Tuesday, 31 January 2017: Suzanne’s
The second (or, rather, other) book in our annual Christmas / New Year double-header.
Tuesday, 31 January 2017: Suzanne’s
It’s Christmas / New Year double-header time again!
Tuesday, 29 November 2016: Marion’s
The mood of the meeting was suitably festive and the people there regrouped rather well after the comparative indifference of our previous meeting. Good food, company and a bloody good book helped enormously!
The good people is Hannah Kent’s second novel. She received much-deserved acclaim for her first book – Burial rights – with gongs including the Australian Book Industry (ABI) literary fiction award and the people’s choice in the 2014 Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards. Burial rights was also shortlisted for other awards (The Guardian first book award etc.) as well as being well-liked by members of this book group (Book 183, December 2014).
In similar vein to the first book, The good people is set in the first part of the nineteenth century amongst simple rural folk living in an isolated community – this time in a Flesk River valley near Killarney, Ireland. The plot is based upon real events and the unfolding of the story is facilitated by the author’s excellent research. Just as Agnes Magnusdottir (Burial rights) is incarcerated and ‘sent up’ to be tried for the crime of murder, so too are the main female characters in The good people: Nora Leahy and Nance Roche.
The background story is that Nora’s daughter has died but her four-year-old son (Micheal) is affected by muscle wastage and intellectual disability – probably caused by his family’s lack of access to proper nourishment (although Helen thinks maybe Tuberculosis) and adequate medical services. The care of Micheal is left to (grandmother) Nora who becomes increasingly fragile and isolated by a community convinced that the boy is a curse and will therefore cause bad fortune in the guise of crop failure and personal misfortune.
Nora is distraught when her husband dies suddenly and she eventually seeks help from a young woman, Mary Clifford, to care for the boy and help with the farm work. Ultimately convinced that Micheal is a ‘changeling’, Nora seeks help from ‘handy woman’ Nance, who pronounces the boy ‘faery’ and agrees to perform rituals designed to banish the changeling and restore the ‘real’ Micheal to his grandmother. In a risky attempt to “put the faery out of him”, Nance accidentally (?) drowns Micheal and the two women find themselves before the ‘beak’ with Mary’s testimony before them.
The author appears to have a fascination for the time-period, the plight of women, and courtroom drama. A number of additional themes are explored in this latest offering including: survival in a ‘community’ of impoverished people dependent upon monoculture (you can imagine how tough it must have been, later, in the 1850s during the potato famine); the role of superstition, healers, midwives and ‘handy women’ in the treatment of folk unable to access mainstream medical services; the role of the church in ameliorating superstition (at the risk of replacing it with another layer of superstition and dogma); and the plight of families with a disabled child. These elements are the backdrop for the exploration of something darker and more sinister: the unravelling of a community and the subsequent evaporation of fairness and compassion once fear is fuelled by ignorance and ‘folk lore’. Just as social media can be the touchstone for hysteria and misinformation in modern society, so too does idle gossip and the machinations of bullies and opportunists play a role in the diminishment of the community portrayed in The good people. Another avenue explored by Hannah Kent is the role of incompetent but insistent ‘leaders’ such as Nance Roche and Father Healy.
Essentially everyone really liked this book to a degree. With a ‘low’ score of 7- things are on the up-&-up. There was much discussion about: Irish traditions and folk-lore – and present-day remnants of these; the tolerance and intolerance exhibited by people in times of adversity; the emergence of “good neighbours” such as Peg who seem to be themselves no matter the obstacles; and the tension between Church and Paganist when the chips are down.
Not all the talk was positive. Helen and Suzanne decried the lack of political context for the book – although this sort of coverage might have turned the book into a weighty tome. There was also discussion about the stereotypical roles played by women in such matters as the care of Micheal. Ultimately, though, these were minor criticisms in the grand scheme of things and we were content, at last, to have a ‘juicy’ book – well written with a story skilfully spun and characters which were beautifully developed – to discuss.
The evening was punctuated with stories of the Irish heritage of most of us in the room. Maybe this accounted for a certain bias? In any case, the scores were as below:
Helen 8; Wendy 9; Karen 8; Marion 8; Suzanne 9; Simon 8; Jan- 8; Christine 7.5; Charles 7.5; Judith 7. Average 8.
Thanks, once again, to Marion and Roland for being such wonderful hosts. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Note from the Purple Book Authorities: There is no mention in the above report of the emergence of Half Marks. Letters will be sent …
The third book by Junot Diaz – a man born in the Dominican Republic and raised in New Jersey. Junot is the author The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, which won the 2008 Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award.
The book consists of nine short stories featuring the irrepressible Yunior (Junot in other words?): The sun, the moon, the stars (young man takes girlfriend to Santo Domingo in a vain attempt to salvage their relationship); Nilda (Junior covets his brother’s girlfriend); Alma (Alma learns from Junior’s diary that he has been cheating from her- again); Otravida otravez (Immigrant woman who works at a laundromat discovers evidence of her lover’s infidelity- the smell of another woman on his clothes. I’m pretty sure that she is (Junior’s father) Ramon’s lover- but I am probably wrong); Flaca (Veronica meets Junior at a college class and their relationship lasts for a couple of years until it ends- badly); The Para principle (Junior’s brother, Rafa, battles leukaemia; Junior eventually marries Rafa’s ex-girlfriend, Para; Rafa moves back into his mother’s place, having left at an earlier date, and steals her money); Invierno (set in Junior’s early days when his family is settling in the US); Miss Lora (High- school-age Junior has relationship with Miss Lora, a neighbour who eventually becomes a substitute teacher at his school); The cheater’s guide to love (Junior is caught out in his infidelities by his girlfriend who finds email evidence of many lovers- “… fifty fucking girls, Goddam”).
This is a book written from the perspective of the other; the immigrant. The short stories were enjoyed by most of the book group- who might well have found their opinions to be echoed by Sukhdev Sandhu –he of the English Tele- “Junot Díaz’s short story collection is so sharp, so bawdy, so raw with emotion, and so steeped in the lingo and rhythms of working-class Latino life that it makes most writing that crosses the Atlantic seem hopelessly desiccated by comparison.”
There were many positive comments such as “(the book) provided- insights into another world; featured fabulous use of street language (“… having a girl on the end of your dick for four months” etc.); graphic insights into 3rd world USA; wonderful conversations on infidelity accompanied by lurid language; and (interestingly) that the book was “not sexist but showed the errors of sexist ways”.
There was agreement that the stand-out stories included Otravida otravez and Miss Lora- possibly because these stories featured the best-drawn characters and the standard of the descriptive writing was very good. Indeed the writing, overall, was descriptive and somewhat lacking in prose. For me, many of the characters were not all that well developed and Junior’s infidelities became less entertaining –and eventually repetitively annoying. On might observe that Junior has perfect insight into his philandering but monumentally poor judgement.
Scores were as follows- Simon- 7; Karen- 6; Christine- 7; Helen- 8; Judith- 7; Jane- 6; Charles- 4; Wendy- 8; Suzanne- 8; Marion- 8. Average- 6.9.
Thanks to Judith for being such a wonderful host in extremis. Welcome back to Mark who provided the insight of the outsider- not having read the book- a perspective which got us all thinking. Marks’ question (loosely translated)- as to whether we would be so happy with Junot’s writing/ language/ attitudes to women- if he were a Lebanese immigrant from Sydney’s Southwest- was interesting.
It took a while before we got around to talking about Lisa See’s 1995 family biography (/biographical fiction) On gold mountain, partly because few of us had read it from cover-to-cover and partly because those who had read it were less than excited about it. (Indeed a couple of us had started to read the book only to stop due to lack of interest!) Other more stimulating topics were preferred – like Marion’s recent trip to the Deep North and the US presidential elections. To be honest, though, and with all due respect to the author, we might have been a tad more animated had we held forth on the Hawaiian Tree Snail.
And so to the book. Someone-or-other from the Bloomsbury Publishing group enthused:
This sweeping chronicle of five generations of a Chinese-American family encompasses stories of adventure and heartache, racism and romance, secret marriages and sibling rivalries. On Gold Mountain is a powerful social history of two cultures meeting in a new world.
The See story saga begins in the mid-1800s as Lisa’a great-great-grandfather makes the journey to California to provide herbal remedies for Chinese workers hired to build the transcontinental railway. The story quickly moves to Great-Grandfather Fong See and his relationship with Letticie (Ticie) Pruett who assists him in business deals with American contacts and later becomes his ‘wife’ in a contractual arrangement designed to dodge laws which prevented Chinese men from marrying ‘white’ women. From this point there is a very detailed set of family stories which extend for about 450 pages of densely packed writing interspersed with some professionally taken photographs (no happy snaps for the See family). Towards the end of the book one is obliged to refer often to the family tree provided in the preface to the book to keep up with each and every new relative as the timeline extends towards the 2000s.
On gold mountain has become something of a best seller in the United States where it has become a focal point for discussions about the immigrant experience. Indeed there is: a popular travelling museum exhibit which features See family artifacts; an Opera (Gold Mountain) based on the book – with music by Nathan Wang and libretto by Lisa See; a companion book by Lisa See – Shanghai girls; and, yes, a few YouTube spinoffs including this one at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bxphvFYA7k
As per the Bloomsbury blurb lots of themes are revisited in this book: Letticie as a strong woman (amongst other strong female characters – Sissee and Carolyn etc.) with business acumen who refuses to become subservient to the whims of Fong See; the racist laws of the day which denied Chinese people entry into the United States; actrocities wrought upon Chinese workers – starting with the infamous 1885 Rock Springs massacre in Wyoming; the experience of the Chinese immigrant (again with the experience of the ‘other!) and the ‘exotic’ nature of the See family and friends embodied, in particular, by Anna May Wong and Ray and Eddie See (the latter being Lisa’s grandfather).
The book is an extensive collection of one family’s stories combined with a bunch of facts which provide both context and back-story. What could possibly go wrong? Well, essentially the book was not embraced by the book group. It’s not as though we poured scorn upon the wretched thing; we either just lacked enthusiasm for it or were bored by it.
There was consensus that Lisa See’s work revealed a competent writer – but not one who could hold the reader for extended periods. Some of us were put off by the biographical fiction parts of the book. Indeed entire chapters appear to have been written on the basis of a few facts and vague family stories and recollections that have been gleaned by the author over the years. The chapter Anna May Wong Speaks from the grave (or some-such) is an example which gives cause for the reader to wonder just where the facts stop and the fiction commences. Most agreed that the book was interesting at first – but became a bit of a slog as more and more family members and ‘historical fictions’ were wheeled out in the ensuing pages. As with Sylvie Simmons’ book about the late, great Leonard Cohen from earlier in the year, On gold mountain was over-inclusive and a more-than-a-tad too long. To paraphrase Judith, and not for the first time: Could have done with a good editor.
So that was it. The group did their best to push the discussion on but eventually things ground to a halt and tea and (very good) cakes arrived as a blessing. Scores are as below.
Scores- Helen- 5; Jane- 4; Karen- 4; Charles- 6. Average: 4.8.
NB: A pressing matter which required input from the rank-&-file related to the eligibility of those who had only partially read the book to pass comment and, ultimately, to provide a score out of ten. In the end we came up with a cunning solution: henceforth known as the 50% rule which states: only those who have read more than half the book may provide a score. This rule shall henceforth be known as Rule #2, in addition to Rule #1– the whole-number score rule (e.g. a score of 6.5 must become a 6 or a 7- the reader cannot sit of the fence).
Thanks to Simon & Helen for being such wonderful hosts.
With this book Anthony Doerr won the 2015 Pulitzer Prize for fiction. Evidently this is worth $10,000 in the hand – plus God knows what else in sales. The prize is supposed to be provided to reward “distinguished fiction by an American author, preferably dealing with American life”. So, with a bit of luck, Doerr receiving a gong for a book which barely mentions America or Americans means that the criteria are being relaxed? A cynic might say, however, that this WAS an American book dressed up in European clothing.
The setting for All the light … is WW2 Europe, where the main characters are either refugees (the blind Marie Laure and her doting father) escaping Paris for the relative calm of San Malo, where brother/uncle Etienne has a large house, or reluctant troops in the Nazi war machine (Werner and his pal Frank Volkheimer) who wander peripatetically around the theatres of war searching out radio signals from ‘resistance fighters’ and other ‘enemy’ soldiers. Essentially Marie-Laure’s dad has been given the enormously valuable Sea of Flames diamond (by his employers at the Paris Museum of Natural History) which he is to smuggle to London so that it doesn’t fall into the hands of the invading Nazis. There are many more characters and quite a few twists to the plot which inexorably draws Marie-Laure and Werner together at a time when San Malo is being dismantled by war and the dastardly SMajor Von Rumpol is desperately seeking the diamond. This meeting resonates particularly because, as the reader knows, Werner used to listen regularly to radio broadcasts, on various topics of wonder, performed by (uncle) Etienne from his San Malo home.
There was agreement that this was a somewhat sentimental sort of book which irked some but only mildly annoyed others. Most agreed that the book featured some well-drawn characters: especially that of Werner. Alas, other characters seemed not quite real with Marie Laure being like some romantic creation (read realism-meets-fantasy). Similarly SMajor Von Rumpel was drawn as an archetypal moustache-twirling baddie. The story lines were quite well constructed – although some found the tiny bites offered up in the endless ‘chapterettes’ got to be a bit tiresome after a while. The writing also got to be a bit stilted, even flowery, which gave the book the feel of a melodrama – or maybe one of Jules Verne’s books.
Doerr certainly knew his stuff and much of the book appears to have been well-researched. It is possible that the author was familiar with every bridge and potential obstacle to blind people in central Paris and San Malo and may well have become an expert on subjects a wide-ranging as early twentieth century locks and indoctrination methods used in the Hitler Youth. And yet there were some clangers: the characters spoke in a sort of American lingo – which was a real turn-off for some of us. Similarly Simon will never forgive the scene where Werner, Frank and company are trapped in the cellar of an ancient hotel with bits of yet-to-be-invented rebar hanging about them.
The combination of myths (Sea of Flames; Smugglers and brutish dogs on the beaches of Britany) and Jules Verne worked for some – albeit in a boys-own sort of way. There were a few plot red herrings – like the one-legged man on the train toward the end of the book- where the author had a bit of a playful ‘lend’ of us by echoing Werner’s unfortunate demise. Ultimately, though, the development and fate of characters such as Werner, uncle Etienne, the people of San Malo, and the people whom Werner had left behind in Germany kept many of us turning the pages with interest.
There was much discussion about the endless number of books about WW-2. Alas it seems that we will never quite digest the horror of that monumental series of horrors – except in the small instalments offered up in the numerous media available to us. There was also discussion about the indoctrination of young and vulnerable people into the Hitler Youth movement: doubtless the same sort of insanity that occurs in recent times with the dreaded ISIS – and other cults.
The book drew a broad range of comments from the rank-&-file. Indeed the two book group people who were not present at the meeting outlined the diversity by commenting, respectively: “… overly sentimental”- 3/10 (Christine); and “… wonderful”- 9/10 (Suzanne). Other scores were as follows: Wendy 7; Helen 6; Marion 7; Judith 5; Karen 7; Helen 6; Simon 5; Joanne 5; Jane 7; Charles 7.
Average = 6.2.
28 June 2016, Helen and Simon’s fancy new place in Big Town
Helen and Simon hosted the book group for the June discussion of Viet Thanh Nguyen’s The Sympathizer (sic). It was the first book group meeting in their new home in Islington and so was something of a house-warming. Fittingly the book drew a range of comments and quite a deal of hearty discussion.
This book, tagged as a tragi-comedy, won the 2016 Pulitzer Prize in the ‘fiction’ category. It certainly has a number of fans and the review by Philip Caputo in the New York Times was lavish with its praise.
Essentially this book can be divided up into three bits: The first part deals with the exit of a select band of South Vietnamese troops and their families and the subsequent abandonment of others during the fall of Saigon. Here we meet three close friends: ‘The Captain’ (the book’s narrator), Bon and Man – young men with different political sensibilities who nonetheless have forged strong bonds of friendship.
The second part deals with the settlement of the refugees, including the Captain, Bon and ‘The General’ – who had fled Saigon – and the establishment of a new quasi-military force in exile in the United States. During this stage we learn that The Captain is determined to pursue his role as a ‘sleeper’ in a spy network tasked with keeping an eye on possible insurgents who may return to Vietnam to launch a counter revolution. In this part of the book The Captain participates in the making of a movie (‘The Hamlet’) which is destined to become a typically revisionist Hollywood flick despite his best efforts to infuse an Asian sensibility.
In the book’s third phase The Captain returns with a group of guerrillas, advised by the shady Claude (a CIA operative), who re-enter Vietnam under a vague pretext but are quickly captured and sent to a ‘re-education’ camp by soldiers of the Vietnamese People’s Army. In a plot twist The Captain and Bon become guests of the camp Commandant – who turns out, somewhat conveniently, to be their old friend, Man.
Most book group members liked this book. All agreed that the fall of Saigon was masterfully described and the terror of the fleeing refugees and their subsequent feelings of defeat and alienation had the ring of authenticity. Many appreciated the tension built by the author in the depiction of many traumatic scenes, each explored in increasing detail as the three sections of the book were unveiled. This included the evolving story of the ‘interrogation’ and subsequent rape of a female Vietcong operative with the full terror only being realised in the book’s extended finale in the re-education camp. There was also an appreciation of the author’s exposure of the duality of the main characters, especially The Captain. The portrayal of Claude as a master spook and agent provocateur was also seen as a highlight.
There were also accolades for the constant humour in the book: especially The Captain’s observations and comments. The behaviour of the ‘apparitions’ of the Crapulent Major and Sunny (both executed by The Captain during the book’s second phase) were particularly enjoyed. Finally there was an appreciation of Viet Thanh Nguyen’s ability to write with great insight about themes such: as the plight of ‘the other’ (the ‘gook’; the half-caste); the extent of The Captain’s hatred of his father; and this intense love for his mother; and the transcendence of the friendship between The Captain, Bon and Man.
And so there was much to discuss whether you liked the book or not. Of course the book had its detractors. The problem for these folk, me included, was not with the first section: all agreed that the fall of Saigon was dealt with very well indeed. Judith had problems with the author’s dense writing style (lengthy adjectival phrases included) and found his ‘overwriting’, a problem identified by a number of us, to be “all too tedious”. For others the book just banged on a bit, once the second section entered its hundredth-or-so page, with the final section rabbiting on like the drone of some unrelenting wind. For me the main problem was that Thank Nguyen’s wry comments and humour wore thin after the first section and the book became somewhat predictable. Character development was also a little underdone.
The scores were as follows:
Suzanne 7; Marian 9; Helen 8; Jane 7; Karen 6; Simon 8; Wendy 6; Judith 4; Charles 5. Average was 6.7.
31 May 2016, at Jane’s
The scheduled book was The Sympathizer, by Viet Thanh Nguyen. However, due to availability issues this was switched to William Boyd’s Sweet Caress. This lovely review by Charles.
T’were a dark and stormy night as we arrived at Jane’s to discuss William Boyd’s Sweet Caress. The average mark for this biographical novel was 6.2 which, quipped one who shall remain nameless (Wendy, I think), was an example of “the damning of faint praise”.
The book has its problems which I will outline in more detail below. Despite valid criticisms the book did have its fans (me included). For other readers, though, it did not meet expectations.
The main character and narrator in the book is the fictional Amory Clay, whose life – from first baby steps to several years before her death- unfolds before us in a series of chronological segments (1912-1934 and so on). Along the way we are introduced to her family, her lovers and her friends with the backdrop of history: Berlin prior to World War II; The Vietnam War; and so on. Daddy, a traumatised survivor of the Great War, is a depressed man who attempts to kill himself and Amory whilst (apparently) in a dissociated state. Siblings Peggy (aka Dido) and Alexander (aka Xan or Marjory) are equally well developed characters as are lovers such as Lockwood Mower, Cleveland Frintzi; Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau and husband Sholto Farr.
Curiously it is the main character, Amory, who lacks credibility. Many of our group commented that she did not ring true and that it is a little too obvious that ‘she’ is a figure of a man’s imagination. It is true, for example, that Amory describes each of her lovers’ penises in some detail; something that, according to the women book club members, a woman would never do. (Discuss!) There were other curious bits to this book which made it somewhat enigmatic. For example Amory is supposed to be a famous photographer but examples of ‘her’ work, which are inserted amongst the story line look, at best, like ‘happy snaps’.
There was, as well, very little consistency in style within Amory’s photographic portfolio. Some of the shots –such as the one of Miss Veronica Presser- are truly awful (not to say weird) while other shots, as Jo reminds us, show subjects in clothing/ situations which do not match the relevant time period. The mingling of fictional characters with real ones also did not always work well. A further problem arose with the under-development of the characters of Amory’s daughters- Blythe and Annie.
And so many of us were caught up with criticism of the Amory character while others found the sometimes odd photos to be utterly distracting. Others said that the book was a bit bland -or even boring- and/or lacked the expertise and humour of other works by the author (i.e. Boyd): it did not, for them, live up to expectations.
There is no way back from such condemnation, you’d think. Time for tea and cake; nothing to see here. There was no-one harbouring a strong dislike for the book though. And, oddly, Amory appeared to have worked her way into the hearts of those gathered like WD-40 into the grooves of a rusted bolt.
I regret that we did not take more time to unpack this mood. What was it that drew us to Amory despite her failings as a character in a book? For some of us, of course, Sweet Caress was a guilty pleasure: well written with great characters. True enough, Amory is a strange bird, but it may be that singular characters have their own charm. Maybe, also, Amory’s near death experience at the hand of her father was the defining moment at which she recognised her mortality and impressed upon her a need for authenticity? As for the photographs … well you’ve got me there.
The scores were either 6s or 7s. Average was 6.2. Thank s to Jane for hosting the group.
Aap kaise ho.
The good people gathered at Jo’s for the April book club meeting discussed Sunjeev Sahota’s The Year of the Runaways. My copy, at least, has a short quote on the cover from Salman Rushdie who enthused “…All you can do is surrender, happily to its power”. I’m sure that all of us would agree that the book had a powerful set of messages and many would agree with the “happy” imperative. As usual there was a lively discussion with a range of opinions being expressed about the book and also the broader subjects of immigration, exploitation, economic slavery, and politics of maintaining the status quo.
Those who were keen on this book agreed that they liked its structure in which the progress of the main characters- three male Indian immigrants to the UK (Avtar, Randeep and Tochi) and a British woman (Narinder)- was regularly paused so that the backstories and other historical elements could be explored. Most felt that this was a rich piece of story-telling in which issues such as stigma, discrimination and the treatment of the “other” were examined. All agreed that this was a rather gut-wrenching novel with the men engaged in the daily grind of finding work and avoiding mistreatment and apathy from others while Narinder was torn between her family and her need to “serve” in the Sikh tradition. The story was made more dramatic because each of the men had dodgy visas and Avtar was in debt to an Indian moneylender with access to ‘enforcers’ in the UK.
There was general agreement that the character of Narinder was well developed although most felt that Tochi was a little underdone. There was also agreement that the characters of Avtar and Randeep were not always clearly differentiated and so it was easy to confuse these two in some parts of the book. Perhaps this was a conscious effort by the author and is a nod to the sea of visa-less immigrants who are all in the same state of flux and desperation. Sahota’s exploration of subjects such as ‘caste’ and ‘class’ was appreciated as was his unrelenting depiction of long-term Indian immigrants as only vaguely sympathetic to their countrymen.
There was some criticism of the writing style used by Sunjeev Sahota which is, more often than not, lacking in prose. For some of us the characters of Avtar and Randeep were unsympathetic; a problem given that their stories occupied so much of the book. Many of us also felt that the ending to the book was abrupt and presented almost as a clumsy afterthought. Basically the narratives of the main characters were suddenly truncated at a point where Narinder’s brother is on the verge of violence (again) and Avtar is about to have his foot amputated, has been prescribed insulin and has some dire medical condition due to earlier surgery to remove a kidney. The book suddenly fast-forwards to the epilogue ten years hence.
The diversity of opinions is reflected in the scores as follows:
Wendy 8; Marion 8; Judith 6; Karen 7; Helen 7; Simon 6; Joanne 6; Jane 7; Charles 6. Average = 6.8.