in Louise Penny’s latest, A World of Curiosities, the battle is joined.  There has always been a touch of saintliness (or more) about Inspector Gamache, his rescues of fallen angels and lost souls, the heroic Quebec Sureté team that he leads. 

Gamache knows that evil exists.  He has seen it in the eyes of too many he has put behind bars.  And one of them, from the iciest part of Dante’s hell, has escaped and sent the message.  I am coming for you.

The story starts with a graduation honoring two young women with ties to Three Pines and the Gamaches. There is a tinge of sadness to the occasion which also commemorates an event of the past, a massacre of young women who had dared to attend that very engineering school. 

A back story introduces two main characters, children then, who had been abused and pimped by their business minded mother who is found dead.

Odd things start to happen.  A hundred-year-old letter is delivered; a bricked up hidden room is found; a painting with cryptic messages appears.  “Curiouser and curiouser.”  Before long, curious is no longer the right word; the first murder happens.  Gamache starts to unravel the puzzles and finds a diabolical plan of revenge aimed directly at him and his family.

Just recently I learned that at the end of Frank Bruni’s NYT Opinion column/newsletter, published on Thursdays, there is a section entitled “For the Love of Sentences.”

He lists some of the most colorful prose he has recently read. How have I missed this?  Here are some excerpts:

A comment on a movie: Allegedly, it’s based on true events, in much the same way that ‘Pinocchio’ is based on string theory.”

Much was political and this time, Ron DeSantis was the butt of several comments: “There are universities like Harvard and Yale, which DeSantis attended but did not inhale.”  Or, “He might unplug your life support to re-charge his cellphone.”(Yeow!)

A quote from David Brooks: “The G.O.P. is a working-class populist party that has no interest in nurturing highly educated boom towns.  The G.O.P. does everything it can to repel those people—and the Tesla they drove in on.”

The Monday of National Library Week has been designated Right to Read Day.  This year, April 24th marks the first anniversary of the Unite Against Book Bans campaign. 

One of the easiest things you can do to continue to find the book of your choice on the shelf is to check out a banned or challenged book from your local library.  Libraries keep statistics!  To find a suggestion, look at The American Library Association website.  They publish a list of the ten most challenged books each year.

Nostalgia

Talent and drive, the two necessary gifts of a successful artist, Thea Kronberg has in abundance.  In The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather tells the story of a precocious young girl, born on the prairie in the 1800s, who grows up to be a world-renowned opera star.  

Her small hometown has little to offer an artistic child other than the church and its hymns.  But Thea is lucky.  There is the town doctor who appreciates her intelligence; the German-trained piano teacher who recognizes her musical ability; the deep feeling Mexican guitar player who sings with her; a mother who keeps six siblings out of the way; and finally, the railroad man who falls in love with her and because of a twist of fate offers her a start.

Through a combination of good fortune and hard work, her talent unfolds.  As she moves into the world, Thea draws the necessary mentors to her.  That they are all men shows Cather’s recognition of where, in those times, powerful help could be found.  Finally, it is Thea herself who must draw from within to achieve what she envisions. 

The first section of the book is filled with lovely descriptions of life on the prairie around Colorado and must have done much to romanticize the American view of the West. “…a little rabbit with a white spot of a tail…It seemed to be lapping up the moonlight like cream…the sprawling old house had gathered them all in, like a hen, and had settled down over its brood…the days were bathed in sunlight and the air was clear as crystal…the desert glistened with light…the scarlet sage bloomed…”

The lark (of the title) introduces the natural world and is an apt image. We think of Thea, a girl of the prairie, with her beautiful voice. Shakespeare and Chaucer thought of the lark as a symbol of morning, or awakening, appropriate for someone at the start of a musical career.

Cather talks a lot about specialness, the quest for perfection, the discipline and sacrifice necessary to make a first-rate professional artist.  She may have specified “artist” because that was one of the few alternate roles available to women at that time.  I think that today, we might enlarge that word to encompass other gifts as well (gymnastics, math, chess).   Her point, that the bigger the talent the more it demands and takes over a life, is true for any of them. There is a made-for-television movie of Song of the Lark produced for Masterpiece Theater in 2001.

“I once had a girl…or should I say…she once had me…”  The Beatles’ song “Norwegian Wood” lends its title to and introduces the subject of Haruki Murakami’s nostalgic novel about the 1960s.  Toru Watanabe, the main character, was a student turning 20 in Tokyo. 

Sunshine music festivals and civil rights marches, however, are not what come to mind for him.  He remembers happiness that disappeared, the loss of his two best friends to suicide, and the disorientation, depression, and grief that followed.

This is not a typical Murakami.  There is no magical realism and no unexplained coincidences; rather, it is a straightforward story dealing with loyalty, choice, and love.  On one side, there is Naoko, a damaged young woman to whom Toru is attracted and wants to help.  On the other is Midori, a vibrant sexual woman with whom he has also fallen in love.  Guilt and honor force him to a standstill as he tries to find a way forward.

The lyrical language contrasts the quiet of the rural areas with the cacophony of Tokyo, continuing the contrast of the book between peace and escape, and anxiety and activity.  “Some houses had laundry drying in the sun…firewood out front piled up to the eaves, usually with a cat resting somewhere on the pile…the moonlight cast long shadows and splashed the walls with a touch of diluted India ink.”

Emerging from the story is a criticism Murakami has made before about the falseness of society and the intense pressure to succeed and keep up appearances.  The students who die are beautiful young people with excellent grades who on the surface fulfill all the expectations of school and family.  In the background of this culture of forced conformity plays the music of the 60s and overtones of the US cultural revolution.  There are both a playlist and a movie based on the book.

The most vivid memory Matthew Venn has of his teenage years is the time he stood at his evangelical church meeting and announced that he no longer believed.  Shunned by his family and community, and missing rules and structure, Venn joined the police force.  In The Long Call, Ann Cleeves introduces a new detective and the start of a third series.

When DI Venn investigates a body found on the beach, he soon realizes that the murdered man has connections to his husband’s community center, a venture that combines an art workshop with a day shelter for learning disabled adults. Before long, two vulnerable women with Down’s syndrome are missing.  Continuing to appear in the investigation are the glad-handing leader of Matthew’s ex-church and his subservient wife.  It is an intricate plot with sympathetic characters.

This book, along with both of Cleeves’ other detective series, have been made into television programs (The Long Call, Vera and Shetland) available on BritBox, Acorn, etc.  I found Vera and Shetland on disk (not streaming) from Netflix.  These are fast-moving exciting shows.  So fast, that when they are over, I am not sure what happened. 

Ah – the joys of reading the mystery instead.  I can move along at my own pace, even turn back the pages if necessary, and thoroughly enjoy an excellent story.

Easy to Read; Lots to Say

Talk about a sly little book.  Innocent, appealing, short, it slips right into an available hour or two.  But after you have given an afternoon to The Last White Man by Moshin Hamid, it will have wormed its way into your unconscious to keep popping up again and again.

One morning, a white man, Anders, wakes to see that he has turned “a deep and undeniable brown.”  He feels like a stranger to himself; he is deeply shaken; he calls in sick, he won’t leave the house.  The color does not change back and eventually he tries to resume his life.  He goes to work; he calls his girlfriend; he tells his father. 

But Anders isn’t alone.  There are rumors of others turning dark and the rumors are true.  Soon, the nation is in turmoil as more whites turn dark brown.  Hamid’s riff on skin color, appearance, and sense of self, probes the depths of feeling this change exposes.  “I’d rather kill myself,” says his boss when he looks at Anders.  It took me awhile to realize that no one in the story felt that turning brown was a good or even neutral thing.  They all felt that no longer being white was a loss.  I’m still thinking about the implications of that. 

As more and more people turn dark, a sense of panic sets in.  There are echoes of the pandemic – hoarding, violence, isolation.  His girlfriend’s mother turns to right wing television, believing that “we” are winning, and “they” will disappear.  Anders’ father takes him in, feeling a visceral need to protect this son although he no longer looks like one.  For Oona, the girlfriend, these deaths of identity echo the recent deaths of her father and brother.

This story has a happy ending.  But one of the reasons it is happy is that everyone is now the same color.  Hamid leaves so much unsaid, leaving the implications of the plot to emerge slowly.

From the very first sentence, I thought of Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, a comparison, I believe, Hamid meant to evoke.  In it, a young man wakes up to find that he has been turned into a cockroach.  He also can hardly look at himself, waits to return to normal, won’t go to work, etc.  The points of the two stories are different but the openings are equivalent, Hamid implies.  In one, a person wakes up dark brown; in the other he wakes up a cockroach.  This innocent appearing novel has driven its accusation home.

Love of a good story is universal. People binge on a favorite tv series; watch action-packed drama at the local theater; read compelling novels; tell ghost stories around the campfire, listen to the latest gossip.  People want to know who is doing what, and how they are doing it. 

Dai Sijie uses this desire as the basis of Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress. During the Chinese Cultural Revolution of the 1960s, two teenage boys are sent to the mountains for reeducation for the crime of having parents who were professionals.  The boys live among the peasants, joining them in hard labor, sometimes dangerous, sometimes repulsive.

Then, two pivotal things happen.  First, they find and appropriate a hidden cache of forbidden books (Western novels!) which they read for the first time. 

“We were seduced, overwhelmed, spellbound by the mystery of the outside world, especially the world of women…with the ardour and earnestness of my eighteen years, I fell in love with one author after another…I would never have understood the splendour of taking free and independent action as an individual…”

Second, the boys fall in love.  She is the beautiful daughter of the local tailor and Luo, the leader of the two, resolves to read the books to her.  The power of literature is felt by all three in ways they could not have imagined.

This short easy-to-read novel, based on events in the author’s own life, is full of information about a particular time and place in history, plus the universal experience of coming of age.

And for the word lovers among us: The title reminded me of that obscure, interesting word synecdoche which means a part of something representing a whole. For example – what will the White House do to prevent bank failures? (“White House” representing “Federal government.”) In the case of our novel, Sijie uses “Balzac” to represent “great literature” and the ability it has to change lives.

Those who already love Brunetti and Paola will continue to love them in So Shall You Reap, Donna Leon’s latest mystery.  Her interest in plot shows a welcome resurgence.  But it is her characters, setting, social and ethical commentary that are so appealing I jump at the chance to immerse myself in her world whenever a new book is published.

In this current novel, she looks at the political ideals of 18-year-olds from the perspective of middle age and recognizes how one impassioned behavior can affect the trajectory of a lifetime. 

Venice still casts its spell; Brunetti decides that deceit can be an excellent tool; Signorina Elettra is disappointed in the computer skills of Interpol; Sara, a stray dog, taken in by the next-door convent, provides the key to the mystery.

Leon develops the biblical quote in the title by using two garden images.  There is the peace and fruitfulness of the well-kept, orderly garden of the nuns and their Buddhist helper which is the ideal.  There is the ugly chaotic overgrown garden which is the reality the police deal with every day.

At the end it is Sara who enjoys both gardens plus her new home. “In the manner of Saint Francis, she considers humans to be her brothers and sisters, and thus she passes her days in harmony with both nature and mankind.”

Here is something fun to end with:

Stuck?  Notice that the punctuation at the end is a period.  What you are reading is a statement, not a question.

Wowable Non-Fiction

Two hundred years ago, Charles Darwin shook the world when he asserted that life forms had not always been as we see them, but over time had changed, evolved.  To illustrate his idea, he used the already familiar image of a tree – with one trunk and many branches growing out.

Since then, in the 1930’s, the electron microscope has been developed, allowing scientists to see deep within the molecular structure of cells.  Living beings too tiny to see had their cell walls, nuclei, various individualized parts laid bare for analysis.  Genes, DNA, eventually whole genomes themselves were part of an intense transformation in the thinking of molecular biologists.

In The Tangled Tree, David Quammen painstakingly explores the changes of the last fifty years.  His hero is Carl Woese, a name that has not yet broken into the national consciousness but whose work is as astounding as Darwin’s.  Classification of living beings has always been the stuff of biology as scientists try to understand how life started four billion years ago and how forms are related.  In the 1970s Woese proved that there are three major classifications of life, not two: bacteria, archaea, and eukaryotes (our own category, all life that can be seen).  Quammen, in a friendly breezy style, makes us understand and care about why this was such an outstanding achievement.

But Woese  generated still additional excitement when he helped prove that heredity was not just vertical (like a tree) with traits passed down from parents to offspring, but moved sideways as well.  Cells were able to choose helpful parts from other cells, even of different species, and appropriate and replicate them.  Branches of the tree merged with other branches and mosaic was the image that finally emerged.

Quammen’s forte is explaining arcane scientific concepts to the general public and generating excitement about them.  As a non-scientist, I was on overload, but Quammen shifted my view on how life worked, and still does.  I won’t remember the names or details, but here are some general concepts that will stay with me from this extraordinary provocative book:

The ratio of tiny unseeable life forms to complex, seeable life forms is astronomical.  I am supported and constructed by an incomprehensible number of living invisible beings.  Some of their traits have been incorporated into my genome and are heritable.  Some of these other life forms are a part of “me.” 

In the 1960’s, scientists thought that all life derived from two kinds of bacteria, those with a nucleus and those without.  But no, they have since discovered that there is a third form, the archaea, which is different, and can live in inhospitable conditions such has boiling sulfur springs.  This realization has implications for finding life on other planets and understanding early life here when our atmosphere was hot and composed of hydrogen and helium instead of oxygen.

Evolution is not driven solely by mutations and inheritance (vertically) but by gene transfer, cells changing one another now (horizontally – think viruses or antibiotic resistance).

As always, I am impressed with the behind-the-scenes unpleasant arduous work that scientists do to tease out just one more small piece of information.  It is the accumulation of this patient research that leads to the scientific headlines that challenge our thinking about who and what we are.

A partnership with the wild, both literally and figuratively, is the subject of H is For Hawk, a memoir by Helen Macdonald. After her father’s death, Helen channels her anger and grief into training a goshawk, a fierce, aggressive bird of prey.

There are lyrical descriptions of the English countryside, of sun and storms, of the talented falconers, but it is the bird, Mabel, that she returns to again and again.

“She filled the house with wildness as a bowl of lilies fills a house with scent…café-au-lait front streaked thickly with cocoa-coloured teardrops…two wild, wide eyes stare at me…scaled yellow toes and curved black talons…reptilian…snakes her small head from side to side…”

Raising and training Mabel becomes Helen’s life.  There is meticulous attention to the description of the hawk– how it moves, how its appearance (fluffed feathers, upside down head), expresses its emotions, what its eyes rivet on when outside, almost how it thinks.

These physical details are a large part of the book, but a story about raising a wild non-social animal in captivity and using it as a balm for human pain raises ethical issues.  Macdonald’s treatment of death in nature (the hawk is a predator and she a hunter) is straightforward.  Killing and death are integrated into life and not separable.  The emotion of human grief however is not easily pigeonholed and the pain of it suffuses and changes everything.

A third section, in addition to the descriptions of raising the goshawk, and dealing with her grief, is a synopsis of The Goshawk by T. H. White, author of The Once and Future King.  Although White did a terrible job of raising his hawk, Macdonald offers a sort-of homage to him, the author of a book that introduced her to hawking when she was a child, and who used his hawk, as she did, to try to overcome personal difficulties.

The attraction of the wild and need for the natural world are concepts that emerge from the story.  All are part of a whole and other living things need our empathy and respect, not attempts at mastery.

A benefit sometimes offered by museums is a visit to the archives.  We have done this twice in Honolulu and it is a special treat.  Not only have we seen originals of favorite prints, or copies of rare drawings, we have learned an incredible amount about how museums and archives are run and have been privileged to meet some very dedicated talented staff. 

Our most recent visit was to the Honolulu Museum of Art where we viewed original paintings by Constance Gordon Cummings, a 19th century adventurer and cohort of Isabella Bird.  We have also been to The Bishop Museum where we were allowed to see carefully preserved copies of drawings by the artists on Captain Cook’s voyage to Hawaii.

Cummings, a single woman, a wealthy privileged Scot, was both a talented painter and writer who travelled around the South Pacific, Asia and even Yosemite.  Of the several books she published about the South Seas, the one I read is A Lady’s Cruise in a French Man-of-War.  This charming travelog is written in the form of letters and describes details of everyday life in Tonga, Samoa, and Tahiti as they were in the mid-1800s. 

She tells how they made cava (by chewing a dry root then soaking the remains).  She describes jewelry (two or three large pearls fastened together with finely braided human hair).  She compares the huge stone memorials to those seen all over the world and asks the same question about how they could possibly have been transported. She disliked the “vulgarizing influence” of the white merchants and sailors “Proud was the man who became possessed of a pair of trousers, to be displayed alternately on the legs or arms”.  She approved of the missionaries who had Christianized the natives and driven out cannibalistic practices and night time orgies.

I was especially interested in her descriptions of mats that were fine enough to be used for sleeping or wearing as we had just seen such beautiful mats decorating the new home of friends who had been in the Peace Corps in Yap.  Previously, the only mats I knew were the cheap rough beach mats neither pliable nor comfortable.

Cummings has also written a book about Hawaii, Fire Fountains: The Kingdom of Hawaii, which can be read at the Honolulu library but is not available for circulation.  A good rainy-day project that I look forward to.

Different Kinds of Mysteries

Odysseus overcoming obstacles as he takes ten years to travel home from Troy to Ithaca has become a well know archetype.  In This Tender Land, William Kent Krueger changes Odysseus into a twelve-year-old boy, and the setting to the Depression era Mid-West USA filled with shanty towns, soup kitchens, Evangelical revivals. 

Odie, Odysseus, and three other children travel by canoe down the Minnesota River, each of them looking for a different kind of home. Setting the scene perfectly is the epigraph, a quote from The Odyssey, “Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story.” 

Odie, the storyteller and musician of the group, is the instigator of this mythic, fairy tale-like adventure.  The four orphaned children have escaped from a school where Native American children were sent to be “civilized” but found cruelty and misery instead.  Only one of the four travelers is an Indian, symbolically mute. On the trip down river, they encounter their Cyclops who temporarily imprisons them.  They also encounter their siren, but she is more angel than wicked enchantress.  Finding the allusions to the Odyssey, the Wizard of Oz, other books and fairy tales is a large part of the fun of this novel.

For those with access to Spotify, there is a playlist of the songs played by Odie on his harmonica.  They were beautifully chosen to represent the time.  Some of the most reminiscent renditions come from the Library of Congress, sung by the likes of Woodie Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Bill Monroe, and Ella Fitzgerald.

Just before midnight, Mari is reading in a Tokyo Denny’s. When Takahashi joins her, he orders the best thing Denny’s has to offer, chicken salad.  Kaoru, manager of a love ho, a hotel where rooms are rented by the hour, completes the trio.

In a different place, in a parallel story, a television watches a young woman sleep.

Quirky is overused when it comes to the world of Haruki Murakami, but for his novel After Dark it is appropriate.  Under the superficial oddness, however, something rock solid glimmers.  He is interested in people as self-contained individuals who are at the same time part of a collective entity.  Is there a time of night when the barriers between people are porous? 

Lonely Mari sees herself as second best to a beautiful sister.  Jazz trombonist Takahashi understands that he is a player who is only adequate.  Kaoru, running from trouble, fears she will never be safe.  Eri, the sleeping beauty, doesn’t care to wake-up and has been sleeping for two months.  Ordinary people meet after dark one night and help each other move towards connection and strength.

I didn’t realize that making playlists connected to books is a “thing.”  After Dark is suffused with references to jazz (Murakami used to own a jazz club) and sure enough, there is a playlist on Spotify.

For those not yet familiar with Murakami, there is a visual taste available on Netflix, Tony Takitani, based on a short story published in The New Yorker.  A lonely artist marries a woman with a compulsion to buy designer clothes.

Elly Griffiths never disappoints.  Stranger Diaries, first in the Harbinder Kaur series, is a page turner.  Her characters – readers, writers, English teachers on one side, and scrappy, dogged, intuitive detective sergeant on the other – are easy to like. The plot, not easy to solve, offers a subtle one sentence clue at the beginning, somewhat like Agatha Christie.  Different characters have their own chapters, giving the reader varied viewpoints of the same occurrence.

Griffiths uses the story within a story technique to give depth and a hint of the supernatural to her novel.  It begins when Clare uses “The Stranger,” a Gothic murder mystery, to illustrate points to her creative writing class.  Excerpts continue throughout the novel.  Two murders at Clare’s college echo scenes from the short story.  She has lost one of her best friends plus the head of her department.  When Clare opens her diary to write about these terrible events, she is chilled to see someone else’s handwriting.

DS Harbinder Kaur of the Sussex Police Department, age 35, proud of her job, is unmarried and lives with her traditional Sikh parents.  She enjoys her mother’s excellent curries and puts up with her veiled inquiries about possible husbands and grandchildren.

Two smart women, Clare and Harbinder, gain each other’s respect as they try to figure out why the events of a ghost story have infiltrated their lives.

Writers and Stories

Ivan Nikolayevich Ponyrev’s poem which says Jesus wasn’t a good person is unacceptable to his boss because, of course, Jesus never existed.  Such is the party line that the writers’ guild must uphold in Stalinist Russia, the setting of Mikhail Bulgakov’s, The Master and Margarita. The Devil, however, has not acquiesced, and is reveling in mischief in Moscow.

In a parallel story, a small bird, probably the same Satan, observes Pontius Pilate as he agrees to sentence three troublemakers to death in Jerusalem, a city ruled by Rome, another oppressive state with an autocratic ruler.

In the Moscow plot, Satan and several of his followers harass the writers in their luxurious club and take over the theater where they put on a black magic show that rains money.  The egalitarian communist comrades shove each other out of the way to grab as much as they can, but alas, the money turns to illegal foreign currency a soon as they leave the theater. 

The reader is introduced to the comic relief, Behemoth, a witch’s cat writ large.  He is an enormous black tom who walks on his hind legs and speaks, tries to pay to board the trolley, gilds his whiskers for the ball but refuses trousers (cats don’t wear pants), and enjoys cold double distilled Moscow vodka.

Midway through the novel, the two main characters, the Master and Margarita, are finally introduced to the reader.  He is a gifted writer whose extraordinary novel about Pontius Pilate has been rejected by the writers’ guild.  She, a woman whose privileged lifestyle is the envy of most of Russia, gives it up for the love of him.  When they are separated, Margarita, like Faust, makes a bargain with the conveniently present devil so they may become reunited.

At the same time, two thousand years earlier, Pontius Pilate is plotting with the head of his secret service to murder Judas.

Bulgakov has plenty to say about the Russian people and humanity in general. This provocative novel can be read as a straightforward story filled with magical realism and fantasy.  It can be read as a political satire so skewering the book could not be published during the author’s lifetime.  It can be read as a philosophical treatise exploring the collaboration between good and evil.

The Master and Margarita is found on the lists of great Russian novels along with War and Peace and The Brothers Karamazov.  It is fun to take on the challenge of a “great” once in a while, but my reading buddy and I could not have done it without the help of the online resource LitCharts.  It provided chapter summaries and analyses, and enabled us to keep track of those long Russian names that keep changing.

Velma Wallis comes from a long line of Athabaskan natives with a culture of storytelling.  Her mother told tales of the ancients, long before Western contact, whiling away the frigid Alaskan nights telling riddles and stories.  Wallis’s book, Two Old Women, is one of them.

During a time of winter famine, the band’s chief made an unpleasant decision.  Two old women of the tribe were to be left behind to give the younger ones a better chance of survival.  The women had been enjoying the help accorded to them as the oldest and least able members, but now they would pay the price of being perceived as weak.

It wouldn’t be a story if the abandoned women gave up, so we see them resurrect skills and memories of how to feed themselves and keep warm.  Wallis gives many details on how the natives sustained themselves in the hostile environment.  Athabascan stories often had morals and were used for teaching.  In this case, there are several.  The young are to value and respect the old; people will rise to the occasion when necessity demands; but also, in this frigid land, the old have the responsibility to continue to participate and be of service to the group.  Retirement is not an option.

Presenting a different view, that life should be enjoyed as much as possible, is an old story from a different part of the world with a more pleasant climate.  The Rubaiyat, a long poem written in quatrains, attributed to Omar Khayyam from the 1100’s in Persia, extols the virtues of drinking wine and telling stories.

At Shangri-la in Hawaii, Doris Duke’s magnificent collection of Islamic art, we saw a series of drawings illustrating these four-line verses with the words written in Farsi along the sides and a translation into old English along the bottom.

With Eternity, zealot, how long wilt us ply?   						     
From my thought, root and branch, I have long put it by.  
Drink wine, for there’s nothing its place can supply;  					             Each knot of perplexment after wine doth untie.   	

Haruki Murakami, author of many delightful novels such as A Wild Sheep Chase and Kafka on the Shore has written a how-to manual entitled Novelist as a Vocation.  He tells how he first started to write and what is necessary to develop such an inclination into a career.

First the story must well up from the unconscious and clamor to be told.  Building on this necessary starting point which cannot be controlled, comes the work of turning the idea into a manuscript, which very much can be controlled.  He tells of hard work, physical and mental, discipline, patience, and the importance of reading widely.

Murakami’s novels contain elements of magical realism, but he may not think of them as such because unexplainable epiphanies are part of his real life.  When watching his favorite underdog baseball team, he saw the batter connect with a satisfying crack and at that moment his mind opened and he “knew” he would write a novel despite never having thought about it beforehand.

This engaging collection of articles published as chapters, such as “Who Do I Write For?” will appeal to the reader who has enjoyed Murakami’s quirky, inciteful novels.  It will also appeal to anyone who has ever thought about turning an idea into a novel, short story, or article – the would-be writer.

At an outdoor art fair, a friend and I admired this pendant with the shark motif.  “Do you know what a group of sharks is called?” the jeweler asked.  “A shiver of sharks.”  Ah, another word lover.  We could have guessed.  Her business which deals in jewelry made from ocean glass is named Tossed and Found. 

Struggle vs the Silver Platter

The siren call of the city, the immense energy of the people, the mesmerizing music, the flavors to be savored, the temptations to be felt, all swirl and pulse to bring power and life to Jazz, Toni Morrison’s superb evocation of black life in Harlem in the early 1900’s.

The plot, all of it, is told in the first paragraph.  Violet’s husband Joe has taken a very young woman, Dorcas, as his mistress.  When she tires of him, he kills her.  Violet, full of rage, tries to stab the girl in her coffin. Whew!  But this is not a violent novel filled with nasty characters; it is a heart-breaking tale about vulnerable struggling people.

The story is told from Violet’s point of view, then it is retold considering her upbringing.  The story is told from Joe’s point of view in the present, then retold considering his past.  The story is told from Dorcas’s point of view, then retold considering her childhood. All in gorgeous musical metaphorical language.  Individuals take turns playing solo, taking the lead.  Each time the plot, or theme, reappears, it is related slightly differently, underlining the major influence of the city and jazz.

We learn a lot about the black experience of the time – men beaten down by racism, women working at menial jobs, children searching for unknown parents; but the desire for love, completeness, and connection that emerges is universal.  When Joe and Violet, together again at the end, dance to music floating through the window, there can’t be a dry eye.

Throughout the book is the omniscient narrator who interrupts the plot to comment.  But can we rely on this narrator to tell us the truth? When the story is over, the narrator is not finished and speaks for an additional chapter.  Critics have different ideas about who or what this narrator is.  I would suggest that it is “book” itself as an object or art form that talks directly to the reader about the lack of one true reality and differences in interpretation.  No two people will read – or live – the same experience.

The ending of the novel is wonderfully ambiguous, “If I were able I’d say it.  Say make me, remake me.  You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look.  Look where your hands are. Now.”  Is the book talking to the reader?  Or to the lovers?

Everything Inside by Edwidge Danticat is a collection of short stories, each one depicting an incident typical of current life in Haiti.  There is a kidnapping, a desperate attempt to flee by boat, serious illness treated by a fraudulent “doctor,” assassination of a prime minister, earthquakes, despair. 

The stories are unrelentingly depressing.  It is even more painful to realize that similar articles can be read in Al Jazeera.  Together, they are a representation of a country in chaos.

Is this a collection someone should read?  It is very informative as news about Haiti is not easily found; if you like to read for information, you will get it.  Is it well-written?  Most of the stories are tightly constructed around one emotional incident, as a short story should be. 

Often, Danticat creatively broaches her subject by describing the aftermath of a horrific incident.  In “The Gift,” a woman meets her lover after an earthquake has killed his wife and small daughter and he has lost a leg.  He is wracked with guilt and remorse and can no longer be with her.  She goes home alone and pours a glass of wine from a special bottle they had put aside to enjoy together.  It has gone brown and rancid. 

My favorite story reminds the reader that amidst all the misery particular to a devasted country, there are also the normal problems of life.  In “Sunrise, Sunset,” a grandmother’s Alzheimer’s makes staying at home untenable at a time her daughter suffers from postpartum depression.  Is her dangerous behavior to the new grandson one of the last gifts she will be able to give her beloved daughter?

Danticat has used her talents to express anguish over the state of the country she was born in.  If the first step in solving a problem is to recognize it, she makes her reader do this in a vivid unforgettable way.  Read all at once, the collection is almost numbing in its sadness, but the individual stories are haunting and memorable.

An unusually good-looking man is invited to visit an English country estate where he endears himself (at first) to the inhabitants.  When he disappears from a canoe trip with the wealthy nephew, Detective Inspector Grant of Scotland Yard is called to solve the mystery in To Love and Be Wise by Josephine Tey.

Has he disappeared because of a love triangle?  Maybe it was because a British matron has ensured her daughter and her estate stay in “good” hands?  Not until the very end does Grant solve this mystery with its unexpected ending.

Sometimes when the tension in a mystery builds, I like to skip to the end and have a peek at “whodunit.”  I can then read in a leisurely manner and enjoy the other offerings, such as character and setting, and not gallop through the plot.  In this book, it was lots of fun to do that and enjoy the very discreet, almost imperceptible clues that Tey drops throughout her story.

She is one of those British authors whose intricate plots and comfortable English characters have made her one of the favorites in this genre. In the past, I would have easily given her an A+.  Now, there is a little twinge when I read about the privileged closed world of the British upper class.  I’ve been reading too much Morrison and Danticat.

Aphra Behn (1600’s) was one of the first female English playwrights

Milestone Birthdays

Turning 80 is in the air.  It happened to me – and a friend – recently; others of us are having almost 80 and 80 plus birthdays – all within two months.  It seemed an appropriate time to read The Virtues of Aging by Jimmy Carter.  He and Rosalynn were in their 70’s in 1998 when he wrote it.  He is currently 97, exercising daily, eating carefully, painting, making wine, among many other things.

His advice can be summed up easily – stay active, physically and mentally; involve yourself in social activities; be open to new experiences.  Savor all opportunities for pleasure and adventure.  Old is when we accept substantial limitations on what we can do.  True, some of his suggestions are dated (seniors should spend time learning to use the internet), but the general concepts in the book resonate.

The mention of technology made me wonder how often in the past the old might have turned to the young for information. Was it some oldster who advocated trading in the horse for a car, or like today, did the young lead the way?  We’re usually told that it is the old who pass on their wisdom, and President Carter laments that the young no longer listen, but maybe having knowledge go both ways isn’t that unusual – and something else to keep us young.

I also liked his comment that education should prepare us for a whole life, not just the working years.  Hurray for the liberal arts and being introduced to art, music, and literature, all interests that can stay with us for a lifetime, plus philosophy and sociology to help with lifelong community/political choices.

Following President Carter’s advice to find things that make us happy, I’m suggesting three light mysteries – to be read for fun.  And in the first, there is someone who agrees with him on staying connected.

“Are you getting involved in something?” Jamie asks his wife, Isabel Dalhousie.  “That’s the way it always starts…somebody…asks you….”  In A Distant View of Everything by Alexander McCall Smith, Isabel has again responded to an old friend’s request to solve a problem.

She is the publisher of the philosophical Review of Applied Ethics, and it is this subject which forms the backbone of Smith’s novel.  The thin plot – straightforward and solved with a few phone calls and lunches – is the thread that binds the main character’s stream of consciousness.  Isabel muses on general philosophical problems such as overpopulation, what it feels like to be a fox, the purpose of statues, how easy it is to misjudge a situation.   Her focus however is on what one must or can do to help others in trouble and it is this which causes her to become involved in mysteries.  Despite her philosophical bent, she is a practical woman with a husband and two small children who volunteers in her niece’s deli.  In the novel we watch Isabel attempt to apply her philosophical principles to everyday life.

This is not a book for someone who wants a compelling fast-moving plot.  It is meant for the philosophers among us who enjoy a slow moving, thoughtful ramble with a small amount of mystery.  The novel is number eleven in the Isabel Dalhousie collection, one of McCall Smith’s many popular series.

A ninety-year-old woman who loves to read mysteries and helps to write them is a congenial main character for a reader who has just turned 80 and also loves mysteries. Although Peggy Smith is dead when we meet her in Postscript Murders by Elly Griffiths, much of the story revolves around her.  

Several mystery writers who have used her help as a “murder consultant” are also found dead; all have received a mysterious postcard saying, “We are coming for you.”  Three improbable sleuths, a home health carer from the Ukraine, an ex-monk who would like a girlfriend, and a retiree in a rest home join forces to solve the crimes.

This is the second in the Brighton England series starring DS Harbinder Kaur, the gay Indian detective who tries to keep the three new friends safe while the police investigate in this charming literary mystery.

How many iterations of the Sherlock Holmes story can there be?  The latest I know is Elementary, a Netflix special where Dr Watson has been turned into a female drug counselor and Sherlock is a recovering addict.

In the 90’s, Laurie King had a different idea. 

In her imaginative novels, starting with The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, she gave Sherlock a young wife, the brilliant talented Mary Russell.  Twenty years later, in The Murder of Mary Russell, she changes her mind and kills her off – or does she? 

This cozy mystery is full of feints and misdirection, starting with the title.  It is not Mary who is the main character, but Mrs. Hudson, the reliable motherly housekeeper who has been with Sherlock since his story started.  But why would such a respectable woman have a visit from an unsavory character claiming to be her son, telling tales of shipwreck and hidden treasure?

Doubly fun, this “historical fiction” creates a lively back story for one of the popular supporting figures in the Sherlock saga.

Birthday celebrations plus the holidays have made me wonder why we say special words before drinking.  Why alcohol?  Why not before something traditionally special to eat, like honey or meat?

Do all cultures have the ritual of a toast?  Prost! Salut! Or the most recent that I have learned, Okole Maluna!  (Bottoms to the Moon or Bottoms Up).   

I think the answer must be complicated and I’ll let you think about it – but not during the next Cheers worthy occasion.

Never too old…

Dealing with the Unexpected

As older adults, the Burgess siblings, Jim and the younger twins, Bob and Susan, still live under the pressure of a childhood tragedy.  A community of Somali refugees, living near Susan in small town Maine, suffers the more recent scars of a brutal war.  

In The Burgess Boys by Elizabeth Strout, the thoughtless act of a friendless teenager brings the two groups together with an impact that upends their lives.

Alienation and loneliness are emotions not only the Somalis feel, but also the Burgesses when they move to New York, don’t like their work, get divorced, can’t stand one another, or disapprove of the other’s lifestyle.  Common problems are magnified by the long-lasting burden of the childhood loss. But family ties remain and when trouble comes, they draw together.

Juxtaposed with the Burgess family are the Somalis who also draw together in this land of confusion and strangeness where they have been forced to flee for their lives.  Americans tend to think immigrants should be grateful to be here, but the homesick immigrants often see things differently.  Americans are so individualistic (selfish). Children speak confidently (entitled and disrespectful). Strangers look you in the eye and smile (rude).  This section reminded me of Homeland Elegies by Ayad Akhtar where the Muslim immigrants had similar observations.

Strout’s strong point is her ability to bring her characters to life.  When the novel was over, I felt that I knew the Burgess family very well.

A glamorous Hollywood movie star who could invent a torpedo guidance system seems like an anomaly even today. The Only Woman in the Room by Marie Benedict is the historical fiction of actress Hedy Lamarr who in the 1940’s did that and was dismissed by those who would have benefitted. 

Lamarr was born in Vienna and raised in a cultured middle-class family of Jewish descent who navigated the politics of Austria between the wars.  As a child, she loved to tinker with mechanical things and was stunningly gorgeous.  Which of those characteristics would dominate? It was interesting to see what in the culture, the times, her personal circumstances brought her beauty to the fore first, and then as opportunity shifted, her suppressed scientific interests reemerged.

Benedict struggles to hold the three distinct parts of the book together as the first section deals with the rise of the Nazis, the second, Hedy’s time in Hollywood, and the third her scientific achievements.  I found the book mediocre but was very interested in the questions it raised about historical fiction.  How much latitude is an author allowed in fleshing out facts to make a good story?  Is it disconcerting to have the made-up information woven so seamlessly we can’t tell fact from fiction?  I might prefer a Hamnet, where there is a starting fact (yes, there was a Shakespeare who wrote Hamlet) but the other personal information is obviously made up.  Maybe historical fiction works better if it is written about someone who lived centuries ago rather than decades.

Benedict is interested in women whose technological accomplishments have been marginalized. In Hedy Lamarr, she finds someone who is ignored not only because she is female, but also especially beautiful and a movie star besides. Three prejudices in one.

Susan Sarandon has produced a documentary, Bombshell, The Hedy Lamarr Story, covering similar material plus emphasizing that Hedy’s patented information underlays the development of cell phones and Bluetooth.

In Singing the Sadness by Reginald Hill, PI Joe Sixsmith travels to Wales with his church choir planning on a long, pleasant weekend with friends and (hopefully) soon-to-be fiancée.

But a different tune is sung, and Joe discovers in the tiny town of Llanffugiol the discordant notes of arson, murder, drugs, and pedophilia. When he heroically rescues a young woman from a burning house, his involvement is guaranteed.

Joe thinks to himself in metaphor and cliché and rambles when he speaks to others. “You played the cards the dealer gave you… knocked back by what felt like a Pearl Harbor attack out of a clear blue sky… unsteadiness of a round-the-world sailor finally hitting home.”  But when he thinks about his case, he succinctly gets to the point and helps the local constabulary solve the mystery.

It takes an alert reader to follow him and to keep track of the many characters in this intricate mystery.  Easy-to-like Joe heads a large, varied cast.

Reasons To Read

Stevens sits by the ocean at sunset waiting for the colorful lights of the pier to be turned on.  His neighbor on the bench, appreciating the view, speaks to him.  “Evening is the very best time of day,” he says. “It is what most people look forward to.” 

When the speaker later refers to retirement, we realize that his “day” is symbolic. People look forward to completing their work life and anticipate satisfaction and comfort.  But what happens when a person looks back and finds the disquieting fear that all effort was for the wrong thing?  Such is the plight of the main character in Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro.

Stevens is the quintessential English butler who served at the end of World War I, when the grand houses were still occupied by the nobility.  He gave up all thought of a personal life to completely inhabit his role.  Service to a great man at the center of power, to someone working for noble things, was the highest achievement.  Now, both the great man and his reputation are gone; the idealistic world they lived in is gone; the woman who loved him is gone; and he is left alone to consider his past.

This wonderful story is told in the quiet restrained manner Stevens would have approved of.  In addition to a perfect tone, Ishiguro uses nature to echo the scenes.  When Stevens meets for the last time the woman he has frozen out, it is raining.  As he contemplates his remaining days, it is sunset.  Although the setting is of a time long gone, the fear of having wasted your life is universal. 

A book like this is my favorite kind – easy to read on the surface but thoughtful and perceptive.  Exploring the large questions of life in literary fiction is one of the best reasons to read.

Totally different is Hooked by Michael Moss detailing what the fast-food industry does to make us crave their burger, fries, and coke.  Chock full of information, this work of nonfiction discusses scientific concepts in an easy-to-understand manner, big words excluded.  Why is it that some people gorge on potato chips and others can eat just one?

Can fast foods be as addictive as cigarettes and cocaine?  Moss explores our genetics and what we are programmed to desire in food by eons of evolution. Storing fat for times of famine. Getting the most calories possible from the least effort. Variety (think leaves, bulbs, fruit, and the occasional rodent) to ensure all needed nutrients.

Fast forward to the ubiquitous availability of cheap sweet fatty foods in unending variety (New! Improved!).  I counted approximately fifteen kinds of Coca Cola along with orange, ginger, and garlic (!) being tested in other countries. Big Food deploys an army of scientists to figure out how to exploit natural desires developed over millennia.  As with other addictions, science is unable to say why some people are happy with one Oreo and others must have the whole bag, but will-power is not the reason.

Reading non-fiction for information, whether to keep up with new things or learn about the past, is an excellent reason to tackle a meaty book, magazine, or news article.

A spectral woman in grey who walks through walls, suspicious college students who disappear, mysterious suicides, tales of the plague from the 1400’s, these are some of the aspects of The Locked Room, the most recent mystery by Elly Griffiths.

Written in 2020, it resurrects experiences from our own plague.  Woven into the story are the first intimations of a pandemic.  Next come experiences all too familiar.  Ruth is a professor and a single mother who must learn to teach online plus instruct and entertain her daughter who will miss graduation festivities as she leaves elementary school. Friends meet outside, two meters apart (this is England), bring their own wine glasses which they put on the ground to be filled.  Yikes! that is what we did as we worked to maintain social contacts.

This was a great story whose plot (even the title) echoes what we remember from that year – lockdowns, fear of illness, closing of public facilities, loneliness and suicide.  Is it too soon to read it?  The book did bring back the anxiety of that first year.

But I loved this series and binged this summer and fall and read all fifteen!  What makes a reader connect so strongly with one particular set of characters?  There is the occasional similarity – Ruth has only one child, a bright, lively daughter; she prefers ginger cats; she mentions some of the same authors I like; she even orders the same brand of ethically sourced toilet paper (maybe that is pushing it). I don’t think it is the similarities themselves but the attitudes and choices they represent. 

We term the mystery “cozy” because we are comfortable and at home in it.  We can relax–-a very valid reason to read a good book.

Sometimes we read because words themselves are so interesting: “Fossicking” at flea markets. 

And sometimes we read because we want some fun.

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