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REVIEW: THE ACCURSED by Joyce Carol Oates

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Joyce Carol Oates is often heralded as the Queen of American Gothic, at least of modern days writers.  Recently she has focused her efforts on short stories and editing collections of others’ short stories.  This offering is a hefty novel that she began working on nearly 30 years ago while living near Princeton, NJ.

Set in 1905, on the campus of the storied Ivy League campus, the narrative bounces between its privileged residents.  Woodrow Wilson is president of the college (not yet president of the US) and he is dealing with rival administrator Andrew West.    Excerpts of the diary of Mrs. Adelaide McLean Burr (related to Aaron Burr) reveal a troubled woman whose view on the strange events is unlikely to be trustworthy.  The actions of Upton Sinclair intersperse the chapters.  But the main characters are Josiah and Annabel Slade.  The brother and sister seem to be at the center of bizarre happenings in the area.

Oates (barely) advances the story with vague, uneasy scenes like these:

Though the men certainly could not have been described as struggling together, in any sense of the phrase, it somehow happened that, as Winslow Slade sought to take hold of Woodrow Wilson’s (flailing) arm, to calm him, the younger man shrank from him as if in fright; causing the jade snuffbox to slip from his fingers onto a tabletop, and a cloud of aged snuff was released, of such surprising potency both men began to sneeze; very muh as if a malevolent spirit had escaped from the little box.

Unexpectedly then, both Woodrow Wilson and Winslow Slade suffered fits of helpless sneezing, until they could scarcely breathe, and their eyes brimmed with tears, and their hearts pounded with a lurid beat eager to burst.

And the austere old grandfather clock against a farther wall softly chimed the surprising hour of one — unheard.   Pg. 44

The book is just under 700 pages long and it is slow going.  I slogged through it, in hopes that once the complex background of characters is set that something would happen.  Instead there are only the occasional references to something happening somewhere else.  Still, I was determined to finish the book.  Perhaps there would be an amazing twist that would bring it all into focus.  But on page 321, I understood what Dorothy Parker meant when she said “This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly — it should be thrown with great force.”  Two characters are having an exchange about deductive reasoning and Sherlock Holmes is discussed.  As a Holmes fanatic, I was pretty excited.  Then this happened….

“Recall, the ‘mysterious behavior’ of the Hound of the Baskervilles, that did not bark as it might have been expected to bark?  In this case, the Wilsons’ portly greyhound Hannibal — (which the undergraduates call ‘Box-on-Legs) — behaved in a more conventional canine fashion by howling inexplicably — and very loudly — in the night, upon several occasions just last week.”  Pg. 321

What is known as the “curious incident of the dog in the night-time” is NOT from The Hound of the Baskervilles.  It is from “Silver Blaze.”  The stablemaster John Straker is known to the dog and therefore does not bark, despite the horseman’s nefarious plans.  Just to make sure that this would not become character flaw that is pointed out later, I gritted my teeth and read on.  To no avail.  I read about another 20 pages, but I couldn’t justify reading any more of it when there are just so many books in my TBR pile.

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As the Queen of the Modern Gothic, Oates should have known better.  And if she didn’t, her editors should have caught it.  I suppose there is a slight chance that the character is corrected later — and if anyone who has read it knows, please leave a comment.

Otherwise, I say skip this one.

Many thanks to Ecco for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062231703
ISBN10: 0062231707
Imprint: Ecco
On Sale: 3/5/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 688
$27.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: DEATH IN THE VINES by M. L. Longworth

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Every summer reading list needs a cozy mystery.  This one is nestled in the community of Aix-en-Provence.  Magistrate Verlaque oversees Commissioner Paulik’s investigation of a possible wine theft.  A local vineyard is stunned to discover a number of irreplaceable bottles from its cellar.

Soon local law enforcement will wish the only crime they had to investigate was so innocuous.  Mme D’Arras has gone missing and her husband is beside himself with worry.  Unfortunately she will not return home from her wanderings like she has so many times before.  Pauline D’Arras is found dead in a vineyard.  Was it an accident?  Did she snoop too much at her neighbors house? The mystery deepens, and Verlaque calls upon his very capable staff at the Palais de Justice to solve it.

Verlaque’s capable girlfriend, Marine Bonnet adds her observations to the mix.  Her amateur detective skills come in handy on more than one occasion and everyday tasks become clues.  Author Longworth gives her academic characters in the story local flavor:

Marine Bonnet shirted from foot to foot, angry that she was having to line up at the post office on the sole day when she didn’t have to teach.  She had prepared the large manila envelope ahead of time, but the two automated machines that weighed and stamped parcels were out of order.  she was pleased with her essay on the relationship, and admiration, that Honore Mirabeau — Aix-en-Provence’s famed politician and man of letters — had shared with Thomas Jefferson.  She even thought that the paper could become a chapter in what she thought should be a new, sorely needed more modern biography of of Mirabeau.   Pg. 65

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The characters, regardless of their daily imperatives, manage to enjoy good wine, puff contraband cigars, and pick up fresh dinner ingredients at the market.  Settings include well worn side streets, historic homes, and established wineries.  It wouldn’t be a Bonnet & Verlaque mystery without it.  And it’s clear that Longworth holds a special affinity for the lifestyle as well.

L’Agence de la Ville was Aix’s biggest and most luxurious real-estate agency, in a town that could almost boast more Realtors than doctors.  It had a prime location on the Cours Mirabeau — on the north side of the café side, not the south bank side — so that one could stroll after a coffee and gaze at the framed, backlit color advertisements of bastides, stone mas, hôtels particuliers, lavish apartments, and even the converted barn or two.  The houses were located in the most desirable areas of Provence: Aix and its environs, the southern Lubéron, and the Marseille coast.  most of the properties had prices in the seven digits; for others, no price was given only the words “Inquire with us….” Pg. 188

Even amid the murders and mayhem, sun-soaked Southern France is held in high esteem.  This book is a concise, compact and quick read — the perfect formula for a summer cozy.

Many thanks to Laura at Penguin for the review copy.

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ISBN: 9780143122449
304 pages
28 May 2013
Penguin
8.26 x 5.23in
18 – AND UP

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GIVEAWAY: THE BOOKMAN’S TALE by Charlie Lovett

Hello Dear Readers!

I have a great giveaway for you.  Just leave a comment and be entered to win this new book.  I just started reading it myself and am enjoying it quite at bit.

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Description:

Hay-on-Wye, 1995. Peter Byerly isn’t sure what drew him into this particular bookshop. Nine months earlier, the death of his beloved wife, Amanda, had left him shattered. The young antiquarian bookseller relocated from North Carolina to the English countryside, hoping to rediscover the joy he once took in collecting and restoring rare books. But upon opening an eighteenth-century study of Shakespeare forgeries, Peter is shocked when a portrait of Amanda tumbles out of its pages. Of course, it isn’t really her. The watercolor is clearly Victorian. Yet the resemblance is uncanny, and Peter becomes obsessed with learning the picture’s origins.

As he follows the trail back first to the Victorian era and then to Shakespeare’s time, Peter communes with Amanda’s spirit, learns the truth about his own past, and discovers a book that might definitively prove Shakespeare was, indeed, the author of all his plays.

The kind folks at Viking/Penguin will send one copy of this brand new book to one lucky winner to an address in the Continental US.  Here’s what you need to say in the comments:

1) Leave your first name
2) Include your email address in the following format — name (at) email (dot) com — to prevent spam.
3) Tell us your favorite work by Shakespeare.

Contest is now closed!  Congratulations to Meg Cronin!

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REVIEW: THE HONEY THIEF

By Nasaf Mazari & Robert Hillman

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Hazarajat, a central area of Afghanistan, has remained rural for centuries.  Though modernity has seeped through the cracks of this archaic land, traditions have remained.  One of those customs is storytelling.  The authors bring their type of storytelling heritage to a Western audience.

In the city where I live now, all the stories are in books.  They are studied in universities.  I am not sure that these stories still pierce the flesh of those who hear them and make a life for themselves in the listener’s heart.  In Afghanistan, we have very few universities and very few professors.  The history of the Hazara is told in the fields, in our tents, in our houses.  Many of the stories I heard when I was growing up, even those from centuries ago, came to life again before my eyes.   Pg. 3-4

These interwoven stories feel ancient, as old as the Hazara people.  Yet when the reader thinks they are hearing a story that took places many years ago, the narrator drops in a modern detail.  It is slightly jarring, but it is effective.  It reminds the reader that the themes of humanity remain the same, even if times change.

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Near Hazarat, Afghanistan

The tales surround a honey maker, a the search for a snow leopard, an unlikely musician, an unlikelier political dissident, and even an American baseball pendant.

The book also illuminates the culture of the Hazara people — sometimes with great humor.

Suspicion of strangers is as common amongst the Hazara as amongst any other people.  The villagers watched the house about had once belonged to the wool-dyer to satisfy their curiosity about the new owner, and also to make sure that he was not a spy in the employment of Shah Zahir.  It was thought, too, that the house of the wool-dyer might be cursed since it acted as a magnet for desperate people.  Some of the older people of the town claimed that the house had been occupied by madmen even before the time of the wool-dyer.  Pg. 81

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Hazara, A candy factory in Kabul. By Steve McCurry

The Honey Thief is a kind of modern-day 1001 Nights for the Hazara.  It is a truly joyful set of fables.  Anyone with an interest in storytelling traditions in vibrant cultures and hearing tales that truly resonate needs to read this book.  It is destined to become a classic.

Many thanks to Jane at Viking / Penguin for the review copy.

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ISBN 9780670026487
304 pages
18 Apr 2013
Viking Adult
9.25 x 6.25in
18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: THE GOLEM AND THE JINNI by Helene Wecker

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In the turn-of-the-century New York City, a Syrian tinsmith names Arbeely is repairing a copper flask, when he unwittingly releases a jinni.  The spirit has been captive an untold number of decades, unable to enjoy the freedom he once enjoyed.  The tinsmith, stunned, takes in the wayward jinni.  He gives him a cot and the name Saleh.

In the meantime, a golem without a master walks ashore.  She can hear the thoughts of those around her, and in the tenements of Lower Manhattan there is plenty of desperation to be heard.  A wise Rabbi Meyer sees the wandering golem and invites her in to his small room, giving her the name Chava.

The two supernatural creatures are adrift in the overwhelming city.  Not only are they at the same crossroads as any other immigrant in America, they are also attempting to navigate it trapped in a human form.  The two have separate narratives that eventually meet and intermingle.  They bond over their similarities, but still struggle with how very alone in the world they are.

The Jinni walked north along Washington Street, wondering if he’d ever be truly alone again.  At times the desert had felt too empty for him, but this opposite extreme was harder to bear.  The street was no less crowded than the coffeehouse had been.  Families thronged the sidewalks, all taking advantage of the warm weekend afternoon.  And where there were not humans there were horses, a standstill parade of them, each attached to a cart, each cart carrying a man, each man yelling at the others to clear out of his way — all in a myriad of languages that the Jinni had never before heard but nonetheless comprehended, and now he was coming to resent his own seemingly inexhaustible resources of understanding.  ~Pg. 102

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They each become important members of their community, despite their insecurities.  Saleh is noted for his incredible metalsmithing skills and fine artistry.  Chava works in a Jewish bakery, kneading at superhuman speed.  They have found some purpose in their jobs, yet something is still missing.

The book alternates between narratives and is interspersed with an even more ancient story from the Jinni’s past.  In fact, this depth makes Saleh’s “side” of the story much more compelling than Chava’s.  I found his character complicated but deliciously so.  Chava was sympathetic but less interesting.

The novel also could have been about 75 pages shorter.  At times the narrative slows too much.  The lull lasts long enough for the reader to second guess himself.

The Golem and the Jinni will be a good read for a lazy summer day.

Many thanks to HarperCollins for the review copy.

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ISBN: 9780062110831
ISBN10: 0062110837
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 4/23/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 496; $26.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN by Hallie Ephron

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Perhaps what makes this novel so frightening is that it could happen to anyone.  The devious plan is so deceptively simple that it barely registers as out of place.

The narrative alternates between two feisty heroines — Mina, an elderly resident of the quiet Higgs Point neighborhood in the Bronx and Evie, a young, talented, workaholic curator for a New York historical society.  Evie has managed to escape her paltry childhood surroundings and all its unfortunate memories.  She has crafted a life, albeit with blinders on, in Manhattan.  It’s not so far as the crow flies, but it’s worlds away from her beginnings.  When Evie’s mom suffers another alcohol-induced health crash, her sister Ginger insists it’s “Evie’s turn” to deal with crisis.  In truth, both sisters are mentally and emotionally exhausted by their mother’s continued failings.  Evie guiltily accepts her role and shuffles off to Higgs Point.

Meanwhile, Mina Yetner is the quintessential cranky old lady.  But she is sharp as a tack and uses her busybody skills to help others in the neighborhood.  When her neighbor, Evie’s mother, is taken away in an ambulance she is the one who calls the daughters.  Mina and Evie strike up an unlikely partnership while Evie begins to clean up her mother’s house and sort estate matters.

I was reminded of Gaslight while reading this.  Because of the dueling points-of-view, the reader is left to wonder where the reality is.  Is there senility at work?  Or perhaps the protagonist just isn’t seeing what they want to ignore?  The suspense continually builds even as the characters begin to discover pieces of the puzzle.

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July 1945

Ephron works in crucial historical details that bring this book out of the realm of cheap thrills.  For example, Evie’s current exhibit at the museum includes a display related to the B52 bomber that flew into the Empire State Building.  And there is a minor thread surrounding Betty Lou Oliver who survived the 75-story drop when elevator cables broke.  These things really happened and Ephron uses them to great effect.  They make the story much, much richer.

The setting, Higgs Point, is not exactly that, but it is based on a real area.  Harding Park did once have an amusement park (another subplot) at the turn-of-the-century.  Here is a great post from Forgotten NY on the area.  By tying the story so closely to reality, it is all the more frightening.

The novel is an approachable one and is easily read in a quiet afternoon.  I look forward to more by Hallie Ephron.

Many thanks to the kind folks at William Morrow for the advanced review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062117601
ISBN10: 0062117602
Imprint: William Morrow
On Sale: 4/2/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 304; $25.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE UNCHANGEABLE SPOTS OF LEOPARDS by Kristopher Jansma

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This is the The Talented Mr. Ripley for the newest generation.  It’s a twisting tale of identity and the search for true companionship.  Each chapter marks another episode in the young protagonist’s life.

The book opens with an “Author’s Note”, but this is only the first of many kindly deceptions.  It’s not from the author Jansma, but rather the shifting personality of the narrator.  In just the first paragraph, Jansma has already sketched a fascinating and compelling narrator.

I’ve lost every book I’ve ever written. I lost the first one here in Terminal B, where I became a writer, twenty-eight years ago, in the after-school hours and on vacations while I waited for my mother to return from doling out honey-roasted peanuts at eighteen thousand feet.  ~Pg. 1

From there on, Jansma has the reader in his clutches.  In each chapter, the narrator is a bit older, and coming in to his own.  each chapter is a slight of hand that reveals itself to be a reiteration of the same basic story.  Boy loves girl who is too far above him, and is already in love with another boy.  But maddeningly, the reader somehow never sees it coming.  This basic strand is so far buried in the massive, complicated tapestry that we forget all about it.  Until it comes back to haunt us — and the narrator.

This narrator is a chameleon by choice, donning various cloaks until he finds one that he likes.  He travels the world, from the Grand Canyon to Manhattan jazz clubs, to Sri Lankan jungles to the wilds of Africa.  But each time around, there is a loop he cannot escape.

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Kristopher Jansma

Writers and literary geeks will also enjoy the narrator’s inner voice as he struggles with his own writing.  In an early chapter, he talks about the standard college composition class, filled with self-important egos and undiscovered voices.  Yet, even there, words have power.

Julian held books right close up to his face — a habit formed, he explained, in his nearsighted youth — and now, even with the contact lenses in, he liked to have the page within a few inches of his eyes.  So close that the pages scraped the tip of his nose as he turned them.  So close that, when he inhaled sharply at a particularly good turn of phrase, the paper seemed to lift up slightly and tremble before settling back again.  ~Pg. 40

And he waxes rhapsodic about the writing process.

I have always done my best work in crowded transportation hubs.  Airports, train stations — a bus stop, one time — these have been like my personal little cafes doted along the Seine.  I’d given up being a writer, aside from the essays that I sold to my shadowy students around the globe.  ~Pg. 141

And somewhere in all of these philosophical musings and attempts at identity, the truth lies.  Here we come back to that thread again.  That thread is the writer’s truth, that which doesn’t change despite the various characters and plot twists that life brings at us.

I so enjoyed reading this book. It doesn’t get caught up in itself or become arrogant.  Instead, it shows its narrator’s weaknesses for the entertainment of the reader. It’s thoughtful enough to be affecting, but remains accessible, and more than that, it is an enchanting book.

Many thanks to Lindsay and Elaine at Penguin for the review copy.

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Hardcover
9.25 x 6.25in
272 pages
ISBN 9780670026005
21 Mar 2013
Viking Adult
18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: THE MAN FROM PRIMROSE LANE by James Renner

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This book is a bizarre and twisted that deals with obsession.  Told primarily in the third person but from the point-of-view of reporter and best-selling true crime author David Neff.  With a nose for finding stories, David takes possession of an abandoned box of clippings and files about a cold case.  The more he reads, the more he becomes obsessed about the missing young girls –just like all the detectives before him.

Meanwhile, the police are investigating a bizarre crime with an even stranger victim.  The killer’s prey was a recluse, a man who rarely went outside, who had nonsensical items delivered to his house, a house in which he always wore mittens, the man from Primrose Lane.

Through a peculiar set of circumstances, Neff is implicated in the murder.  Now on the run, his investigation becomes more than just an obsession — he needs to save his own skin.

The book sits outside of typical genres.  It employs aspects of an edgy, modern murder mystery as well as science fiction and pulpy narratives.

There was one thing that annoyed him.  He could take the coldness, the negativity, the migraines she sometimes got that kept her in bed for two days.  he could forgive her forgetting his birthday and for always saying ‘effect’ when she really meant ‘affect.’  He could forgive her for leaving her blow dryer on his side of the bedroom vanity and for making him spray that floral stuff in the bathroom.  He didn’t mind all this because he never took for granted the way her bottom lip puffed out a bit when she was drunk or the way she twisted her hair in her fingers when he lay in her lap watching television.  The only thing that really annoyed him, the only thing he just could not get over, was her love of Christopher Pike, a late-eighties teen-lit horror novelist she’d become obsessed with in her sister’s absence.   ~Pg. 45

The structure bounces between narrators and flashbacks, almost edited for the screen in some places, until it all comes together.  I wanted to continue reading it, but it is rough going.  It is not for the faint of heart.  I would compare its graphic nature to an episode of Law & Order: SVU.  All in all, I was engrossed in the story.

Bradley Cooper will play the main lead character in a film adaptation.

And I am unsurprised that it has already been optioned to be made into a movie.  The film version will star Bradley Cooper, who is much more dapper than I imagined David Neff to be, but then again, don’t we all hope our own selves will be played by a more attractive doppelganger.

Many thanks to Gabrielle and Andrea at Picador for the review copy.
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Picador
March 2013
Trade Paperback
ISBN: 9781250024169
ISBN10: 1250024161
5 1/2 x 8 1/4 inches, 384 pages

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REVIEW: THE DAMNATION OF JOHN DONELLAN by Elizabeth Cooke

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It has all the makings of a Georgian era Agatha Christie novel — a house full of suspects, bizarre alibis, unsubstantiated timelines, inheritances, jealousy, and a bottle or two of poison.

When young soon-to-be baronet Theodosius Boughton dies unexpectedly one morning, a scandal erupts in the quiet countryside county of Warwickshire.  Although not in tip-top shape, Theodosius was certainly not ailing in such a way as to portend death.  What about the prescription that he complained “smelled of bitter almonds”?  Was he poisoned? Or an accident? Or something else entirely?

Between a domineering Lady of the house, a bitter chambermaid, and a troubled son-in-law, did someone poison the young heir?  Did the poor forensics after the fact obscure the true cause of death?

Exterior of All Saints' Church, Chadshunt, Warwickshire. Photo by Martin Beek (2006).
Exterior of All Saints’ Church, Chadshunt, Warwickshire. Photo by Martin Beek (2006).

Cooke is thorough.  She lines up court testimony, timelines, newspaper accounts, letters, and even John Donellan’s own treatise for his innocence.  Cooke painstakingly compares these notes and finds discrepancies in the outcome of the trial.

The Mail On Sunday compared it to Kate Summerscale’s The Suspicions of Mr Whicher.   It does have its similarities, but there is no narrator, as it were.  Mr Whicher, a respected policeman and detective, serves as a guide through the murder at Road Hill House.  With Cooke’s book we have no such character to turn to.  As such the reader feels a bit more abandoned among the myriad suppositions and theories.

Mr Whicher and John Donellan do both suffer somewhat from the dryness of the facts.  There is always a danger in presenting a case that academics can bog down the narrative.  This does happen a bit here.  For the most part it is forgivable, but about half way through the book there is one particularly rough patch where Cooke compares depositions with trial testimony and interjects her own suspicions.  In this section the narrative is nearly entirely lost and the story gets a bit hard to follow.

The case has been cited numerous times as an example of the failings of the judicial system, or of poor defense representation.  In effect, it has taken on a life of its own, especially in English courtroom history.  But by the time it reached the judge and jury, much of the case had already been decided.  Cooke adds the background with each ‘character’s’ history, heritage and personality.  She does her best to give the case context and perhaps shed new light on a scandalous trial.

Many thanks to the folks at Bloomsbury Press / Walker Books for the review copy.
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*Now available in paperback*

Published: 10-02-2012
Format: Hardback
Edition: 1st
Extent: 304pgs
ISBN: 9780802779960
Imprint: Walker Books
Illustrations: 16p B&W ins.
Dimensions: 5 1/2″ x 8 1/4″
RRP: $25.00

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REVIEW: THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ by L. Frank Baum

With Illustrations by Michael Sieben

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Just in time for the release of Oz: The Great and Powerful, comes an all new edition of the original classic children’s story.

All the usual characters are there.  Dorothy and Toto are swept up by a tornado and find themselves in the colorful land of Oz.  There they meet up with witches — good and bad –, Munchkins, a scarecrow, a tin woodsman and a very tame lion.  The group makes their way down the yellow brick road, through poppy fields, to the glowing Emerald City.

It’s impossible to not compare the original book with the film from 1939.  Images of Judy Garland and Ray Bolger certainly flit across the back of one’s mind.  And it’s fun to compare the text with what became the MGM classic.  Most people are familiar with the fact that Dorothy’s magic shows were silver, but ruby red looked better in Technicolor.

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One of the most disappointing cuts from book to movie are some of the smaller moments during their journey.  We see the characters using the very thing they think they don’t have.  The scarecrow creates cunning plans, the tin woodsman is inspired by his heart, and the lion acts with extreme bravery.

Michael Sieben has created all new illustrations for this edition.  Again, not an easy task considering the iconic images that everyone has seen and known for their entire lives.  The book is very colorful and full of these illustrations.  While I recognize the artistic talent, their style is not for me.  The characters are reminiscent of Raggedy Ann and Andy — not just the scarecrow, but all of them.  They’re kinda creepy.

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Aside from the artwork, I enjoyed revisiting this classic.  The simplicity of the prose is something rare in children’s books over 100 years later.  This is an excellent addition to an older child’s library.

Many thanks to Joel and Harper Design for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062018083
ISBN10: 0062018086
Imprint: Harper Design
On Sale: 2/19/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 5 3/4 x 8 1/4
Pages: 224; $18.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE BURNING AIR by Erin Kelly

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Erin Kelly’s third novel puts a modern twist on a classic archetype:  The English country house mystery.  This is a chilling psychological tale, told from a number increasingly unreliable narrators.

The MacBride family is well-to-do and respectable.  The patriarch is a lauded schoolmaster in a prim and proper English town.  When the mother of the family dies with little warning, the family decides to continue their Guy Fawkes family tradition.  They agree to meet at Far Barn, the homestead, for Bonfire Night, despite their mother’s absence.  Tensions are high and everyone is walking on eggshells.  Characters feel their resolve unravel — and then the real problems start.

Kelly deftly links together the various narrators.  Each has a distinct voice, sometimes frighteningly so.  They get into the reader’s head and even when they are clearly morally demented, we go along with their line of thinking – at least while they are talking.  It makes it so much more than just storytelling.  And as the reader becomes more and more engaged, the book begins to take on a snowball effect.  Situations are more dire, and we read faster and faster, trying to stay ahead of the train that is barreling down upon us.

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A Bonfire in Yorkshire

She is also adept at moody atmospheric.  Here, the narrator approaches the main location of the book:

The road thinned to a one-track lane as they began the descent into the valley and dipped so steeply the children’s ears popped.  As they came within a mile of the barn, the hedgerows themselves seemed to squeeze their oversized car along the road like a clot through a vein.  Branches jabbed witchy fingers through windows, making the boys scream with something between terror and laughter, and Edie echo their sounds.  The signpost for Far Barn, white paint on a black wooden plaque, had faded into illegibility but new visitors were rare.  Will made the right turn into the rutted track that connected their land to the rest of the world.

The barn was a black mass on a cloud-blind night, the only sign of light or life the reflection of their own headlights in the blank windows and against the gloss of the ebony slats.

The book is fast-paced and suspenseful.  It is a fine example of how powerful perceptions can affect not only one’s own life, but the domino effect on everyone else.  It is chilling and a fantastic read.

Many thanks to Meghan with Viking/Penguin for the review copy.

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ISBN 9780670026722
336 pages
21 Feb 2013
Pamela Dorman Books
9.25 x 6.25in
18 – AND UP

 

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REVIEW: LADY AT THE O.K. CORRAL by Ann Kirschner

OkCorralI must admit – I never knew that Wyatt Earp was married.  He was, by most accounts, a dashing and magnetic man.  But for every larger-than-life aspect of his legend, there was Josephine (Marcus) Earp.

Daughter of a Jewish family, she struggled to find her own identity in Victorian Era America.  When one could not be found, she invented it.  Never well-off, her family moved from NY to San Francisco.  According to Kirschner, “rate wars between rival railroads and steamship companies made it actually cheaper for some families to move than to pay the rent.” It was this exotic, West Coast port city that was a springboard for her coming adventures.  Drawn to the west by the promise of fame and fortune, Josephine joined a travelling dance troupe.   The act led her to Tombstone, AZ, then a mining boom town, grown up from the silver claims nearby.

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Kirschner’s biography is gives only a cursory glance to the shootout at the O.K. Corral and  Wyatt’s time in Tombstone.  The main crux of the book is their life after Tombstone.   Though the two were never married in a formal ceremony, they were inseparable for almost 50 years.  A good chunk of the narrative is spent during their frontier days in Alaska during the Gold Rush.   It seems these were some of her happiest days — at least her most enjoyable.

The inhospitable climate and smallness of the town loosened everyone up.  Their bulky cold-weather clothes were a source of amusement, as well as a great equalizer.  Josephine mockingly compared their exuberant and casual parties to a formal cotillion: ‘Have you not a picture in your mind of several couples with powdered wigs, the men in velvet coats and satin breeches, the women in full-hooped and panniered gowns, moving through the stately measures of a minuet with courtly grace to the accompaniment of violins and harpsichord?  Then banish it!  Put in its place one of the strong men in mackinaws, corduroys and mukluks, and fair ladies in corduroy jackets, short skirts and — yes mukluks — but moving through the stately measure of the dance with courtly grace to the accompaniment of a violin and a banjo!’  ~Pg. 101

These insights into frontier life are priceless.  It is in these moments that their legend comes to life.  At other times, the book becomes a litany of who went where and when, with little in the way of in depth context.  The last third is devoted to Josephine’s increasingly futile attempts to shape history’s memory of Wyatt Earp and the shootout at the O.K. Corral.

It is overall an engaging book on an important character in American history who has been all but forgotten — partially because Josephine was constantly obscuring her own past.  Kirschner does an excellent job of unearthing clues and piecing together Mrs. Earp’s story.

Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780061864506
ISBN10: 0061864501
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 3/5/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 304; $27.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE REAL JANE AUSTEN by Paula Byrne

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Frustratingly little is known about Jane Austen.  We don’t know what she looked like.  There is only one drawing of her, as a youth, that is considered to be a portrait, but even some scholars don’t accept that.

In time for Jane Austen’s bicentennial year, Paula Byrne has put together a compilation of her life.  Byrne chooses to inspect the famed writer’s past by sifting through objects in her life.  It is almost like a scrapbook of the Austen family.

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Each “thing” is an aspect of Jane’s life, and launches the chapter’s topic.  ”The Card Of Lace” outlines a somewhat famous incident involving her aunt, Mrs. Leigh-Parrot’s shoplifting trial.  But the chapter is really about Jane’s days in Bath and about the relationship with these wealthy-if-erratic relatives.

One of my favorite chapters is based on “The Theatrical Scenes”.  When Rev. Austen determined to move his family from the Steventon parsonage, nearly all of its contents were placed up for auction.  Though undoubtedly distressing for the Austen family, there is a great deal of information embedded in the ad in the local paper.  Among the usual furnishings are listed a “set of theatrical scenes etc. etc.” With this tidbit, Byrne expands on the probable family dynamic as regards plays and recitals.  From there, she further explores the idea of theatre in England at the time.

Another chapter begins with Jane’s brother’s military cap, and goes on to explore the siblings’ relationship as well as how military lives affected families of the era.  Yet another focuses on a shawl and its representation of trade with the East.  Throughout all of these examples, Byrne ties in passages and characters in Austen’s novels, showing how the author would have been inspired by what was around her.

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Byrne’ research is impeccable.  If there was anything to be found on Austen, she found it.  And she was smart to structure the biography as she did — rather than a chronological effort.  But because of the lack of direct information about Austen, the book is unfortunately peppered with holes.  Byrne often leaves parenthetical notes such as “All letters from 1806 are gone”.  The phrasing of her subject also includes distancing with caveats like “it is probable that” or “we can assume that”.  While these are of course the right thing to do from an academic standpoint, it does waterdown the connection the reader has with Austen.  With Byrne’s book on Evelyn Waugh, the reader is swept away by Waugh’s personality and fast-paced life.  I hardly noticed I was reading a biography.  In  this, there is still a bit of distance between us and understanding Jane Austen.  Byrne does her best to help us bridge that gap.

Thanks to the kind people at Harper for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780061999093
ISBN10: 0061999091
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 1/29/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 400; $29.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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THE GREATCOAT by Helen Dunmore

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This book would have done better as a short story.  It has the makings of a good yarn, but it draws things out much too long.  If kept clean and simple, it would have been much more effective.

In 1952, a young woman, newly married, takes up a worn, dingy apartment with her husband.  He insists their stay will be brief, while they save up enough money to move elsewhere.  Young Isabel does her best to be patient and amuse herself while home alone.  But her imagination and paranoia start to take over.  The landlady, who lives upstairs, paces at all hours of the night, and keeps the house too cold.  Isabel is convinced the lady is trying to drive her mad.  Isabel’s husband, a doctor, is a rational man of science and does his best to calm her irrational fears, but his late night calls do little to help the situation.

One frigid night, Isabel finds an RAF coat, stuffed in a crevice in the wall of the decrepit flat.  She uses it to keep herself warm at night, but she has opened up a portal to a time when Yorkshire was home to an airfield, when the skies were filled with Lancasters going on air raids and flight crews counted down the missions until they could go home.  She begins to get visitations (ghostly, or perhaps imagined?), from a pilot.  Is she just starved for attention?  Or is she really seeing and speaking to this man?

As I said, this would have done much better as a short story.  Elements of madness, ghosts, and unhappy characters made for some strong possibilities, but they were diluted by the word count.  Any punch they might have packed were drawn down by giving the reader too much time to think about it.

I should mention that this book was published by Hammer, a new wing of the famed Hammer Films.  In that regard, this book fits perfectly.  There is enough to keep the reader turning the page, but no reason to return to it later.

Thank you to Hammer for sending me the review copy.
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Category: Book
Publication dates:
February 2, 2012 (UK – Hardback)
August 30, 2012 (UK – Paperback)
Language: English
Pages: 196
ISBN: 978-0099564935
Written by: Helen Dunmore

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REVIEW: ALIBIS by Andre Aciman

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When I set to read a book that I plan to review, I come at it a little differently than just reading for fun.  I make notes, mental and written, about style or themes that I want to mention in the review.  And I dogear pages that have a passage I want to quote.  Sometimes I don’t end up using them, if they give away the plot, for example.  But to look at one of my books from the edge is sometimes amusing, with all the uneven corners.

Alibis is one of those books that I ran out of page corners to turn down.

André Aciman has put together a series of inspired essays.  They are about place and memory, and one’s self in relation to them.  It has a bit of philosophy in it, but the reader is so engrossed in the essays themselves, there is nothing didactic about it.  Aciman is not lecturing us, only sharing his experiences.  In do so, he reveals nuggets of truth that apply to us all.

The opening essay, Lavender, strikes a particular chord.  It begins with his recollection of his father’s scent, but at its core is really about familiarity.  Here, he writes about the empty lavender scent bottles that he cannot part with.

The bottles are stand-ins for me.  I keep them the way the ancient Egyptians kept all of their household belongings: for that day when they’d need them in the afterlife.  To part with them now is to die before my time.  And yet, there are times when I think there should have been many, many other bottles there — not just bottles I lost of forgot about, but bottles I never owned, bottles I didn’t even know existed and , but for a tiny accident, might have given an entirely different scent to my life.  There is a street I pass by every day, never once suspecting that in years to come it will lead to an apartment I still don’t know will be mine one day.  How can I not know this — isn’t there a science?  ~Pg. 9

Home and its importance for self-identity is another theme.  He also muses how this affects the writer.

A hidden nerve is what every writer is ultimately about.  It’s what all writers wish to uncover when writing about themselves in this age of the personal memoir.  And yet it’s also the first thing every writer learns to sidestep, to disguise, as though this nerve were a deep and shameful secret that needs to be swathed in many sheaths.  Some don’t evenknow they’ve screened this nerve from their own gaze, let alone another’s.  Some crudely mistake confession for introspection.  Others, more cunning perhaps, open tempting shortcuts and roundabout passageways, the better to mislead everyone.  Some can’t tell whether they’re writing to strip or hide that hidden nerve.

I have no idea to which category I belong.  ~ Pg. 87

Here again, even as a writer, Aciman is unsure where his home lies.

I loved following Aciman’s wanderings of the mind.  It’s enjoyable, not daunting.  I highly recommend this book.  Keep it handy or when you need a quiet few minutes of thoughtful, intelligent reading.

Many thanks to Picador for the review copy.
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Picador
November 2012
Trade Paperback
ISBN: 9781250013989
ISBN10: 1250013984
5 1/2 x 8 1/4 inches, 208 pages

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REVIEW: REVENGE – Eleven Dark Tales by Yoko Ogawa

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This collection of stories is frighteningly brilliant.  Each is gently tied to the next by the tiny thread.  This detailed stitching, when tugged, wrinkles and shapes the fabric around it.

I truly hesitate to explain much about the stories themselves.  The reader should discover them for himself.  I can say that Ogawa makes the completely ordinary and mundane absolutely unnerving.  Her tales remind me of the more offbeat writings of Roald Dahl.  (If you haven’t read The Incredible Story of Henry Sugar and Six More or  The Umbrella Man, go and grab them now).  Like Dahl, she has the ability to make reality surreal and the surreal seem perfectly real.

Author Yoko Ogawa
Author Yoko Ogawa

Take, for example, this first-person narrative in a hospital:

The walls are scuffed up, and the fluorescent light flickers creepily.  The floor of the hall slopes down from the elevator, so the laundry cart rolls forward on its own, as though pulled by an invisible hand.  Like it’s going to race down the hall and crash through the door of the morgue.  That’s creepy , too.

To be honest, the morgue doesn’t scare me much.  I don’t really understand why the other girls are so afraid of it.  They see people dying all over the hospital, while they type their reports or eat cream puffs in the lounge.  the job is even kind of nice, especially when she’s next to me.  She’s as beautiful underground as she is in the office, her face all white and pale.   ~Pg. 52

The book is translated by Stephen Snyder, who preserves the sparseness of the prose and allows Ogawa’s dark writing to fall like a ton of bricks in the reader’s lap.

This dark, labyrinthian collection was arresting and gorgeous.  As unnerving as the stories are, I could not stop devouring them.  I’m so pleased Picador has brought them to the US.

Many thanks to Picador USA for the review copy.
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Picador
1/29/2013
Trade Paperback
ISBN: 9780312674465
ISBN10: 0312674465
Rough Front/Deckel Edge
5 1/2 x 8 1/4 inches, 176 pages

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REVIEW: ELIJAH’S MERMAID by Essie Fox

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In Fox’s follow-up to The Somnambulistshe eschews the sprawling country estate for the dank warren of the Limehouse district.  Found floating in the river, like a Victorian Moses, baby Pearl is plucked from the Thames.  But she enjoys no pharoah’s life.  She is raised by the mysterious but efficient Mrs. Hibbert.  The woman of the House of Mermaids does her utmost to keep Pearl safe from the leering men and from knowing about the den of iniquity in which she lives.  Finally, to remove her from other’s temptations, Pearl, who has webbed toes and is inordinately pale, is sold off to a brilliant but obsessive painter.  She becomes his mermaid.

Simultaneously, twin orphans, Elijah and Lily, are being raised by a kindly, if naïve, older man.  He sends the children with his younger brother Frederick to visit London for a bit of adventure.  Uncle Freddie is the fun, popular uncle who indulges the children’s whims, including taking a trip to Cremorne Gardens.

A sketch of London's Cremorne, a popular pleasure garden.
A sketch of London’s Cremorne, a popular pleasure garden.

Amidst the music, games and sideshows, the twins happen to meet Pearl.  The meeting is brief but the connection is instant.

This Dickensian-style novel is much darker and grittier than her first.  Characters endure forced institution and unwanted advances.  There are graphic descriptions of horrific surgeries.  It is not for the faint of heart, but neither is it gratuitous.  Alternating narratives eventually intertwine as the trio of young people try to reunite, but it will come at a price.  Asylums, kidnappings, art and obsession will stand in their way.

Water, in all its forms and effects, is clearly a theme here.  But so is personal liberty (or the lack there of), particularly for females.  Every female character is in some way trapped.  A speech by the psychiatrist Dr Cruikshank typifies the leading attitude of mental professionals. :

He was tapping his cane against his thigh while sliding closer to Freddie and speaking confidentially. ‘Women are so like children, you see, in their appetites for unhealthy food.  It is the heat and overexcitement that causes most of the trouble…not to mention this modern obsession with reading books and magazines.  You will note we have none available here.  Why, half the women in my care would probably be entirely sane but for the stimulation brought on by the use of literature.  I say that might be the problem…’  ~Pg. 286

The very idea that reading and imagination is damaging is an idea that can be dismissed  now, but was a common theory then.  It demonstrates that even the most “free” woman — well-to-do, cared for, even happily married — would have so much predetermined for her.

Yet through all of this, the three young people manage to find a sense of self.  Even more impressive, they determine to fight for it.

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The Mermaid by John William Waterhouse – 1900

Again, Fox demonstrates a deep knowledge of the time, the setting and the dialogue.  She opens each chapter with a quote from a popular song or story of the era — Wilkie Collins, Charles Kingsley, Poe, Greenwell, Carroll.  And, as before, the entire tome is begun with a  familiar painting, this time The Mermaid, by JW Waterhouse.  The author immerses us in the dreadful but compelling underworld of a not-so-distant past.

As with the Somnambulist, this book does not have a US publisher.  Interested readers can purchase it via this direct link to The Book Depository, which has free worldwide shipping.  You can also read the first few pages here.  My thanks to Essie Fox and her UK publisher, Orion Books, for the review copy.  (Yes, I saved the stamps.)

Please visit the author’s site for more info about this era and her works.  It’s also just really fun to explore.
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ISBN: 9781409123354
Publication date: 08 Nov 2012
Page count: 416
Width: 153 mm
Height: 235 mm
Thickness: 34 mm
Weight: 542 g

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REVIEW: THE TOWER By Nigel Jones

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Jones’ overview of the Tower of London’s thousand year history was no doubt a massive undertaking. Imagine it: ten centuries worth of sieges, celebrations, world-altering decisions, wrongful deaths and sovereign decrees all held within these walls, on just a few acres of land.

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A chamber inside the Tower of London

Jones visits the (in)famous as well as the less well-known.  Henry VIII’s wives are well represented, as is the disreputable reputation of torture of its prisoners.  But it also unearths more obscure facts like Issac Newton’s position as the Warden of the Mint.  For several hundred years the coins of the realm were stamped on the grounds.  And I only knew of the menagerie because of my visit there last year.  But I didn’t realize that William Blake visited the tiger in order to observe the “fearful symmetry” of the fierce cat.

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Jones’ indexed book is well-researched and, while educational, it is far from dry.  This is partially due to the Tower’s rich history, but Jones also presents the information in an absorbing manner.  It manages to encompass the years 1078 to present day all within an approachable format.  His rich descriptions bring the ancient past to life:

Minting money was hot, hard, laborious, noisy and dangerous work.  The interior of the mint’s workshops were a hellish inferno full of the clash and splash of metal, both hard and molten.  A sweaty, smoky, smelly world where hammers clanged deafeningly and glittering, jagged splinters of precious metal and molten droplets flew through the filthy air, causing painful injuries.  Few mint workers escaped their service without losing a finger or an eye to their risky craft.   ~Pg. 35

A good deal of my knowledge of British regicidal history comes from Shakespeare’s plays.    It was enjoyable to put those pieces together with the documented stories, and learn more about the place I was fortunate enough to visit.  Surely there are layers yet to be discovered, and there is no doubt that some things will just never be known.

This is an excellent handbook for those interested in English history in general as well as the past days of the Tower.  I cannot wait to visit again, now with this insight.

** I suggest following @ravenmaster1 on Twitter.  Chris Skaife is the official Ravenmaster for the Tower of London and posts great pictures from the site.

Thank you to St. Martin’s Press for the review copy.
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October 2012
Hardcover
ISBN: 9780312622961
ISBN10: 0312622961
6 1/8 x 9 1/4 inches, 464 pages
Plus one 16-page b&w photo insert and map endpapers

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REVIEW: BEAUTIFUL LIES by Clare Clark

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Yes, the novel is as gorgeous as the cover.  Ethereal, impactful*, vintage and evocative.  The heroine, Maribel, is the vivacious wife of parliamentary representative Edward Campbell Lowe.  Himself a boisterous, outspoken politician, the two make an unforgettable pair, if an unlikely one.

Maribel employs her energies in photography, working to capture true images — something all too elusive in Victorian London.  She attempts to find some truth among the Native Americans that are in London with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show.  Ever the gracious host, William Cody is welcomes her into his massive encampment.

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The American Exhibition in London, 1887.

Maribel also make subjects of her dear friend, Charlotte, and unfortunate ruffians of London’s less affluent neighborhoods.  One of these photographs is smudged in such a way that spiritualist believe it to be an example of supernatural intervention.  Ever the realist, Maribel staunchly denies such a claim and refuses to allow its publication.

A Victorian era "spirit photograph."  Images were double-exposed for this effect, but because the medium was so new, most sitters were unaware of the trickery.
A Victorian era “spirit photograph.” Images were double-exposed for this effect, but because the medium was so new, most sitters were unaware of the trickery.

This is but one of Maribel’s struggles to uphold truth in a world so reliant upon appearances.  But Maribel hides a secret of her own.  As she tries to help her own husband succeed in Parliament, she risks peeling back the layers of her own beautiful lies.  In the midst of all of this, tabloid journalism is on the rise in London and a ruthless bloodhound of a newspaper man is on her scent.

The prose is honest and modern, despite the vintage setting.  Sentences roll and swirl and drip off the tongue.

The tea party was breaking up when the two women took their leave.  It was a warm evening, one of the first of the season and the moon floated like a pale wafer in the darkening sky.  Along the river the trees were ghostly with blossom.  ~Pg. 37

For years Ida had kept a picture of the saint [Joan of Arc] tucked inside her Bible so that she could look at it during the sermon on Sundays.  She said it was so that she would remember that being clever and fighting people was sometimes what God wanted you to do, even if you were a girl.  On the say that Ida did not want to be an elephant keeper when she grew up, she wanted to be a soldier-saint like Joan of Arc.  Sometimes they slipped out late at night, when the others were all asleep, creeping across the garden and into the woods beyond.  The woods were full of strange loud noises, foxes screaming and owls hooting and trees moving restlessly in the earth.  Maribel held Ida’s hand and told her it was essential for an actress to understand fear, but Ida was not afraid.  She turned cartwheels on the lawn, her nightgown a pale ghost in the darkness, and said that in the night the world was more exciting because you could not see where it ended.   ~Pg. 82

Maribel hoped that he was right.  More than that she hoped that there would be someone at Mr. Linnell’s graveside who knew what he had likes to do on a Sunday afternoon, that he had felt the cold and liked marmalade and knew how to whistle, that he had a way with dogs and had once ridden a bicycle without holding onto the handlebars.   ~Pg. 344

This novel is exceedingly well-written and very engrossing.  It clocks in at an even 500 pages, and easily could have devoured 500 more.

A great many thanks to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt for the review copy.

*I’ve just had a very intriguing conversation with @cliche_mist about my use of the word “impactful.”  I admit that I was doubtful when I wrote it and so I looked it up.  I did find it listed in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.  Still, my learned friend contends that standard usage dictionaries often allow for slang and non-words to gain a foothold in the English language.  What are your thoughts?
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ISBN-13/ EAN: 9780151014675
ISBN-10: 0151014671
Price: $26
Format: Hardcover, 512 pages
Publication Date: 2012-09-18
Trim Size: 6 x 9

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REVIEW: JUNGLELAND by Christopher S. Stewart

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Stewart’s travelogue is as addicting as the tales of the lost city itself.  A freelance writer from Brooklyn, Stewart heard about Ciudad Blanca during an interview with a US solider who had endured the Honduran jungle.  Like many who hear stories of far-flung secrets, Stewart was hooked.  He scoured satellite images from Google Earth, questioned anyone who is an expert in the field and even contacted relatives of explorer Theodore Ambrose Morde, who searched for the city swallowed by the Honduran jungle back in late 1939 and most of 1940.

In this book, Stewart juxtaposes his own travels and travails with Morde’s.  Morde kept a fairly consistent journal — though he maddeningly left out coordinates to the actual city — and with these constant comparisons one realizes just how little has changed in the past 70 years on the Mosquito Coast.  It is still miles and miles between villages, sometimes individual shacks.  It is a wonder that people live there at all.

Morde returned to America a hero, having claimed to have found a city that he would one day return to excavate and explore.  Then WWII began and he was recruited as a spy.  He never got back to the magical place in the jungle mist.  And he was always rather vague about what he saw.  So what was Cuidad Blanca?

For Stewart’s part, he embraces his own weaknesses and does nothing to gloss over his own fears and doubts in the maddening trek.  He is perfectly willing to share his own failings in his own journal of sorts.  At times the jungle puts him on the brink of madness; at others it offers a clarity in which he can see things perfectly for the first time.

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Photo by the author, Christopher S. Stewart

This is a detective story and an adventure in one.  Stewart tries to unravel Morde’s cryptic clues while survive days upon days of humid, rugged terrain, dangerous bandits, poisonous wildlife and mental struggles.

The legend of the “white city” hasn’t lost any attention either.  Just this summer, a piece was published about laser imagery finding the remains of the city.  It says a great deal about human nature, as does Stewart’s book.  The inkling inside each of us to explore and find “discover” something that was unknown, or lost — Atlantis, the Library of Alexandria, or the Holy Grail — and not just for wealth and fame.  To be the one who did it, who accomplished something considering impossible.

This is a fascinating read and it’s got me wanting to go dig up by backyard.  Just to see…

Thank you to HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780061802546
ISBN10: 0061802549
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 1/8/2013
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 288; $27.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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A New Slate for A New Year

Occasionally I sift through the half-read books I have been sent to read and review.  These are the ones that didn’t get dragged around town with me, or passed along to a friend.  These are the ones that I kept by the bedside, promising myself I would go back to finish.  But I haven’t, for one reason or another.  Time is always one those poor excuses but there is something else.  I didn’t really try to make the time either.  Something about these books just didn’t grab me and demand that I devour them.  I can’t (and don’t) say that they are bad.  Maybe I just didn’t meet them at the right time in my life.   I always feel a bit blasphemous admitting that I didn’t “get into” a book, so I hope my readers will forgive me.

For that reason, I give them a fair but incomplete (and brief) look here, with my apologies.

ANGELMAKER by Nick Harkaway
angelmaker-nick-harkawayI think it was the sheer density of this one that got to me.  Complicated and intense, it requires complete concentration and good chunk of time to get into the steampunkish world that Harkaway is creating.  What I read, I liked, but I was slightly overwhelmed.  I plan to revisit it.

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I made it past the halfway point with this one.  In this case, I felt left behind by some of the magical realism.  I’m a fairly astute reader but I was always feeling like a missed something — and not in the good way.  Oyeyemi has an interesting way of storytelling and readers who enjoy engaging multiple dimensions at once will enjoy.

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FAKES
An Anthology…

This is a collection of unusual short stories, really.  Each is a “fake” document.  These include a letter of complaint, an instruction manual, a works cited page, tweets from Chaucer and more.  While some are amusing and insightful, the books more often than not veers off into hipster-land (aka an Urban Outfitters). I read about three quarters of it, skimming the more lackluster items.

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READ-ALONG: THE PASSING BELLS by Phillip Rock

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If you are as anxious for the series premiere of Downton Abbey as I am, then you know what it is to be captivated by good writing.

Fill those dreary hours, waiting for the return of the Grantham household and the Dowager Countess’s quips by joining the Passing Bells trilogy read-along, hosted by bookclubgirl.

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And thank you to HarperCollins for the review copy so I can read along too!

 

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REVIEW: STRONG POISON by Dorothy L. Sayers

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I’m ashamed to say this was the first Sayers novel I have read.  I can’t imagine why, other than I assumed them to be like Agatha Christie and there were already so many of hers to read.  And I don’t remember my childhood library having any of her books, (they may have) but there was a endless row of black-bound, gold-embossed Christie titles.  So with these rereleases I decided to turn a new leaf as well and include her mysteries.

Strong Poison is a Lord Peter Wimsey mystery, featuring Harriet Vane.  Based on her character it appears that there were more later.  Wimsey (as suggested by his name) is the kind of person who goes where the wind takes him.  As a friend of barristers and with a particular penchant for sitting in on trials, Wimsey takes it upon himself to solve a confusing case.  Harriet Vane, a crime novelist, has been accused of poisoning her fiancé, but Wimsey is unconvinced. While the trial is on hold, he investigates his hunches.

The author, Dorothy L. Sayers
The author, Dorothy L. Sayers

Wimsey and the tale are a blend of Nero Wolfe and Jeeves and Wooster.  In the heady of days of the Bright Young Things, where it seems nothing can touch the sparkling upper echelons of society, Lord Peter amuses himself among the working class.  His character at first seems selfish and flighty, but although he wants to occupy his time, he truly does believe in her innocence and wants to see her acquitted.

The prose is light and playful, and glides along over the marbled halls of justice and entryways of grand houses.  The dialogue, too, reflects this whimsical time.

“You don’t mean to say you admired her, Frank?”
“Oh, well, I dunno.  But she didn’t look to me like a murderess.”
“And how do you know what a murderess looks like?  Have you ever met one?”
“Well, I’ve seen them at Madame Tussaud’s.”
“Oh, wax-works.  Everybody looks like a murderer in a wax-works.”             ~Pg. 33

And no good detective is anywhere without his sidekick.  Lord Peter Wimsey has his invaluable valet, Mr. Bunter.

By what ingratiating means Mr. Bunter had contrived to turn the delivery of a note into the acceptance of an invitation to tea was best known only to himself.  At half-past four on the day which ended to cheerfully for Lord Peter, he was seated in the kitchen of Mr. Urquart’s house, toasting crumpets.  He had been trained to a great pitch of dexterity in the preparation of crumpets and if he was somewhat lavish is the matter of butter, that hurt nobody except Mr. Urquart.      ~Pg. 101

The book is jaunty and fast-paced.  Readers who enjoy quick, fluid cozies, should snuggle up with a cup of tea and give it a read.

Thank you so much to Regina at Bourbon Street Books / HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062196200
ISBN10: 0062196200
Imprint: Harper Paperbacks
On Sale: 10/16/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 288; $14.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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TINY REVIEW: TINY BOOK OF TINY STORIES, Vol. 2

The hijinks are back and the result is another heart-breaking and wonderful compilation of thoughts and images.  Hosted by HitRecord, artists and dreamers post bits of artistic ephemera.  The result is an open-source collaboration space.  People can grab, alter, add and repost, creating never-before-imagined works.

This book is a selection of the best of the best, chosen by Joseph Gordon-Levitt and “wirrow”, one of the collaborators.  The proceeds from the book are split 50/50 with the artists whose work appears.

As with the first volume, the book brings together witty observations and devastating truths.  The thoughts are somehow both very real and yet just beyond the reach of reality.

This is a fantastic gift, especially for those looking to support independent artists.

Many thanks to Joel for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062121639
ISBN10: 0062121634
Imprint: It Books
On Sale: 11/13/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 4 1/2 x 6 1/2
Pages: 96; $14.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: EXTRAORDINARY THEORY OF OBJECTS by Stephanie Lacava

I have a love/hate relationship with Paris.  Like many people, I expect, I had a romanticized notion of Paris, which I was quite aware was unreal.  But I still wanted to see the storied place of Latrec, Ilse Bing, Cocteau, Hugo, Doisneau, and Brassaï.  There must be something that drew them, inspired them all.

If there was, they took it with them.

Although there were certain things that we did that we enjoyed, as a city, a place, it was dreadful.  It was dirty, with rotting small animals left in public parks.  Every few years another agressive peddler tried to sell you the same cheap trinket.  The Metro was filthy and not well-run.  But I somehow managed to take stunning photos.  Maybe that is Paris’ spell.

I couldn’t help but think all this as I read Lacava’s fantastic memoir.  She was moved to France as a thirteen year old.  Already fragile, she is thrown into a new world, a new school, new country, new language.  One of her coping mechanisms is to collect random objects that are important to her.  No one seems to understand it, or her thought process, or even the inner pain she is experiencing.

Illustration from page 110.

The book is series of intertwined episodes during this confusing time.  Each essay shimmers along until the little asterisk signals a tangential explanation.  The footnotes sometimes last for three pages, dwarfing the “actual” text.  But this is the charm, and indeed, the strength of this memoir.  As the reader, we are given insight into how Lacava’s nonlinear thinking works.

Alone and unaccepted by other girls, I also loved biographies or fiction about alluring and iconoclastic women who would come to feel like real-life companions.  Reading was a Pascalian diversion; stories and facts were a distraction from spiraling thoughts.  I had always hated loudness.  It was loud enough in my head.

This mania extended to animals, people, and places — a city, even strangers in the street.  I had a game where I liked to imagine what sort of pajamas each passerby might wear.  This came from a belief that the more I know about the inner lives of others, the more I might understand the world.  Collecting information and talismans is a way of exercising magical control.  You can hold a lucky charm and known everything about nature’s creatures yet still be terribly lonely.  ~Pg. 3

In some ways, I think many young girls who are “different” but brilliant have these inner conversations and games.  It’s a way to exercise the mind without exposing themselves to ridicule.

Illustration from page 16.

Her writing is unflinching.  She is brutally honest about her self and her familial disappointments, but this is not a self-indulgent pity party.  This is insightful writing at its best — and it’s an extremely enjoyable read.

My sincere thanks to the folks at Harper for the advance review copy and for sending the images for me to inlcude.
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ISBN: 9780061963896
ISBN10: 0061963895
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 12/4/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 5 x 7 1/4
Pages: 224
$23.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE GRAND TOUR – AROUND THE WORLD WITH THE QUEEN OF MYSTERY by Agatha Christie

 

Perhaps it comes as no surprise that this book is a wonderful window into an era past.  Like Agatha Christie’s autobiography, the book is comprised of her life in her own words. Her grandson Mathew Prichard has painstakingly gathered her letters and postcards from her trip to a countries in the Dominion.  She and her (first) husband were invited to accompany a Mr. Bates, Major Blecher and the Hiam family as part of a special envoy.  They were acting as part of what was called the Dominion Mission of the British Empire Exhibition.

The exhibition itself was held in 1924-25 at Wembeley, which at the time, was the largest exhibition ever held.  This merry party set out ahead of the exhibition to visit the various countries that would be presenting.  Their stops included South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Honolulu and Canada.   And a young, adventurous Agatha relished every moment of it.

She took a number of photographs (many of which have been printed in this book) as well as sending home letters and notes about her travels.  She also kept a diary of her exploits abroad.  These writings were well before those that would make her famous, but her sharp sense of humor is well in evidence.

Belcher is becoming very irritable.  I don’t wonder really for his leg and foot are quite bad, bursting out in new places.  The doctor says he must lie up and rest it, and he says he can’t afford the time.  Bates had forgotten to get him more carbolic, and he’d had a tight boot on all day, the food in the hotel was atrocious, and the doctor has cut hum down to one whiskey and soda a meal, so matters nearly reached a climax last night!  Also, he is getting very fed up with Major Featherston, who attaches himself to Belcher like a faithful dog, and comes up at all house of the day and night.   ~Pg. 64

And later, Agatha assists in a funny and harmless prank.

She also takes up surfing, something that isn’t the first thing you might think of in association with the writer of Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot.

Agatha and Ashby take up surfing.

Interspersed in all of this fun and adventure, there are insights into her personal life.  She left her young son at home in the capable hands of her nanny and her mother.  There are also glimpses of a certain level of discontent with her husband Archie.

Bates, Belcher, Archie & Agatha at a hot springs pool in Banff, Canada, near the end of the tour.

In addition to being of interest to literary fans, it is also an important record of the Golden Age of Travel and the reach of the British Empire between the wars.  The idea that one could leave home for more than a year, and spend a month or two in one place is a level of luxury that is rarely available any more, but was somewhat common then.  I’m not sure I will ever cease being fascinated with such a lifestyle.

In short, this book is a wonderful glimpse into the past, at one of the most prolific writer’s private life, and into the wit of a seemingly lovely lady.

Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy, and for sending images for inclusion in this post.
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ISBN: 9780062191225
ISBN10: 0062191225
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 11/20/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 7 x 9 1/8
Pages: 384; $29.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE ENTERTAINER by Margaret Talbot

Anyone who has read my blog knows that I am no stranger to classic film.   What with a Masters degree under my belt and an insatiable desire to fill up my DVR with obscure films playing on TCM, I’ve seen more than is probably healthy.  And I’m certain I’ve seen at least one with Lyle Talbot.

With this book, Margaret Talbot has not only chronicled her father’s early life, but also the childhood of American cinema.  Beginning with the roots of travelling buskers, then magic lanterns and early silents, we see this endlessly creative era though Lyle Talbot’s eyes.

The world that Lyle inhabited in his twenties and the country’s is a lost world — the world of traveling theater troupes and local repertory companies that, before the definitive arrival of mass entertainment, could still command people’s desires and imaginations.  Soon it would be overwhelmed, first by radio and movies, then by television.  But from the 1880s till the late 1920s, touring companies were what brought America its most reliable entertainment, what sparked, season after season and however creaky the machinations on stage, its sense of make-believe.

Giving happiness in this way could be an arduous business, though.  True, traveling actors of the 1910s and 1920s didn’t have it as hard as their predecessors in the nineteenth century.  Traveling players in the early nineteenth century had been men and women of Bunyanesque stamina: they almost had to be, just to cover as much ground as they did in the years before the railroad.  They trekked ahead on foot to post their one-sheet advertisements on rocks and trees; performed in barns, mills, stables, attics and hotel lobbies, for audiences perched in rough-hewn benches and logs, before footlights that might consist of tallow candles stuck into potatoes or beer kegs that had been nailed to the floor.  ~Pg. 90-1

With Carole Lombard in No More Orchids (1932)

Lyle it seems did a little bit of everything.  From working as an assistant for a carnival hypnotist’s to starring with 1930s starlets to being in Ed Wood’s infamous Plan 9 From Outer Space.  Also with James Cagney, Bette Davis and Olivia de Havilland, he fought for actor’s rights and helped to co-found SAG.

In many ways, daughter Margaret was a lucky biographer.  Lyle loved telling stories about his decades in show business.  And there is plenty of archival material to pull from. Still, there is always a level of separation between generations.  Only our imaginations can try to realize what that era must have been like.  But the author does a fabulous job getting us there.

Talbot as Commissioner Gordon in Batman and Robin serial from 1949

As a reader, I think any sort of memoir is a terribly brave thing to tackle, but even more so when it is a dear family member.  You are bound to uncover things you never knew or actions you can’t understand.  It is unnerving to recall that all parents had a life before you arrived.  This, too, Margaret does with grace.  She doesn’t sugar-coat anything but neither does she vilify or write-off Lyle’s shortcomings.  And he is a much more real person to us, the readers.

Here she recalls some of his philosophy while writing about his final years:

I guess we had all come to cherish the old pro in him, the instincts of the workhorse actor, the ability to get out there and turn on the brights for the audience.  My father didn’t talk much about the philosophy of acting, except to say that he didn’t believe in Method acting.  He didn’t believe you should try to lose yourself in a role, merge your identity with it, access your own buried emotion.  You always had to remember you were acting; you could get emotional, but you had to maintain control.  If he had a credo, it was a credo of entertaining. You owed something to the people who came to see you.  You did a job for them.  You kept working for as long as you could, with as much love as you could muster.  That didn’t make him the best actor, and it didn’t make him a star, but it made him a lifelong working actor, a man who raised a family without ever working at anything he cared for less than he did for acting.  ~Pg. 400

I truly enjoyed reading this book.  Margaret Talbot’s telling of her father’s life is nostalgic but not sentimental.  And it’s a truly American story — A Midwestern, bootstrap, just keep trying kind of story.  Furthermore, it’s a reminder to the younger generations, to ask their parents and grandparents for stories.  You may not have a film star in the family, but their story is important too.

Thank you to the folks at Riverhead for the review copy.
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ISBN 9781594487064
432 pages
Hardcover
$28.95
08 Nov 2012
Riverhead
9.25 x 6.25in
18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: GOODBYE TO BERLIN by Christopher Isherwood

I had the great fortune to see Caberet at Studio 54 in NYC about 10 years ago.  I also had the great fortune to not have known very much about it.  The impact of the show was overwhelming.   Years later, I began my work in a cinema studies masters program and I learned about Ufa and Weimar cinema.

There is something about that era — the unknown, the desperation, the incredible talent and angsty verve — that is fascinating.

UFA studio lot

What surprised me in reading this book was Isherwood’s prose style.  It is wonderfully balanced.  It is nostalgic but not saccharine.  It is an unflinching look at the crumbling façade in pre-war (WW2) Germany.  And it is filled with dramatic characters, most famously Sally Bowles.  She is a almost like an ex-pat version of Daisy Buchanan, but deeper — and I find, more sympathetic.

But beyond her is the fierce but often funny Frl. Schroeder.  In fact, I found the landlady to almost act as a Greek chorus for the reader.  She often pipes in with witty comments and sage observations.

But perhaps the most vivid character is Berlin itself.

The extraordinary smell in this room when the stove is lighted and the window shut; not altogether unpleasant, a mixture of incense and stale buns.  The tall tiled stove, gorgeously coloured, like an altar.  The washstand like a Gothic shrine.  The cupboard is also Gothic, with carved cathedral windows: Bismarck faces the King of Prussia in stained glass.  My best chair would do for a bishop’s throne.  In the corner three sham medieval halberds (from a theatrical touring company?) are fastened together to form a hatstand.  Frl. Schroeder unscrews the heads of the halberds and polishes them from time to time.  They are heavy and sharp enough to kill.

Everything in the room is like that: unnecessarily solid, abnormally heavy, and dangerously sharp.  Here, at the writing-table, I am confronted by a phalanx of metal objects — a pair of candlesticks shaped like entwined serpents, an ashtray from which emerges the head of a crocodile, a paperknife copied from a Florentine dagger, a brass dolphin holding on the end of its tail a small broken clock.   ~Pg. 4

And the home of one of the narrator’s English students sounds like something out of Metropolis:

The hall of the Bernsteins’ house has metal-studded doors and a steamer clock fastened to the wall with bolt-heads.  There are modernist lamps, designed to look like pressure-gauges, thermometers, and switchboard dials.  But the furniture doesn’t match the house and its fittings.  The place is like a power station with the engineers have tried to make comfortable with chairs and tables from an old-fashioned, highly respectable boarding house.  On the austere metal walls hang highly varnished nineteenth-century landscapes in massive gold frames.   ~Pg. 16

The book is like an impressionist’s painting.  These small sketches are linked together to make a hauntingly beautiful portrait of a heady era in Berlin.

Many thanks to the folks with New Directions for the review copy.
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Publication Date: September 27, 2012
Paperback $ 15.95
224 pages
ISBN 9780811220248

 

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REVIEW: OBJECT LESSONS – Stories from the Paris Review

Let me start by saying that this is not your typical collection.  It is not a juried contest or an annual anthology, edited by an acclaimed professor.  This is about writers, and what speaks to them.

Pulled from the archives of The Paris Review, writers of today gush, er, introduce each selection.  The intros range from fan letters to analysis.

As Jeffrey Eugenides writes in his introduction to Denis Johnson’s story:

A short story must be, by definition, short.  That’s the trouble with short stories.  That’s why they’re so difficult to write.  How do you keep a narrative brief and still have it function as a story?  Compared to writing novels, writing short fiction is mainly a question of knowing what to leave out.  What you leave in must imply everything that’s missing.  ~Pg. 96

The stories in this book range in length, style, tone, narrator and era.   You can skip around, like I did, looking for the story that suits your mood.  What doesn’t vary is the literary quality — the sort we’ve all come to expect from the editors of The Paris Review.

The book includes stories by the following:

Daniel Alarcón · Donald Barthelme · Ann Beattie · David Bezmozgis · Jorge Luis Borges · Jane Bowles · Ethan Canin · Raymond Carver · Evan S. Connell · Bernard Cooper · Guy Davenport · Lydia Davis · Dave Eggers · Jeffrey Eugenides · Mary Gaitskill · Thomas Glynn · Aleksandar Hemon · Amy Hempel · Mary-Beth Hughes · Denis Johnson · Jonathan Lethem · Sam Lipsyte · Ben Marcus · David Means · Leonard Michaels · Steven Millhauser · Lorrie Moore · Craig Nova · Daniel Orozco · Mary Robison · Norman Rush · James Salter · Mona Simpson · Ali Smith · Wells Tower · Dallas Wiebe · Joy Williams

Many thanks to the folks at Picador for the review copy.
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Picador
October 2012
Trade Paperback
ISBN: 9781250005984
ISBN10: 1250005981
Rough Front/Deckel Edge
5 1/2 x 8 1/4 inches, 368 pages

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REVIEW: LUCKY JIM by Kingsley Amis

Despite my penchant for British literature, I must admit that this was my first foray into Amis.  A complicated person in his own life, he seems to have attempted to shed some of his anxieties on his characters.  Indeed, the title character James Dixon is dissatisfied professor of medievalism.  He was surely drawing on some of his own teachers while at Oxford, no doubt sometimes unhappy in their own situation.

Despite this, the reader finds James Dixon trying to meet the requirements to survive his trial year and achieve tenure at the regional and unacclaimed university.  He must navigate the elite company he finds himself among, including a vapid boss and an emotionally irresponsible squeeze, all the while searching out the nearest place to get a few pints.

Amis’ writing has been compared to Wodehouse and Waugh, but that doesn’t quite describe it.  Lucky Jim is denser and less accessible than Wodehouse.  Amis’ characters are darker and disturbed.  And Waugh had a eviscerating tone that accompanied his angsty young people.  Here Amis finds humor in middle aged pretension.  And it often is uncomfortably funny.

Dixon ran his eye along the lines of black dots, which seemed to go up and down a good deal, and was able to assure himself that everyone was going to have to sing all the time.  He’d had a bad setback twenty minutes ago in some Brahms rubbish which began ten seconds or so of unsupported tenor — more accurately, of unsupported Goldsmith, who’d twice dried up in face of a tricky interval and left him opening and shutting his mouth in silence.  He now cautiously reproduced the note Goldsmith was humming and found the the effect pleasing rather than the reverse.   ~Pg. 36

There is a certain defeatism, a begrudging acceptance, that life doesn’t always turn out as one planned.  And even if it had, it’s not at all what your youth had imagined it.

‘What work do you do?’ Dixon asked flatly.

‘I am a painter.  Not, alas, a painter of houses, or I should have been able to make my pile and retire by now.  No no; I paint pictures.  Not, alas again, pictures of trade unionists or town halls or naked women, or I should now be squatting on an even larger pile.  No no; just pictures, mere pictures, pictures tout court, or, as our American cousins would say, pictures period.  And what work do you do? always provided, of course, that I have permission to ask.’  ~Pg. 38

Lucky Jim is amusing for those who enjoy dark humor with a healthy dose of absurd realism.

Many thanks to the folks at New York Review of Books for the review copy.
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FORMAT: Paperback
PUBLICATION DATE: October 2, 2012
PAGES: 296
ISBN: 9781590175750
SERIES: NYRB Classics
CATEGORIES: Literature in English

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REVIEW: NOT MY BAG by Sina Grace

I am almost embarrassed to admit that this the first time I have read a graphic novel.  Not out of any sense of superiority — quite the opposite.  I’d admired them from afar but always thought they were for people much more hip than me.  That and there is just so much reading to be done that one has to narrow it down somehow.  But when I read a recommendation of this book, I decided to break the cycle.

The narrator and hero is a genuinely eager, if naive, young man whose love of style leads him to a job in upscale retail.  He learns the art of convincing customers to buy and of setting displays, and realizes he is good at it.  Unfortunately that means other sellers on the floor see him as a threat.  Meanwhile, he has put his personal life on hold.  He is simply skating by in a comfortable but meaningless relationship, ignoring his talent and suppressing the ghosts of his past.  He thinks he can sweep it all away if he can just succeed in the world of garment retail.

Anyone who has ever worked in any sort of corporate setting will recognize the absurdity of it all.  The head honchos that seduce with promises of commission, promotions, better floor position.  They get you hooked.  Sina grace presents all of this with a dry humor.  in fact the early pages were reminiscent of David Sedaris’ Santaland Diaries.

In the end, it’s a stark reminder to us all to steer clear of the machine, lest we get caught up in its gears.

Many thank to the folks at Image Comics for the review copy.
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Price: $12.99
Diamond ID: AUG120476
On Sale: October 17, 2012

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REVIEW: YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE, YOUR CHILDREN ALL GONE by Stefan Kiesbye

This book nearly defies description, but here goes.

The novel is a spider web of small tales, each with an allegorical twist.  Somewhere vaguely Germanic, or possibly in eastern European, is the small town of Hemmersmoor.  These people live a simple, happy life.  There are still stores on the main street – bakeries, hardware stores and sundry shops.  Time is also a shimmering mist over the town.  There are mentions of trucks and a war, but nothing about telephones or television.

“Hemmersmoor” translates as “inhibitor’s moor”, and it’s an atmospheric place.

A few years back, a fire destroyed was left of Otto Nubis’s workshop.  What lay beyond the factory, outside our village, we all have dutifully forgotten.  The country is trying to open a museum there, but who is going to buy our paintings and clay souvenirs if their plan is successful?  The villagers are shaking their heads.  Why should we have to suffer against?  We had nothing to do with it.

Time is of no importance.  I was young and didn’t know a thing about our time.  There had never been a different one in Hemmersmoor.  In our village time didn’t progress courageously.  In our village she limped a bit, got lost more than once, and always ended up at Frick’s bar and in one of Jens Jensen’s tall tales.     ~ Pg. 4

The book has been compared to stories by Shirley Jackson, Rod Serling, and Susan Hill.  But that somehow doesn’t quite encompass it.  Imagine if Garrison Keillor wrote the stories of Lake Woebegon but he was completely creepy.  Various town citizens’ stories intertwine and overlap, with the youth pulling all the strings.

These young people represent an angst-ridden, floundering generation, with too much energy and not enough direction.  When they are left to their own devices, their bizarre things begin to happen.  Nine ghosts haunt a defeated woman, a carnival steals souls, and a bet turns deadly.

The motive rides a fine line between an evil, supernatural force and bizarre happenstance.  There is no force, no arch villain — only a unseen, creeping unease.

Kiesbye’s style is refreshing, succinct and terse.  Yet without any flowery language, Kiesbye draws an eerie and vivid picture.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book and I was greatly impressed with his storytelling ability.

Many thanks to the folks at Penguin for the review copy.

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ISBN 9780143121466
208 pages
25 Sep 2012
Penguin
8.26 x 5.23in
18 – AND UP

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GIVEAWAY: YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE, YOUR CHILDREN ALL GONE

Just in time for Halloween, the kind folks at Penguin have sent me a giveaway copy of the new creepy book by Stefan Kiesbye, author of Next Door Lived A Girl.

Here is what others are saying:

“Creepy in a way that actually made me quite nervous.” —Ben Loory, author of Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day

“With a chilling twist here and there, a sly, stark wit, and a fascinating cast of lost boys and girls, Your House Is on Fire, Your Children All Gone is part nostalgia trip and part horror show, as honest and heartfelt as The Virgin Suicides in its portrait of adolescent yearning, anxieties, and heartbreak.” —Timothy Schaffert, author of The Coffins of Little Hope

“Full of dark folk magic and frightful, lurid wonder. It casts a spell, winking all the way through every grim detail and shadowy secret.” —Paul Elwork, author of The Girl Who Would Speak for the Dead

So, you want to read it now, right?  Well you can win a copy right here.  It’s pretty easy.

1.  In the comments below, leave your name (just your first is fine), email (name [at] domain [dot] com to prevent spam).

2. In the comments below, tell me your favorite thing about Halloween.

3. Post on Twitter or Facebook about this giveaway.

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That’s it!  I will select a winner randomly.  The contest is open until Thursday, October 18 at 5:00 p.m. EST.  Good luck — and Happy Halloween!

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REVIEW: THE CUTTING SEASON by Attica Locke


Caren Gray has returned to her knotted, complicated roots ont he plantation of Belle Vie.    Generations of her family have lived on this land, some under the heavy oppression of slavery.  Now Caren is the caretaker and manager of the estate that is no loner inhabited. It is rented for parties and weddings and other events — a ghost of its former self.  The neighboring farm still grows and harvests sugarcane, but now migrant labor works the farm.  Early one chilly morning Caren finds a female body half-buried along the fence line.  Caren begins to conduct her own investigation, alongside the official one, to uncover even more secrets hidden by Belle Vie.

The novel deftly wanders through Caren’s past — her childhood at Belle Vie, her broken heart — present — her precocious daughter, her fierce commitment to the plantation — and future — what will become of the place she has fought to preserve.  Embedded into this background is a Southern murder mystery.

Author Attica Locke

Locke lays out a well-paced, complex and layered story without it feeling forced.  Racism and slavery are not glossed over but neither do they overwhelm the story.  Instead they act as a filter that sometimes blurs the edges of the truth.  Locke’s prose is at once accessible and beautiful:

A reminder, really , that Belle Vie, its beauty, was not to be trusted.

That beneath its loamy topsoil, the manicured grounds and gardens, two centuries of breathtaking wealth and spectacle — a stark beauty both irrepressible and utterly incapable of even the smallest nod of contrition — lay a land both black and bitter, soft to the touch, but pressing in its power.  She should have known that one day it would spit out what it no longer has use for, the secrets it would no longer keep.  ~Pg. 4

She also has an occasional zing of wicked humor.

The guest chairs in his office matched the carpet, which matched the buttered-beige color of the walls.  The décor was attractive and strong, but blander than she would have thought his wealth and position afforded him.  Caren couldn’t see the point of having that much money if all of it led to beige.  ~Pg. 133

I look forward to reading more by Attica Locke.  She seems like an author who still has a great deal to say.  And she says it well.  She has an uncanny ability to point out inequity without pointing fingers.  The blame is obvious within the context and her wisdom is enough to make her point clear.

Readers who enjoy modern murder mysteries, with a hint of history, should certainly check out The Cutting Season.

Many thanks to the folks at Harper for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780061802058
ISBN10: 0061802050
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 9/18/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 384
$25.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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GIVEAWAY: JASPER FFORDE’S “THE WOMAN WHO DIED A LOT”

 

I have adored Thursday Next ever since she burst onto bookshelves everywhere (and in every dimension).  For me, there was finally a heroine for nerdy, literary, smart young women – like me.  Or, like I want to be.

Thanks to the generous people at Viking, I am happy to announce I have copy of the latest installment, THE WOMAN WHO DIED A LOT, for you to win!

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REVIEW: THE WHITE FOREST by Adam McOmber

McOmber’s debut novel explores an unseen fantasy just under the surface of Victorian England.  Heroine Jane Silverlake has always been a but different, but she has never quite understood how, or why.   In an ever-changing, growing London Jane attempts to find her place.  Though she was well-born, her mother died mysteriously when she was very young.  Since then Jane hears the sounds, the souls of objects.  Her father has been patient but absent.  Her only companions are friends Madeleine and Nathan.  The three wander Hampstead Heath — one of the few places where the sounds are quiet for Jane.  They are an unlikely trio as they grow older though, and jealousies begin to arise.

Nathan, an impetuous young man from an upper class family, is obsessed with Jane’s “ability” and becomes embroiled in a strange cult that meets in Southwark.  Jane, it seems, has the ability to enter the Empyrean, a cosmic place before existence.  When Nathan disappears, though, the girls know that it is more than just a passing fad for him.  In comes the detective Vidocq, a real historical figure, to investigate the kidnapping.

The Empyrean, as imagined by Gustave Dore for The Divine Comedy

The book begins strongly; it pulls no punches.  The novel delves into the metaphysical, psychology, with an edge of steampunk, all in a Victorian Gothic setting.  McOmber’s tone is forceful yet flowing.

The story of their friendship and Pascal’s eventual dependence on Maddy for both room and board was straightforward enough.  Maddy first made his acquaintance outside a small French-style café near Charing Cross.  He’d been using a piece of charcoal to draw a picture of a street in the walled city of Nimes where white chickens wandered on cobblestone and irises made silent observance from tilted window boxes.  ~Pg. 18

McOmber’s characterization of London is equally enjoyable:

London seemed a series of tall shuttered house that evening, all crowded along a single narrow street.  The air was full of dust and the pungent smell of dense humanity.  We came as close to Piccadilly as traffic permitted and then dismounted, using a series of passages to avoid getting mired in the congested streets.  These “secret passages” were oddities of London, symptoms of a city that had been built and rebuilt — a city without order or plan.  The poor made their home in these passages, and we walked through their makeshift parlors, brushing lightly through the darkness with Nathan as our leader.  ~Pg. 109

I am not an expert, or even extremely familiar, with the fantasy genre, especially in its most recent iterations.  As Jane’s understanding of her place in the world becomes more clear, the book’s tone changes from a mysterious novel with a bit of the supernatural, to a full-fledged fantasy story.  In fact the last two or three chapters almost seem like they were written by someone else.  The entire style alters.  It was equally well-written, just completely different.

This is a solid debut novel and I would recommend it for fans of fantasy who like books rooted in real places or characters.

Many thanks to the folks at Simon and Schuster for the review copy.
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Touchstone, September 2012
Hardcover, 320 pages
ISBN-10: 1451664257
ISBN-13: 9781451664256

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REVIEW: MURDER IN THE RUE DUMAS by ML Longworth

Cover Image via Penguin

This whodunit revisits Judge Antoine Verlaque and law professor turned amateur sleuth Marine Bonnet, and their lives in Aix-en-Provence.  The two were introduced in Death At Chateau Bremont, a mystery about identity and inheritance.  This time they join forces to find the murderer of fellow professor Dr Georges Moutte.

Scholarly, perhaps, but hated by most faculty and students, he held a prestigious post and enjoyed tormenting those who hoped to be his predecessor — and those who hoped to be awarded the Dumas fellowship.  Two such promising students discover Prof. Moutte’s body on the floor of his office when they break in, looking for clues as to who will win the fellowship.  The investigation reveals a coveted apartment, Galle glass, trips to Italy, and faculty jealousy — all wrapped up in the complicated relationship of Verlaque and Bonnet.

A Galle Vase

I actually liked this book a good deal better than the first.  The plot was much more intriguing, without being convoluted.  Longworth deftly skips between character narratives and never leaves any trail untouched for too long.  The characters were better drawn — gently flawed, fully-rendered and believable.  Rather than feeling dragged along, as in some mystery novels, I felt invited to partake, in a way.  The reader is expected to make judgments and have favorites.

 And, as before, Aix itself is a character:

Marine stopped between the third and fourth floors, as she usually did, to catch her breath.  She was thankful that most buildings in old Aix stopped at the fourth floor and not the sixth like Paris.  She had picked up a small roast beef at Antoine’s favorite butcher, a place so small that she usually passed it before having to double back down the narrow rue duMaréchal Foch.  The butcher did not flirt with her as other commerçants did — he took his job seriously; he was polite, but did not chat or tell jokes.  It was obvious that meat came first, and a poster on the wall confirmed that.  It depicted a stone barn with a steep slate rood and flower boxes, below that the name of the farmer and his address and phone number in the Salers region of the Auvergne, inviting the patron to visit and see his herd of strong red cows.  ~Pg 130.

Though it may seem that such a tangent is unnecessary to the plot, it is actually these details that make the story plausible.

Murder in the Rue Dumas is an enjoyable little cozy.  It is recommended for fans of Dorothy Sayers or Miss Marple.  Enjoy with a pot of tea — or some French wine and cheese.

Many thanks to the kind folks at Penguin for the review copy.
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ISBN 9780143121541 | 304 pages | 25 Sep 2012 | Penguin | 8.26 x 5.23in | 18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: MRS. QUEEN TAKES THE TRAIN by William Kuhn

 

This book is almost like a work of fan fiction.  What if this cast of characters were suddenly let loose in an unlikely scenario.   Queen Elizabeth II, despondent and full of wanderlust, embarks on an unusual trip.  Constantly surrounded by assistants, servants, schedules, and protocol, she is looking to reconnect with simpler days.  After her annus horriblus, (the breakup of Fergie and Andrew, Diana and Charles and the fire at Windsor Castle), it seems nothing is the same.

One afternoon, while visiting her beloved horses, she accepts the loan of a hoodie against the sudden rain.  Slogging back to the palace, she notices that she isn’t recognized by her own guards.  Surprised and amused, she takes advantage of the situation.  What begins as a walkabout to the local cheesemonger becomes an escape from England altogether.  She jumps aboard a train headed for Waverley Station in Edinburgh.  Edinburgh, where her beloved Britannia is now docked, open as a museum.

…Then they could all retire to the Britannia for a few days, having justified the expense of sailing her out by holding some official dinners on board.  How lovely she looked, white and buff and blue, rising up out of the haze on a hot afternoon.  And when she became too old, to expensive to run, well the Government absolutely refused to build another yacht.  It was that word “yacht” wasn’t it?  The Queen couldn’t appear to waste public money on personal pleasure.  She understood that, but she wondered if the newspapers actually knew how many boring Commonwealth suppers she’d had to sit through.  If anybody had earned a bit of a treat, she had, what with the endless small talk she’d engaged in on national business.  ~Pg. 127

The book paints a picture of a tired but thankful Queen who could use with a bit of human interaction that isn’t based in ritual.  But more than that, it focuses on those who orbit the Queen.  Butlers, assistants, ladies-in-waiting, equerries and proud citizens all intertwine to “save” the Queen from her impromptu holiday.

A photo of the actual Queen Elizabeth II wearing a hoodie while on vacation near Balmoral.

The book is a bit staid; respectable but not anything outstanding.  It wanders, too much in fact, away from the tender themes that it does have.  The Queen herself is barely in it.  Instead Kuhn chooses to explore the backstories of his other characters, what brought them to work in the Household.   For fans of narratives that mosey along, with plenty of tangents, perhaps this is the book for you.  For Anglophiles or fans of snappy stories, I suggest they look elsewhere.

May thanks to Harper for the advanced review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062208286; ISBN10: 0062208284; Imprint: Harper ; On Sale: 10/16/2012; Format: Hardcover; Trimsize: 5 1/2 x 8 1/4; Pages: 384; $25.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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For a critic, niceness is beside the point – latimes.com

“What Mendelsohn is getting at is the central faith of anyone who takes criticism seriously: that it is an art. And, like all arts, it comes with its own aesthetics, its own challenges and considerations, which all of us who write it have to keep in mind. Of these, the most important is that criticism is subjective, that, as in any creative enterprise, we can only write from our perspectives, which we must honor and, as Mendelsohn points out, constantly question, as well.”

Read the entire article: For a critic, niceness is beside the point – latimes.com.

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REVIEW: MONSTER by Dave Zeltserman

I think the original Frankenstein is a brilliant work of literature.  Nearly 200 years later and it still causes nightmares and engenders philosophical discussions, not to mention dozens of films.  And it inspires “revisionist” works such as this.

Monster is from the first-person perspective of the “creature”, Dr. Victor Frankstein’s monster.  The inner thoughts (the brain) of the creature are from Friedrich Hoffmann, a man who was falsely accused then brutally executed for the murder of his bride-to-be.  Friedrich’s memories, and mental anguish, remain.  He vows to take vengeance on behalf of himself, his beloved’s, and everyone’s lives that the maniacal Frankenstein has ruined.

The initial idea is interesting, but it loses focus quickly.  Rather than following the original story and adding fresh perspective, the creature can speak from the get go and has complex thoughts.  He travels the countryside encountering devil worshipers and an accused witch, but no blind man in a cabin.  The slight acknowledgement there is (Captain Walton, Elizabeth) seems to be done reluctantly and half-heartedly.  While I didn’t expect those scenes to be in there, I thought there would be references — an occasional wink to Shelley’s story.

Portrait of Mary Shelley

The writing itself is somewhat simplistic and repetitive.  In some cases it seems like he copied and pasted a paragraph from a few pages previous.  This does nothing to enhance the storytelling, and only further annoys the reader.

Additionally, the writer seems to rely upon gory details to create horror.  He seems to forget that the horror comes from psychological entrapment, not from bloody stumps and descriptions of Satanic rituals.  The attempts at expressing Hoffmann’s feelings of being trapped are weak and almost incoherent.  Instead, the writer falls back on salacious descriptions of severed heads and deviant parties — which do not lend any credence.

A still from “The Brain That Wouldn’t Die” — The character is known as Jan in a Pan

The book falls somewhere in the cracks between modern revisionist and schlock.  There are two — count ‘em, two! — Jans-in-a-Pan in this Sodom and Gommorah of Frankenstein’s creation.  But for some reason the writer didn’t embrace either campy horror or serious literature.

The result is a bit of a messy experiment, stitched together from random parts that do not quite create a coherent whole.

Many thanks to the folks at Overlook Press for sending me a review copy.
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ISBN 13: 978-1-59020-860-1
Trim Size: 5 3/8 x 8
Hardcover
222 Pages

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REVIEW: THE OTHER WOMAN’S HOUSE by Sophie Hannah

In the last couple of years I’ve become a fan of Sophie Hannah’s writing.  She writes fast-paced, gritty police procedurals with dark psychological undertones.  In some ways, she reminds me of a British Kathy Reichs.  This installment of Zailer and Waterhouse’s casebook takes them to Cambridge.

The book’s main heroine, Connie, is suffering from a bout of insomnia.  She logs onto a real estate website and browses for “dream” homes in nearby Cambridge.  While looking at property photos, she sees one with a dead body splayed on the living room floor.  Shocked and discombobulated, she reloads the site, but the image is gone.  Thus begins a series of confusing events that causes Connie to question her sanity and identity.

Connie attempts to solve the unnerving incident, with help from a honeymooning Zailer and Waterhouse and a stateside officer Sam Kombothekra.  But even a close following of the clues does not give away the ultimate suspenseful ending.

New construction in Cambridge

Sophie Hannah switches between narrators and tenses.  Connie “speaks” in present tense  and often goes into stream of consciousness.

While Kit takes him upstairs, I pace up and down, picturing 11 Bentley Grove’s lounge, trying to uncover the missing detail.  The woman disappeared.  The blood disappeared.  And something else…

I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don’t notice Kit had returned, and I jump when he says, ‘I know everyone hates estate agents, but you’ve taken it to a whole new level.  What you haven’t done is considered the why.  Why would some evil genius estate agent, sitting in his office in Cambridge, want to include an elusive dead woman complete with own pool of blood on the virtual tour of a house he’s trying to sell?  Is it, what a daring new marketing technique?  maybe you should see which agent the house is on with, ring up and ask them.’ ~Pg. 47

This sort of wandering inner thought that the reader is privy to adds suspense and allows the reader to quickly and strongly sympathize with the characters.  It also limits the readers understanding of what’s going on, which allows us to discover it as the characters do.  It’s an effective device and one that Hannah uses well.  This book in particular harkens back to elements Gaslight, which a film nerd like myself can’t help but giggle at with delight.  The plot is full of red herrings and, like much of Hannah’s work, is not a whodunit for the reader to figure out but rather a twisting tale to watch unfold.

Many thank to the folks at Penguin for the review copy.
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ISBN 9780143121510
Paperback
5.31 x 8.03in
464 pages
26 Jun 2012
Penguin | 18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: CITY OF RAVENS BY Boria Sax

The Extraordinary History of London, the Tower, and its Famous Ravens

Last summer I went to the Tower of London.  There I made a number of unexpected discoveries, although if I had ever stopped to think about it would have seemed rather obvious.  For instance, there are several buildings that make up the “tower”, the oldest and most famous being the White Tower.  It isn’t really a tower, but a fortress or a castle. Unlike the Buckingham guards, the Yeomen are very much allowed to talk to you and are wonderfully friendly folks.  The real Crown Jewels really are kept there – provable by the fact very strict British advertising laws actually prevent any sort of “bait and switch”.  If they advertise it, they have to be real.

And as a “fan” of ravens in general I was very excited to see the avian residents at the Tower.  They are incredibly curious and obviously intelligent.   One of the many things that makes me such an Anglophile is their unwavering adherence to tradition.  So having a warder whose sole job is to tend the ravens at the Tower is amazing to me.

And like the thousands upon thousands of visitors to the Tower each year, I believed the general story that they had been part of the Tower for centuries.  Apparently the true story is a bit more complicated.

Boria Sax’s book is a neat thesis the explores the history of ravens (Corvus corax) in general, in England and at the Tower.   These background chapters were my favorite.

Their [the raven's] complex social structure resembles that of human beings.  Ravens live within a nuclear family and raise their young collectively, yet they also assemble in huge gatherings for reasons that are not fully explained.  They communicate in part through a large range of vocalisations, and they have long been renowned for their intelligence.  Because ravens can seem ‘almost human’, they elicit strong feelings from people, and have been alternately revered and persecuted throughout human history.

Because of their extraordinary cleverness, people can find ravens irascible and, at times, even diabolic.  A recent publication of the US National Park Service advises tourists that, “Ravens have learned how to unzip and unsnap packs.  Do not allow them access to your food.” But despite their reputation as tricksters, ravens have often been able to thrive in human settlements, and Aristotle considered them birds of the city.  Pliny tells of one raven that made its next in the shop of a cobbler in Rome and became so beloved that a man who killed it was punished with death.  the raven was given a splendid funeral attended by a large crowd of mourners.  ~Pgs. 24-5

Sax then explores how the legend of the Tower ravens was born.  The answers are surprising and enlightening (but I will leave it to the reader to discover).

The book lands somewhere between academic and popular history.  It is accessible for a casual reader but full of well-researched quotes and references.  I recommend it for any history buff or Anglophile’s shelves.

Many thanks to Overlook Press for the review copy.

You can follow the Tower of London’s Ravenmaster on Twitter here.

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ISBN: 978-1-59020-777-2
ISBN 13: 978-1-59020-777-2
Trim Size: 5 x 7
206 pages
Hardcover

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REVIEW: CHARLOTTE MARKHAM AND THE HOUSE OF DARKLING by Michael Boccacino

Charlotte Markham has been a victim of Fate.  She lost her husband to a fire and was forced to take a job as governess in the Darrow house.  When Nanny Prum is brutally murdered in the middle of the night, Charlote is required to take on those duties as well.

She shares one thing with her charges — they’ve both lost someone dear all too soon.  Their mother died recently and the children, understandably are still not themselves.  In an attempt to help them decompress, she invites them to draw something from their dreams.  Paul, the elder brother, creates a detailed map of the grounds, with one important difference — a house where his mother waits for them.

The book is somewhat reminiscent of The Turn of the Screw.  The narrator is a very conscientious, if sometimes naive, guardian of the children.  With her, their health and happiness is paramount.  At the same time, she is also precocious and is determined to satisfy her curiosity.

A squat, muted chandelier hung low from the ceiling, casting the room in dim amber light.  I sat on the edge of a thick leather armchair, determined not to sink back so far as to be rendered incapacitated should the strange situation spiral any further out of my control, even as I promised myself that it would not.  To my bewilderment the cushions expanded as if the chair were fighting against me so that I might be more comfortable.  Was it possible for furniture to become offended?  I firmly kicked the leg behind my right foot, and the chair regained its former shape.  ~ Pg. 62

Despite her in-the-moment mentality, there is much she still has to learn.  The “rules” of the House of Darkling are unknown, as are the opponents.  Her own memories haunt her just as she tries to relieve the strain on the children.  But something she cannot resist lies just beyond the misty orchard.

Charlotte Markham poses philosophical questions about life and death, and how we would the choices given to her.  It’s also a dark tale of literary adventure where a spunky young woman tries to outsmart Death.  I didn’t find it to be life-altering, but it is a very enjoyable read.  It is well-crafted storytelling.  The “rules” are a bit convoluted and it feels somewhat rushed near the end, but it hardly matters.  The imagery and atmosphere are dark and rich.

Many thanks to the kind folks at William Morrow for the review copy.

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ISBN: 9780062122612
ISBN10: 0062122614
Imprint: William Morrow Paperbacks
On Sale: 7/24/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 320; $14.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE PRISONER OF HEAVEN by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Zafon experts, please forgive me — this is my first time reading one of his books.  After I was nearly finished with it, someone asked me how I liked the first two in the series.  Oops.  But, I was impressed enough to want to go back and read them.  And as far as I am concerned, The Prisoner of Heaven stands on its own.

In 1957 Barcelona, Daniel Sempere lives above the family bookstore with his wife and newborn son.  His best friend, Fermin, is about to married.  Then a mysterious, cagey stranger appears and threatens to upset their happiness.  The crippled man purchases a rare edition of The Count of Monte Cristo and inscribes it to Fermin.  Fermin must then confide in his friend if he is to defeat the ghosts of his past.

Barcelona in the 1950s

The book uses frame story structure to give us glimpses into Fermin (and Sempere’s father’s) years during Franco’s reign, as well as using Daniel’s firsthand narrative to put the pieces together.  Zafon’s characters have a voice that is bemused, worn down by oppression and hardship.  They find a desperate humor in their difficult situation.

A professional bookseller has few opportunities to acquire the fine art of following a suspect in the field without being spotted.  Unless a substantial number of his customers are prominent defaulters, such opportunities are only granted to him vicariously by the collection of crime stories and penny dreadfuls on his bookshelves.  Clothes maketh not the man, but crime, or its presumption maketh the detective, especially the amateur sleuth.   ~Pg. 14

Books and storytelling are a prominent theme here.  Aside from Daniel’s job, there is the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.

His tiny figure was engulfed by the great beam of light pouring down from the glass dome in the ceiling.  Brightness fell in a vaporous cascade over the sprawling labyrinth of corridors, tunnels, staircases , arches, and vaults that seemed to spring from the floor like the trunk of an endless tree of books and branched heavenwards displaying an impossible geometry.  Fermin stepped on to a gangway extending like a bridge into the base of the structure.  He gazed at the sight open mouthed.  I drew up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

‘Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Fermin.’
~  Pg. 264

I’d also like to give my complements to Lucia Graves, who translated the novel from Spanish.  She  conveys the rich, velvetiness of Zafon’s writing.  A good translation is so important to gravitas of a book and she does a great job here.

The Prisoner of Heaven is a fairly quick read, full of adventure and thematic intertwining.    It is a fresh take yet has an ancient wisdom about it all in a new (to me) setting.  Now, I’m off to find the rest of his books.

Many thanks to the folks at Harper for the review copy.

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ISBN: 9780062206282
ISBN10: 0062206281
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 7/10/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 288; $25.99
Ages: 18 and Up

 

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SPOTLIGHT: BORIS AKUNIN in The New Yorker

I have ADORED Boris Akunin for years.  I mean, at least 10 years; maybe more.  I was heart-broken when American publishers stopped “importing” him.  Last summer, I went to London and stopped in at Daunt Books in Chelsea.  I bought every Akunin / Fandorin book they had.  When I explained to the wonderful staff that I couldn’t get them in America they were stunned.  i wish 3000 miles did not separate me and that lovely shop.

Hopefully this profile in The New Yorker will help bring Akunin, and Fandorin, back to America.

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July 27, 2012
Boris Akunin: Russia’s Dissident Detective Novelist
Posted by Sally McGrane


Grigory Chkhartishvili has his best ideas in the morning. When he first wakes up, the fifty-six-year-old writer—who, under the pseudonym Boris Akunin, is one of Russia’s most widely read contemporary authors—might think of a new predicament in which to ensnare his popular hero, Erast Fandorin, the dashing nineteenth-century detective who can see into people’s souls and always wins at games of chance. …

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/07/boris-akunin-russias-dissident-detective-novelist.html#ixzz227l5coCI

 

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REVIEW: THE BELLWETHER REVIVALS by Benjamin Wood

The Bellwether Revivals is part Evelyn Waugh, part Patricia Highsmith, and part… something else.  Twilight Zone, perhaps.  The protagonist, Oscar Lowe, is a townie with few prospects in the storied university town of Cambridge.  While wandering past the King’s College chapel, he is entranced by the organ music he hears.  He sits in on the service and become enamored by one of the angelic voices in the choir.  Oscar waits on the chapel steps, hoping to meet her.  She is Iris Bellwether, and her brother Eden, it turns out, is the organist.  He falls in with the Bellwether siblings, pulled into their otherworldly existence.

In a kind of Talented Mr. Ripley, in reverse, Oscar begins to fear the unhinged genius of Eden Bellwether.  A musical prodigy, he is convinced that certain compositions and ceremonies can heal.  Vibrations realign and agitate cells to reconfigure, almost like string theory on a larger scale.   But Eden’s hobby begins to take on a life of its own — and threatens to destroy others’.

Wood presents a setting that only Old World, storied intellectuals live in. Here, the minds of Cambridge meet the unfettered wealth and youthful arrogance. Like Nick Carraway in the Great Gatsby, the reader needs the guidance of Oscar in this strange yet simultaneous world.  Wood describes an evening with the Bellwether family:

They all retired to the drawing room after dessert.  It had the conscious extravagance of a hotel lobby: leather sofas, candleabras, a grand piano, and a marble fireplace.  Theo stood behind a rosewood cabinet, stacked with cut-glass decanters, and began removing stoppers and sniffing the contents of each bottle, as if about to commence some explosive chemistry experiment.  Eventually, he chose one and lifted it.  ’ Alright.  Who’ll share some Delamain with me?  Oscar, I know your’e game.’  Theo raised one eyebrow.

‘Thanks, Mr. Bellwether,’  he said, ignoring Iris’s suggestive cough.

‘Some of the best cognac you’ll ever drink, this,’ Theo went on. ‘Three grand for seventy piddling centilitres.’   ~Pg. 96.

This is a conversation Oscar could never even begin to have.  It’s doubtful someone in his position would ever even have £3000 together.  His world consists of 12-hour shifts at an elderly nursing home.  Still, he manages to find pleasure in it, befriending an old man who lends him books and life advice. But after meeting the Bellwethers, Oscar finds himself constantly feeling out place no matter where he is of who he is with.  As Eden slowly takes over their lives, things become even more surreal.

Wood’s writing is clear and straightforward, which makes the oddity of the story all the more powerful.  The characters, particularly Eden Bellwether and Herbert Paulsen, are richly drawn.  The story does take a couple of chapters to get going, but once it does, it is highly addictive.  It a few flakes become a snowball, then an avalanche.  It’s a forceful, unnerving and brilliant book.

Many thanks to the folks at Viking Adult for the review copy.  Visit author Benjamin Wood’s official site.

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ISBN 9780670023592 | 432 pages | 14 Jun 2012
Viking Adult | 5.98 x 9.01in | 18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: THE SOMNAMBULIST by Essie Fox

Firstly let me say that the genre of the Victorian novel is safe.  As anyone who reads my blog has probably noticed, I have a particular penchant for books about ghosts, Victorian England, a country house and a secret.  I can’t get enough, it seems.  And this one often reminded me of Gaslight.

 It’s told from the point-of-view of 17-year old Phoebe Turner.  It is 1881 and her beloved aunt Cissy is an esteemed opera singer.  Phoebe’s mother is a Bible-thumping missionary.  The two sisters could not be more different.  One night, Phoebe is allowed to attend one of her aunt’s performances at Wilton’s Music Hall, and in a moment she is swept up in the footlights and greasepaint.  Despite her mother’s warning against “theatre people”, she also sees the camaraderie among the backstage family.  That is until a strange man oozes his way into her family’s life — and turns it on its head.

Wilton’s Music Hall still stands today.

Trapped by a family secret, Phoebe finds herself accepting a position as a companion to a Mrs. Samuels.  She leaves all she has known in London for an estate in Herefordshire.  Here she finds a graveyard, madness, and answers to questions she didn’t know to ask.  She discovers treachery and deception that leads back to her own existence.

The Somnambulist relies on many of the conventions of a Victorian novel.  Setting certainly plays a huge role, as do the numerous letters sent between the characters.  Family secrets and missing objects are also a common theme.  Essie Fox brings the genre into the modern era by including an added layer of salaciousness (For all their popular novelty, Victorian novels maintained a certain level of propriety by being less explicit).  Here, certain scenes resemble Joyce Carol Oates more than Wilkie Collins.  This novel does not pull any punches, which makes it all the more compelling.

The Somnambulist by John Everett Millais

Throughout the book, the idea of sleepwalking is prevalent.  The theme varies from the most literal to far more figurative suggestions of consciousness.  Who are we when we sleep?  What is reality, and what is a dream, and how does one affect the other?  How much of our wakeful lives do we spend “sleepwalking”, just to get through the day?  Is the line between life and death like the line between wakefulness and sleep?  What is real and what is superstition?  While the house is in mourning, Phoebe describes the parlor:

Except for the wheezing old organ in church, there was to be no music that day.  Cissy’s piano was draped in black velvet, the same with the mirrors that hung over the mantels; the same with the big marble clock.  On the day of the death, when she wound that down, it felt like another heart being stopped.  But nature abhors a vacuum, and little wonder the ghosts of the past took hold of that silence to creep inside, bringing with them the nets in which we would be trapped.     ~Pg. 66

I truly enjoyed reading this book and seeing yet another take on the Victorian novel.  It’s great for a long weekend or a couple of afternoons in the backyard hammock. I look forward to reading more by Ms. Fox.

In this case, I had to do a little detective work to get my hands on a copy.  It does not yet have a US publisher, but hopefully that will change soon.  Until then, you can purchase it from The Book Depository, who offers free shipping worldwide. A great many thanks to the folks at Orion Books UK for sending me a copy.

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384 pages
234mm x 153mm x 32mm
ISBN-13 Number: 9781409123316
Publication Date: May 2011

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REVIEW: MRS. ROBINSON’S DISGRACE by Kate Summerscale

Kate Summerscale has once again uncovered a fascinating story from the ever contradictory Victorian era.  Not so very long ago, divorce was nearly impossible (unless you were King Henry VIII, of course).  Until 1858, “marriage could only be dissolved by an individual Act of Parliament, at a cost prohibitive to almost all of the population.  The new Court of Divorce and matrimonial Causes was able to sever the marital bond far more cheaply and quickly.”  The case brought forth by Mr. Henry Robinson is one of the first the court hears.

Isabella was already a widow (her husband “went mad”), with a significant dowry and inherited property, at age 31 when she wed Henry Robinson.  Henry was a civil engineer — respectable, if not overly impressive.  They had two children together and Henry built a sizable home, called Balmore House, for the family.

It appears the structure still stands today, in Caversham near Reading.
http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1934709

Yet Isabella was not content.  Far from it.  She was smart, inquisitive and tenacious.  She wanted to be surrounded by thinkers and artists.  And she wanted to be loved, not tolerated or used. What sounds perfectly reasonable today was radical 150 years ago.  Intelligent women were tolerated, within certain limits, and only when it didn’t interfere with duty.

Like many 19th century people, Isabella Robinson kept a diary.  Summerscale writes:

By 1850 the Letts company was selling several thousand diaries a year, in dozens of different formats.  These were the books in which Isabella wrote; they came bound in cloth or in red Russian calf hide, which gave off a faint scent of birch bark, and couple be fitted with protective covers and spring locks.  ’Use you diary with the utmost familiarity and confidence,’ Letts counselled the novice diarist, ‘conceal nothing from its pages nor suffer any other eye than your own to scan them.’  …

Women, in particular, took to diarising with a passion. … The act of diary-keeping honoured many of the values of Victorian society — self-reliance, autonomy, the capacity to keep secrets.  But if taken too far, these same virtues could turn to vices.  Self-reliance could become radical disconnection from society, its codes and rules and restraints; secrecy could curdle into deceit; self-monitoring into solipsism; and introspection into monomania.                               Pages 152-4

In this case, her diary did more damage than she could have imagined.  As her marriage became increasing unhappy, Isabella wrote of secret and exciting interactions with other male figures in her life.  She admitted to being miserable, to wishing she could leave her despicable husband.  While in the throes of a life-threatening fever, Henry finds her diary, reads it and decides to use it against her in court.

Not only was Isabella Robinson subjected to the humiliation of begin taken to divorce court, her innermost thoughts were read in court, transcribed by the newspapers.  In her letters during the time she seems to be almost in denial that anyone could use private thoughts and ideas as evidence.  She sounds frustrated but confident that common sense will win out.  Yet a conundrum seems to be all that Isabella faces.  She is encouraged by friends to claim madness, that he writings were nothing but hallucinatory.  No answer is satisfactory.  If she claims they are imaginings, then she is mad.  If she claims the entries to be true, then she must be mad to have written them down.

Even while Isabella Robinson had involved conversations with Charles Darwin, was good friends with phrenologist George Combe, and was related by marriage to William Wordsworth.  Yet she was also considered a poor example of womanhood. Despite her efforts to find some sort of peace within her unhappy life, she was left to be embarrassed by a society that would rather not accept her.

Summerscale’s research is impeccable. Several pages are devoted to notes with extra tidbits of information.  She completely encapsulates the strange grey area that was the Victorian era.  She has combed through thousands of letters, newspaper articles, and yes, diaries, to paint as complete a picture as possible.  And despite the title of the book, does not use Isabella’s diary as a source for salacious tidbits, like tabloids would have.  It is just one reference point for a greater portrait.

Many thanks to Bloomsbury for the review copy.
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June 2012
$26.00
384 pp
5.5 x 8.25 in
Hardcover
ISBN-13: 9781608199136
ISBN-10: 1608199134

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REVIEW: THE FAIRY RING by Mary Losure

I have always loved this story – a story within a story, really.  It speaks so much of the times and the psychology of an era.  I was a teenager, though, before I learned about the Cottingley Fairies.  I do wish I’d had a book like this to read when I was young.

The book gives an overview of how Elsie and Frances managed to find themselves involved in a national obsession.  Losure sketches their individual personalities, setting the stage for an incredible story.  Two young girls, restless and creative — and tired of being ignored — snapped photographs of themselves with dainty creatures of the woods near their home.  The girls insisted they communicated with these fairies.  And in a time when photography was a new technology, it was assumed that a photo equaled reality.  When the pictures made it to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the Strand Magazine, their quiet country existence became chaotic.  And, as is human nature, numerous people found in it precisely what they were looking for.

Sir Arthur wrote a book about Elsie and Frances’s pictures.  He called it “The Coming of the Fairies.”

Science, Sir Arthur now believed, was like a harsh light that left the world hard and bare, ‘like a landscape in the moon’.  And surely, there was more to life than that!  Just knowing fairies were out there, even if you never got to see one, added charm and romance to the world.

Sir Arthur didn’t say this in his book, but a part of him had longed for fairies ever since he was a boy. … In the asylum, Sir Arthur’s father drew pictures of tiny people holding leaves as big as umbrellas or lurking in flowerpots or riding on the back of birds.

Sir Arthur didn’t mention any of that in “The Coming of the Fairies.”  But if fairies were REAL, Sir Arthur’s father wasn’t crazy after all.                                    ~  Pages 141-3

Elsie and Frances down the beck

Losure tells the tale in a plain way, but it is not condescending.  She notes that the girls behaved badly for not being honest, but they are not vilified.  She highlights the narrow window between innocence and experience, between belief and reality.  Perhaps most importantly, she notes the importance of being true to yourself, and not needed validation from anyone else.  

Thank you to Candlewick Press for the review copy.

suggested retail price (U.S./CAN): $16.99 / $19.00
isbn-10/isbn-13: 0763656704 / 9780763656706
on sale date: 03/2012
type/format: Nonfiction / Hard Cover
age range: 10 yrs and up
# of pages/size: 192 / 5 1/2 x 7 1/4″
grade range: Grade 5 and up
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I invited a young lady, by the name of Sage, to also read and review this book.  She is 14 and I welcomed her views on The Fairy Ring.  Here are her thoughts.  

The Fairy Ring or Elsie and Frances Fool the World is written by Mary Losure. It was published March 27, 2012 by Candlewick Press. The age level for this book is 10 year old and up, so says the book.  I think that the book publishing company is wrong in this aspect. A 10 year old living in today’s world would have trouble reading this book because of the use of outdated words and the older camera used in the turn of the century is so different than the camera than we know today that some children might not grasp the concept. Instead I think that this is a wonderful read-aloud book for a child of any age or an independent book for anyone over the age of 13. In either case, it is probably a good idea to keep a dictionary near by. All in all, this book is a very quick read and quite lovely at that.

The Fairy Ring or Elsie and Frances Fool the Worldis a true story about a 9 year-old girl named Frances who sees little fairies near the small brook in her aunt and uncle’s backyard. After the start of World War I, Frances and her mother move in with her Aunt Polly, Uncle Arthur and her cousin, Elise in a little town by the name of Cottingley in Yorkshire, England while her father is fighting in France. When Frances is made fun of for believing in fairies, Elsie says she saw the fairies too. To prove that fairies exist, Elsie makes paper pixies and borrows her father’s camera to take pictures of the fairies with her and with Frances.  These pictures are soon forgotten and stashed in a drawer, until Polly visits a lecture about nature spirits presented by an organization of people by the name of Theosophists. Elsie’s mother tells the lecturer about the photographs her daughter and her niece had taken of fairies.  Mr. Gardener soon writes a letter to Mrs. Wright telling her how astounding the pictures were and if Elsie would take some more. He sends Elsie six-dozen plates to take pictures with. (At this time, cameras were very different than cameras today. Instead of film, glass plates were used. Each glass plate had to be inserted in a dark room. ) The fairy pictures were shown in lectures given by the Theosophical Society in London. A writer for the Strand was doing research for an article about first-hand accounts of fairy sightings. This writer was none another than Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of Sherlock Holmes. Soon, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Mr. Gardener team up to uncover the truth on the fairy pictures; to find a scam. This leads to the harassment of both girls to take more pictures. One day, they take three more.  Time passes, and Elsie and Frances are no longer able to see the fairies. Neither of them took another fairy picture.

 I thoroughly enjoyed this book.  Losure uses wondrous imagery to describe the beck in Elsie’s backyard. The description of the ‘little men’ that Frances sees is just wonderful. It makes me want to visit a little waterfall or a glen.

You can buy this book on Amazon for as low as  $6.97 (That price includes shipping. Regular price: $16.99.)

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REVIEW: AN UNMARKED GRAVE by Charles Todd

Those who are suffering from a bit of Downton Abbey withdrawal and enjoy a cozy mystery should read this book.  Battlefield nurse Bess Crawford is alerted to an unaccounted for corpse in the shed turned makeshift morgue.  Interest piqued and always dutiful, she intends to report the findings to the Matron.  Before she can, she is struck with the rampant Spanish Influenza that took down so many in the waning days of WWI.  Despite her delirium, and a close call with the illness, she remembers what happened the night she fell ill and sets out to solve the mystery.  But when her compatriots begin dying under strange circumstances, she knows that she will be next.

Jessica Brown Findlay as Lady Sybil / Nurse Crawley

Bess is the head-strong daughter of a retired colonel, who now has a high-level job in his Majesty’s government.  She grew up on post in India, though now her parents have a place in Somerset.  When war broke out she insisted on being useful (much like Lady Sybil Crawley) and volunteered to be a battle field nurse.  Her parents, certainly respectful of the idea of duty to King and Country, supported her efforts, while keeping a watchful eye on her as best as possible.

Charles Todd (actually a mother and son team of authors) is very well versed in the details of the times.  The novel follows Bess as she travels back and forth between England and France, from rehab facilities to field hospitals, from ambulance tracks to channel steamers.

And so I waited.  Last night the sun had set in a blaze of gold and red, sliding behind a bank of deep purple clouds.  Now it was pitch dark without the flickering light of the shelling, and the only way we could be certain we were on what passed as a road were the wide swaths of deep ruts left behind by the lorries.  Our blacked-out headlamps were woefully inadequate, casting shadows that only made it harder to judge anything in time to avoid another bone-wrenching jolt.  About two miles out we spotted the single chimney and broken wall of a farmhouse.  It had become a marker of sorts, and we all knew to watch for it.  The rest of the village was little more than rubble, with no way of judging where the streets had been, much less the houses or shops that once had lined them.  How this single chimney and wall had survived God knew alone.     ~ Pg. 105

L0024924 No. 2 Stationary Hospital, Rouen, France; W.W.I
Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images

There is almost constant travel, traversing borders in an attempt to both serve as a nurse and discover all of the threads in the web of the man in the shed.  And though she is anything but nonchalant, she is almost unflappable.

The novel moves very quickly and is full of action.  It is suspenseful and another great summer read.

Thanks to the folks of William Morrow for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062015723
ISBN10: 0062015729
Imprint: William Morrow
On Sale: 6/5/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 272; $24.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE UNSEEN by Katherine Webb

This is the first novel I have read by Ms. Webb but when she started with an epigraph page with quotes from William Wordsworth, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Rudolph Steiner, I knew I was in for a well-wrought story.  She certainly knows her literary stuff.

The novel straddles the span of a century — 1911 & 2011.  A young journalist is asked to find information about a WWI soldier whose body has just been found.  With just a couple of letters found with the soldier, she begins her search.  In the alternate world, Cat Morley is just starting her new job as a maid at Cold Ash Rectory.  The Reverend Albert Canning and his wife Hester hire the unfortunate girl as a sort of mission or kindness.  Their relationship is awkward, at best, and made even more strained when a Mr. Robin Durrant enters the picture.  A theosophist of great repute, the Reverend seeks to impress him with his own stories of fairies and elementals.  The two feed off one another’s arrogance and delusion.

A home in present day Cold Ash, Berkshire, England

The book is written in present tense, a style I usually don’t find readable.  However, Webb manages it well.  Descriptions are still rich and not the usual clipped, terse style of present tense writing.  Additionally, because it is contemporaneous, we the reader do not know that the narrator will “be alright”.  It adds dramatic tension and brings the reader closer to the action.

It is nowhere near lunch time when a smart knock at the door jolts Cat from her reverie.  She has been distracted all morning, her gaze wandering far and away through the hall window that she’s supposed to be polishing with ball of old newspaper.  Thoughts of George Hobson tease her mind away from work.  She saw him again last night, drank enough beer with him to make her head spin and her insides glow.  Now her head is spinning still, and her stomach feels weak, and a slow throb of pain has taken to beating behind her eyes.  Fatigue makes hr limbs heavy and her thoughts slow.  Even this early in the day the air is warm, and a mist of sweat salts her top lip. When the door knocker forces her to move she turns, catching sight of herself in a heavy-framed mirror on the wall.       ~Pg. 113

Cat is a complicated heroine.  She is both mature for her age and forced to deal with things far too young.  She is a free spirit trapped in a less than forgiving world.  She is likable but far from perfect.  Still, the reader is happy to root for her as she attempts to navigate the complicated household.

Webb also gives due to Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre and her madwoman in the attic.  Jane’s terror when she is locked in the Red Room at Mrs Reed’s is as palpable. One of Cat’s worst fears is realized when she is locked in her room.

She hurls herself at the door, scrabbling at the wood, heedless of the splinters that drive themselves beneath her fingernails.  She points her fists against it, feels the shock of each blow rattle her bones.  But the door does not yield.

Hester, on the floor below, lies sleepless and alone in her bed. … Hester shuts her eyes and puts the pillow over her head, but she can’t block out the girl’s distress completely.  She has no choice but to hear it, and finds in it, as the night progresses, an echo of feelings deep inside her own heart.                   ~ Pg. 326

The reader can’t help but recall Jane’s own sleepless nights as Bertha Rochester haunted Thornfield.

One final, though rather picky, note.  The cover of this book does not match the book itself.  I know we’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one does.  This cover looks like a YA romance, rather than an Edwardian-set mystery.  I just found it confusing.

All in all, The Unseen is a well-written, enjoyable book.  It would be a perfect summer read, especially on a thunderstorming afternoon.

Many thanks to William Morrow for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062077882
ISBN10: 0062077880
Imprint: William Morrow Paperbacks
On Sale: 5/22/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 464; $14.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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Penguin Acts Out – Introduction

The super cool people at Penguin English Library have been having a little fun with a penguin figurine and some famous scenes in classic literature.  This has been christened Penguin Acts Out.

I’ve been inspired to do the same but I’ve only done a couple so far.  Watch this space for my contribution to Penguin Acts Out!

 

 

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REVIEW: FOOLING HOUDINI by Alex Stone

Part memoir, part essay, part history, Fooling Houdini is an incredibly readable book.    We’re brought along as Stone remakes himself from a haughty know-it-all who is publicly disgraced to humble student who finds his master.

The author had always dabbled in magic tricks and illusions.  He writes:

 Eventually my fascination with the mysteries of magic, and my quest for new material, led me to immerse myself in a world of meetings, lectures, and workshops — an underground community of like-minded obsessives for whom magic is more than just a hobby: it’s a way of life.  In any given week in New York City, where I now lived, there were a dozen private gatherings: in the backs of diners, a split-level veterans’ lodges, in spare rooms at medical centers and universities, and in various other undisclosed locations.  I quickly learned that the juiciest secrets were seldom printed in books or packaged in magic kits.  The most valuable knowledge — the real work — was passed along in secret session and backroom conclaves.  Deception, I cam to realize, was one of the few remaining oral traditions.                                                                 ~ Pg. 7

But after an embarrassing outing at the Magic Olympics (yes, they exist), Stone gives up his rabbit and top hat for a time.  When he finally decides to revisit his passion, he approaches it not only with new found respect, but also a great deal more circumspect.

He researches and studies psychological experiments, goes undercover into a three-card monte scheme and muses on the ethics of deception.  All the while, earning a Masters in Physics from Columbia University.  In fact, he becomes obsessed with what science and magic have in common, rather than viewing them as mortal enemies.

Stone’s writing style is jaunty and one imagines him to be likewise.  Though clearly nerdy,  he seems to have truly found his calling and is unabashed about it.

Stone posits:

Magic is a science as well as an art, and in science, knowledge serves only to deepen the mystery.  Each new find opens vistas on an uncharted territory at the edge of human understanding.  Nestled within each answer lies another riddle in an endless web of unknowns.

‘The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination — stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light.  A vast pattern — of which I am part … what is the pattern of the meaning or the why?  It does not harm the mystery to know a little more about it.’  This from physicist Richard Feynman, and it seems to me that it applies as much to magic as it does to physics.                                          ~ Pg. 152

This is not a manual for magic, though he does explain the principles behind a few tricks.  He mentions his various run-ins with “breaking the magician’s code”, but these are hardly giving away anything.  As Stone points out, no one believes three-card monte is magic; it’s the psychology and the physics behind it that make it appear so.   This is a long essay on the fundamental ideas behind magic — both for audience and magician — as well as an exploration of what modern science can tell us about how perception and deception work in our minds.

Many thanks to Danielle at Harper for the ARC.

Hear more from Alex Stone at foolinghoudini.com
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ISBN: 9780061766213
ISBN10: 0061766216
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 6/19/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 320
$26.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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BOOK BLOGGER HOP – Book Club

Do you belong to a book club, either online or in real life?

Not as such…

I generally pick such a disparate books that its rare that they (or I) want to read the same things.  I have yet to find a group of people to match my bizarre tastes.  I love 19th century classics (Wilkie Collins, Charlotte Bronte, Poe) and Victorian mysteries (and books written like them, i.e. Michael Cox, Susan Hill).  

My neighborhood is really cool and there is a book club.  I suppose I’m an unofficial member.  I’ve only been to one meeting, which was really a big dinner with lots of wine and chatting.  They’ve just announced their list for the next 6 months and I may join them a couple of times.  They really are a fun group!

 

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REVIEW: THE CHAPERONE by Laura Moriarty

For this one, you have to think back, imagine a time when Victorian mores hadn’t yet lost their grip.  For women, hair was still worn long (as were skirts – no pants), yet they were about to win the right to vote.  There was a constant tug between the past and the future.  It must have been very exciting, and terribly frustrating.

It was also when films were now ensconced as a form of popular entertainment.  Still in the silent era, millions of people would flock every week to see their favorite star shimmering on the screen, their overwrought expressions accompanied by live music.

This is the setting for The Chaperone.  New York City is still the hub of everything, and anything west of Chicago is still untamed.  And from Kansas a bewitching girl takes the country, and the world, by storm.

The novel is based on true events and is written from the point of view of Cora, the chaperone (though not in first person).  Cora is hired to accompany a young Louise Brooks to New York to continue her dance studies.  And while Louise is attending her intense training, Cora investigates her own past, her own origins.

Louise Brooks – Publicity Still

 As the two attend numerous shows and functions, Cora attempts to solve the mystery of Louise.  She seems to be able to control people with her mind.  She is at once youthfully innocent and frighteningly seductive — a quality that would be captured on film.  Cora struggles with her duty as a chaperone and the world where things are clearly changing quickly.

Louise, always manipulative, manages to get them to attend a show called Shuffle Along, at the 63rd Street Music Hall.

Cora’s gaze moved over the seats, then back down to her program.  The fact that there was a character named “Jazz” seemed especially worrisome.  Was it a jazz show?  A radical one with mixed seating?  She wasn’t much of a chaperone, sitting there passively with Louise, waiting for the music to start.  Just there year before, there’d been an article in “Ladies Home Journal” that warned that the new jazz craze was a real threat to young people, as it regularly led to a base form of dancing that stirred up the lower nature.  Even just hearing jazz was bad, the article said: its primitive rhythms and moaning saxophones were purposefully sensuous, and capable of hypnotizing young people.                                                     ~ Pg. 153

Cora, though uncomfortable at first, enjoys the show.  It is a turning point for her character as well.

Most of book follows the two women during their time in NYC.  Louise is “discovered” and Cora returns, although nothing is ever simple for either of them again. The latter quarter of the book skims both women’s lives – marriages, successes, downfalls, and falling outs.  It is also the weakest part of the book.  It becomes more of an overview of women’s rights in American history in social studies class and feels tacked on.  Only occasionally is their story brought into the content.

Louise Brooks in Pandora's Box

While The Chaperone isn’t mind-blowing, it is perfectly enjoyable.  Glimpses into Louise’s personality are particularly fun to read, as are the Prohibition-era snapshots of NYC.   Classic Hollywood buffs will enjoy reading about one of films brightest — and short-lived — stars of the 1920s.

Many thanks to Penguin and Riverhead Books for the review copy.
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Book: Hardcover
9.25 x 6.25in
384 pages
ISBN 9781594487019
05 Jun 2012
Riverhead
18 – AND UP

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ARMCHAIR BEA 12: Ask the Experts

I am surely no expert.  I “accidentally” fell into book blogging.  I’ve learned a great deal by absorption.  

At this point, I think my main question is how to get more readers.  How do I attract more engaged readers?  Readers who look for new posts, who leave comments and ask questions?

Ideas?

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REVIEW: JEZEBEL by Irene Nemirovsky

This is the first of Nemirovsky’s novels I have read.  I’d heard her story and was intrigued.    She was born in 1903 in Kiev to wealthy family, who immigrated to France.  Well-educated, she became a prolific and respected writer in Paris.  However, her life and talent were cut short when she died in 1942 in Auschwitz.  Her posthumous career has taken on a life of its own.  This book in particular was kept locked in a safe for decades and only released in 2006.

It opens on the trial of Gladys Eysenach, the main character.  She is accused of murdering a young man named Bernard.  As the trial proceeds, she does little to defend herself.  Rather she allows others to come to their own conclusions.  She would rather be found guilty than admit to the terrible truth she is trying to hide.

Gladys is obsessed with youth.  Her beauty is her only concern.  As the novel progresses (through flashbacks) it becomes clear that she will never be content and only serves to act as her own downfall.  Gladys’ selfishness is stunning.

In 1914 Gladys lived near Antibes in a beautiful but uncomfortable house, built in the Italian style; it had belonged to the Counts Dolcebuone and was named ‘Sans-Souci’.

‘I only rented it because of its name, ‘Care-free’, for it encapsulates all of life’s wisdom,’ she would say.

The rooms were vast and cold, the furniture covered in threadbare red damask.  But the dark walls softened the glaring light of the Midi and Gladys likes that.  Every day, just after she woke up, she would pick up her mirror and study her features, and she would find pleasure in the glowing shadow that softly lit up her face.   ~Pg 59.

Although it is written in the third person, it is from Gladys’ point-of-view.  The reader sees her disintegrate, slowly unravelling.

The main weakness in the novel is the repetitive nature after the halfway point.  The plot is left in the background — until the last few pages.  However the repeating thoughts do note Gladys’ static nature.  She is unchanging, ungrowing, even in the face of losing her freedom.  Her obsession has in turn consumed her and she is now unable to change.

The book reads more like a novella.  It’s easily read in a day.  I found it very reminiscent of George Sand and her Leone Leoni, and of James M Cain’s Mildred Pierce.  I’m very glad her work has been “rediscovered” and look forward to reading more of it.

A great many thanks to Audrey and Courtney at Vintage Anchor Books for the review copy.
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Paperback: 208 pages
Publisher: Vintage; Reprint edition (May 1, 2012)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0307745465
ISBN-13: 978-0307745460
Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.6 x 8 inches

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ARMCHAIR BEA 12: Beyond the Blog

Although I certainly haven’t reached my writing goals, by any means, I have done some freelance writing.  For a time, I was actually making a good bit of money doing it too.  There were even a few months that it covered the rent, free and clear.  But as the economy tanked, local outlets (the ones I wrote for) either went away or closed ranks.  Editors and staff began to do more of their own writing.  Magazines got thinner.  ”Advertorials” made up the bulk of the content. It still hasn’t really turned around, at least here.   So I threw myself into finishing my Masters thesis.  But you can read some of my freelance work here.  I’m particularly proud of the piece on the libraries, and the one on Poe, of course.

And in answer to the other question posted, no, I don’t monetize my blog.

My writing goals include: having my reviews picked up by a national outlet and finish writing a novel.

I can do that…

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ARMCHAIR BEA 12: Books and Networking

Today’s topic is about networking “in the real world”, bringing those online relationships to another level.

I admit, this is something I’ve been working on, but I’m no expert.  Still, I will share an examples of how books and book reviewing are a part of my “real” life.

 Living in Savannah, we are lucky enough to have a fantastic library system.

Live Oak Public Libraries does wonderful things for the area and I support them as much as I can.  When I got married, I asked guests to bring gently used books that I later donated to the library.

I don’t have lots of money to donate but I help in other ways.  Every couple of months I donate books that I have read for review to them.  They often add them to their catalog; and the ones that don’t make it into their Book Sale, which supports their costs as well.  I also wrote an article for Connect Savannah about their annual gala.  I donated the article to the paper and asked the paper to in turn donate my writer’s fee to the library.  The story was picked up by Geek the Library campaign!

 That was one of my favorite “networking”moments!

 

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ARMCHAIR BEA 12: Giveaways

THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW OVER.

I’ve got two books for giveaway for this year’s Armchair BEA.  I should mention I have not read either; I’m merely hosting a giveaway.

The description from the publicist:

In Such a Pretty Fat, Jen Lancaster learned how to come to terms with her body. In My Fair Lazy, she expanded her mind. Now the New York Timesbestselling author gives herself—and her generation—a kick in the X, by facing her greatest challenge to date: acting her age.

Jen is finally ready to put away childish things (except her Barbie Styling Head, of course) and embrace the investment-making, mortgage-carrying, life-insurance-having adult she’s become. From getting a mammogram to volunteering at a halfway house, she tackles the grown-up activities she’s resisted for years, and with each rite of passage she completes, she’ll uncover a valuable—and probably humiliating—life lesson that will ease her path to full-fledged, if reluctant, adulthood.

ISBN 9780451233172 | 368 pages | 01 May 2012 | NAL | 9.25 x 6.25in | 18 – AND UP

Many thanks to Melissa at Penguin for this title.

 

Also up for grabs is a new book, due out TODAY, called Little Night by Luanne Rice.

 

The description from the publisher:

LITTLE NIGHT has elements of classic Luanne Rice—the complex family dynamics, the atmospheric sense of place (specifically, her incredible descriptions of New York’s wildlife and natural areas). But it is also extremely suspenseful as we learn the truth of what Grit has endured the past twenty years. Because Grit’s mother Anne is absent for most of the book, she has a ghostlike, haunting presence, affecting Grit and Clare as deeply as if she were present. Above all, LITTLE NIGHT is a riveting story about women and the primal, tangled family ties that bind them together.

ISBN 9780670023561 | 336 pages | 05 Jun 2012 | Pamela Dorman Books | 5.98 x 9.01in | 18 – AND UP

Many thanks to Lindsay for the giveaway copy!

So… here’s how it works!  There will be two winners, one for each book.  Winning is really easy.

- In the comments section below, leave your first name and your email in the following format email (at) domain (dot) com.

- You can earn extra entries (one for each) by:

1) posting a link to this giveaway on your blog/site (post the link below so I can find it)
2) linking to it on Twitter (please include my handle @cineastesview and #armchairbea)

- Contest closes at 11:59pm EST June 7 (Thursday!) so get those entries in.  Winners will be notified by email.  Books will be sent directly from the publisher to a US mailing address only.  THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW OVER!

GOOD LUCK!

CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR WINNERS!

Bonnie Regan, you’ve won JENERATION X.
Mary Ward, you’ve won LITTLE NIGHT.
LADIES, I will be in touch soon.

Thank you to everyone who entered. Happy Armchair BEA!

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ARMCHAIR BEA 12: Introduction

Writing once again from Virtual Booth #221b…  This will be my second Armchair BEA.

◊ Please tell us a little bit about yourself: Who are you? How long have you been blogging? Why did you get into blogging?

I am a director of a nonprofit performing arts venue in the South.  I hold a Bachelor’s in English from St. Anselm College and I just earned my Masters of Arts in Cinema Studies from Savannah College of Art and Design.

I began writing book reviews about two and a half years ago, but I’d been writing film reviews ever since I can remember.  I was always excited by films and the way they tell stories.

◊ Tell us one non-book-related thing that everyone reading your blog may not know about you.

Well, here’s a couple of things anyway… I’m also a photographer and have been since I was a child.  I’m obsessed with showing other people what it is I see.

I’m fairly certain I was born in the wrong decade.  I should have been a flapper and I love to wear cloche hats.  I’m also a jazz fiend.

I like to post found photos.

I love to garden and wish I lived in a field stone house in the English countryside so I could have a proper garden and write a novel using an antique typewriter.

◊ Which is your favorite post that you have written that you want everyone to read?

I have a couple that I am particularly proud of.

The Bedlam Detective
The Uninvited Guests

◊ If you could eat dinner with any author or character, who would it be and why?

Well, let me say that no, it would not be Hannibal Lecter.

There are a few but I can say at the top of my list would be Agatha Christie.  Her life was so fascinating and full of adventure.  I read her autobiography and it was like listening to your completely awesome grandmother tell wonderful stories about growing up.  I know we’d still be sitting at the table long after dessert.

◊ What literary location would you most like to visit? Why?

I’ve finally been to England and I loved it as much as I’d hoped I would.   There are still so many places there that I need to visit (made it to Sherlock’s house though!).

Given the chance, I’d like to go to the Lakes District where Wordsworth wrote Tintern Abbey and see the peaks in Dartmoor.

I hope you will enjoy my site.  You can also follow me on Twitter and Pinterest.

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REVIEWS: Meh…

These are the reviews that I dread.  I try to find something positive about each book I read, but sometimes a book just doesn’t fly for me.  Still, my plan is to give a fair description here so you, the reader, can decide.  Perhaps you will find a book here that becomes one of your favorites.

I, IAGO

Iago has always been one of my favorite Shakespeare characters.  Truly.  He fascinates me.  So I was excited to hear someone had tackled the idea of telling the story of Othello from Iago’s point of view.  The strength of this book is Galland’s ability to turn a sentence.  Her descriptions are full and deep.

Venice is a place of pomp and circumstances, where every possible opportunity for ceremony is studiously observed and acted on, but there was little fanfare when we graduated from our training.  Soaked by sheets of cooling rain, skirting the flooded Piazza of San marco, I returned home, lugging my leather satchel — the weight of which was much less burdensome to me than it had been three months earlier.  ~Pg 45.

But while her writing is enjoyable on the small scale, I found it difficult to become invested in the plot.  I quickly lost interest in the overall story.  It just fell flat for me.

WHAT YOU SEE IN THE DARK

This novel uses the filming of Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho as a backdrop for the intertwining tales of the citizens of Bakersfield, California.  A diner waitress, an actress’s cab ride, a truck and a shower become rich settings for disparate characters.  The book unfolds as more of a psychological study than a novel.  And unfortunately (to me, anyway), it stays that way.  Not much ever happens, and no character is fascinating enough to sustain it on interior dialogue alone.  If you’re a fan of modern-style novels such as this, perhaps you will enjoy it more than I did.

My thanks to William Morrow and Algonquin Books for the review copies.

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REVIEW: THE QUEEN – A LIFE IN BRIEF

By Robert Lacey

This is certainly London’s time to shine.  A fabulous royal wedding last year, a Summer   Olympics in just a few weeks plus Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Jubilee!  She is only the second monarch to have reigned over Britain and its commonwealths for 60 years (Queen Victoria being the first).

This small book is but an overview of Queen Elizabeth’s extraordinary life up to now.  Its short length makes it incredibly accessible and allows a reader to find aspects they’d like to read more on.  It’s also full of funny anecdotes and surprising moments.

Some of my favorite stories are from her youth.  In childhood, there was no indication that she would eventually take the Crown, as she was the niece of the sitting monarch.  Her parents attempted to give her a childhood filled with as much play as school, as much comfort as duty.

Her educational priorities, according to her official biographer, were ‘plenty of fresh air, exercise, fun — and light reading.’ So the Royal LIbrarian, Owen Morshead, was appalled to discover one July that the eighteen books that the Queen had ordered for her elder daughter’s summer reading list were all novels — and every one of them by PG Wodehouse.  ~Pg 13.

King George VI, Queen Mother, Princess Elizabeth & Princess Margaret in 1942

Elizabeth and Margaret became important figures during the Depression and the War.

…With her nineteenth birthday approaching, she finally escaped to join the Auxiliary Territorial Service, or the ‘Women’s Army’ as the ATS was generally known — ‘No. 230873, Second Subaltern Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor.  Age: 18. Eyes: blue. Hair: brown. Height: 5 ft. 3 ins.’ For a month she travelled to Aldershot every morning for a vehicle cylinder heads, then returned to Windsor for dinner every evening to lecture her sister and parents on the joys of the internal combustion engine.  ~ Pg 22.

For me, the weaker portion of the book is during the later years.  The focus is less on Elizabeth and more on Charles and Diana.  True, much of the world’s attention was similarly distracted at the time but I would have preferred to read more of the Queen’s thoughts and actions in the 1980s and 90s.

More importantly, I learned tidbits I didn’t know and it piqued my interest to find out more about this impressive Queen.

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Many thanks to HarperPerennial for the review copy.

ISBN: 9780062124463
ISBN10: 0062124463
Imprint: Harper Perennial
On Sale: 5/15/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 176;
$15.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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Penguin English Library

In anticipation of the release of the latest edition of the Penguin English Library, the folks on twitter asked us readers what we’d like to ask the editor of the series.  I sent in a number of queries, some of which he answered!  You can watch the video here:

Penguin English Library – Simon Winder

Thats me!

 

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REVIEW: THE UNINVITED GUESTS by Sadie Jones

from Harper Collins

It is an unusual book to be sure.  I can’t think of when I’ve read something that reminds me of numerous other books or stories and at the same time is entirely unlike anything else.  It’s a slippery eel of a novel.

My attempt at a summary will be inept at best and confusing at worst, but I’ll try to sketch it out a bit.  The Torrington-Swift family consists of Mother (Charlotte), second husband and step-father (Edward), and children (Emerald, Clovis and Smudge).  The book opens as Edward is leaving for Manchester in attempt to secure a loan that will allow the family to remain on their beloved (though not inherited or entailed) estate, Sterne.  It seems the family fortunes, like many of the upper-middle class and landed gentry’s during the interwar years, are fading if not crashing.  Shortly after Edward’s departure cousins arrive for Emerald’s birthday (though not in the combination she had hoped for).  Then they receive word that a train has derailed near them and would they be so kind as to house the poor souls until the Railway can send for them?  Thus begins a strange and unpredictable night at Sterne.

An English Country House in Hawes Upper Wensleydale

Emerald’s birthday party plans quickly unravel as the house becomes overrun with bedraggled, hungry travelers.  But much like the English society of the time, a somewhat absurd attempt is made to maintain protocol — no doubt part of Jones’ complicated allegory.  Indeed the “old” is often at odds with the “new”, or at the very least continually juxtaposed.

The yews had been meant for a hedge and cultivated as one for perhaps two hundred years but had run sluggishly away with themselves and, neglected, they formed a misshapen lumbering procession.  They were wrinkles of dense growth.  They were resinous twisted towers with pockets like witches’ huts hidden within their vastness for playing or hiding.   Pg. 6.

Yet inside the house, a much more modern scene is unfolding…

Emerald, passing the morning room on her way to Mrs. Trieves, came upon Clovis, lying crumpled before the fire and listlessly plucking at the edges of a newspaper.  The spaniels Nell and Lucy reclined on the battered velvet chaise near to him, lifting snuffy noses in her direction as she stopped in the door.  Pg. 14

Generational gaps, class differences and the sacrifices one makes to bridge them are continually touched upon.  In this way, I was at turns reminded of Downton Abbey, PG Wodehouse, and I Capture the Castle.  It can be wickedly funny and distinctly sharp at the same time.  There is also an undertone (and sometimes overlay) of the supernatural.  It is reflective of The Twilight Zone, Shirley Jackson and Emlyn Williams.  The guests vacillate between  wandering zombie-like and acting as subtle oracles.
And when the slick Mr. Traversham-Beechers emerges from the pack things really get unsettling.  He is like Mephistopheles or Old Scratch, come to suggest and infiltrate.

He darted to the sideboard, took a clean glass.  Then, choosing with care, he opened a new decanter, one of port and poured the dark liquid until it quivered, swollen, at the top of the glass.  The party were mesmerized.  The sounds of singing seeped under the door, curling like smoke about them as they watched. Pg. 163

The book’s uncanniness is quickly addictive.  Just when it seems to find a tack, it changes direction again.  Various scenes come in and out of focus and the author manages to demonstrate contemporaneous events very well.  A very enjoyably out-of-body experience.

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Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.

ISBN: 9780062116505
ISBN10: 0062116509
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 5/1/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 272
$24.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: MIDNIGHT IN PEKING by Paul French

I noted when I first read this, and I still find it true:  This is the best true crime book I have read since The Devil in the White City.  Paul French painstakingly recreates not only the last days of Pamela Werner, but a crumbling China.  Like the Columbian Exposition of 1893 in Chicago, Peking was a city made up of cities.  The Legation Quarter was an entire neighborhood composed of various nationalities’ embassies, clubs, hotels and theatres.  Facades that reminded their frequenters of home, an island in the middle of ancient China.

With Orientalism at its height, in 1936 and 37, a 19 year old Englishwoman should have been having the time of her life.  Daughter to a British consul, she could enjoy the exoticism of living in China by living just on the edge of it.  But one morning in January 1937, her body is discovered at the base of Fox Tower.

Her violent death shocks Chinese and European Peking alike.  Locals fear they will be blamed, while European authorities are loathe to think a fellow foreigner could have done such a thing.

Drawing on Pamela’s father’s extensive notes, as well as newspaper accounts and the files of the two detectives assigned to the case, French breathes new life into a 75 year old murder mystery.  And though his research is diligent, there is nothing dry about this book.

Author Paul French at the base of the Fox Tower

Between DCI Dennis and Colonel Han the reader is led through a rabbit warren of opium dens and ancient hutongs, meeting salacious ne’er-do-wells, White Russians, questionable witnesses.  The characters — in this case real people — are flawed, human and sympathetic.  In fact, it’s hard to even find a true hero, though a number of heroics are performed.  Still, these people are so well-drawn by French that you can’t look away.

And the city of Peking is itself a character.

Dennis and Thomas found a table out of sight to all but the white-suited, silent-slippered Chinese waiters who brought whisky sodas and replaced the big brass ashtrays on stands next to each man.  The spittoons on the floor were unused by foreigners but were standard Peking fixtures.   The ladies and bright young things among the palm fronds were drinking the Wagon Lits’ signature champagne cocktails, or gin rickeys and sherry flips; there was a background noise of ice on metal from the cocktail shakers behind the bar.  A string quartet played light, faintly recognizable mood music — the greatest hits of 1935 had eventually made it to Peking.  The city tried but it couldn’t help being behind London, Paris and New York.

French has also put together a fantastic website, chronicling all evidence as well as providing photographs and maps of the sites in the book.  However, if you haven’t finished the book, be wary as there are spoilers.

Midnight in Peking has brought Pamela Werner out of oblivion and given her new life.  And we can walk the streets of old Peking with her, until that cold night in 1937.

ENTER TO WIN A COPY HERE.
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A great many thanks to the folks at Penguin for the advanced readers copy, and the giveaway copy.

Hardcover: 272 pages
Publisher: Penguin (Non-Classics); 1 edition (April 24, 2012)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0143121006
ISBN-13: 978-0143121008
Product Dimensions: 9.1 x 6.3 x 1.2 inches

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GIVEAWAY: Midnight in Peking

Thanks to the folks at Penguin, I am giving away a hardcover copy of MIDNIGHT IN PEKING by Paul French.  It’s the best historical true crime I’ve read since The Devil in the White City. (My full review is here)

To enter, please:

1. Leave a comment, with link to a Facebook or Twitter post in which you linked to this giveaway

2. Submit between now and Monday, April 23, 2012 at 4p.m. EST,

2.2 Due to technical difficulties on my part, I’ve extended this giveaway until Monday, April 30, 2012 at 4 p.m. EST.

3. In the comment, include your email in the following format (to reduce spam): name (at) domain (dot) com.

Winners will be chosen via random.org from among the valid entries. US mailing addresses only, please.

Good luck!

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REVIEW: KINO by Jurgen Fauth

I’m not exactly sure where to begin.  This book is incredibly fresh and exciting, yet nostalgic and wise.  The narrative centers around Mina, a newlywed whose husband is hospitalized during their honeymoon.  She mysteriously receives cans of film reels, a lost movie made by her grandfather, a German director.  Intrigued, she takes them to Germany to find someone who can run the celluloid, and someone who might know their importance.

Underpinning all of this is the story of her grandfather, Klaus Koblitz.  Rather like Germany’s Orson Welles Koblitz finds himself touted as a genius of the silent cinema in the heady days of the Weimar Republic.  As he recalls in his journal:

Once upon a time, in another country, I was a young and hopeful cripple.  I was a prodigy, the youngest filmmaker in Ufa’s history, the toast of Berlin.  I still dream of champagne picnics on the Pfaueninsel, the Zoo-Palast filled with an ocean of flowers, just for me.  I dream of Studio B and the sets we built for Jagd zu den Steren.

But all of that has been lost, destroyed, buried, bombed, and burnt. I lived my life for light and love, and now the bean counters and brain shrinkers want to break me.  ~Pg. 44

As his star rises, so too does the NSDAP and what will soon bring about the Third Reich in Germany.  Koblitz (known as Kino) will have to decide whether to stay in Germany with Ufa, or escape to Hollywood after Goebbels is named the Reichspropogandaminister.  But unlike so many of his fellow artists, Kino falls for Goebbels’ flattery and attempts to flourish under the strict artistic vision for the volk.

As a cinema nerd (well, actually I have a Masters in Cinema Studies — and I studied German in college), this book is incredibly exciting.  Real life personalities like Fritz Lang, Billy Wilder, GW Pabst and Peter Lorre appear.  Classic films, studio heads, and cinema history are the very rich backdrop.  Thankfully, Fauth expertly inserts these references and avoids sounding pretentious or false.  The focus is always on Kino and his fate.

The Love of Jeanne Ney (G.W. Pabst, 1927)

Fauth’s depiction of interwar Berlin – fleeting, sparkling and dangerous – makes one wish they’d had a chance to see it.  There is also the incredible sadness among the revelers, knowing these days are numbered. Reluctance, pride, obsession, stubbornness and desperation all come to a head, in the light of a shining projector.

Mina’s discoveries about her family history unfold in layers.  She learns about Kino from his own journal, and from the bits of film she is able to see.  When see speaks with her grandmother, once a gorgeous screen goddess, she hears a different version of the same events.  Penny is a cranky old woman who swears like a sailor and takes pills like a rock star.  Her character is both hysterical and sad.  But she also brings a living memory to the story — and just a hint of something supernatural, perhaps slightly steam punk.

Things in Kino’s movies had a tendency to really happen.  It was like deja vu, except that you know it isn’t all in your head  It often happened when I was tired, when the light was right and I turned my head just so.  I’d recognize the way a group of people were arranged on the street or lines of dialogue overheard at the butcher.  The more I began to notice it, the more I recognized the shots, details, angles, and compositions all around me.  Once you’d seen Kino’s films, these echoes infiltrated the world.  Klaus, conceited Arschloch that he was, simply shrugged and took credit — he called himself a visionary, and that suited him fine.  He didn’t understand his power, had no idea how to control it, and he didn’t care.  His movies set events in motion, I saw that clearly.  It was extraordinary.  Father and I used to talk about how the new physics might explain the phenomenon, but it only occurred at the edges of subjective perception. ~ Pg. 155

Again, Fauth does not allow the book to become mired down upon itself. After suggesting ideas, he quickly moves on — rather like seeing something out of the corner of your eye, then looking and wondering if you saw anything at all.

If I haven’t been clear, this book is fantastic.  Read it.  It’s enjoyable on every level.  It moves quickly.  There is history, adventure, mystery, danger, love, and humor.  And like the films that have affected us all, Kino is a story that will stay with you.

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Visit the author’s very cool site and follow his fantastic tumblr.  He has made Klaus Koblitz seem so very real!
Many thanks to the folks at Atticus Books for the review copy.

Fiction/Literary Thriller, Trade Paperback Original
ISBN 978-0-9832080-7-5
5.25 x 8 in/248 pages
Publication Date: April 17, 2012

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REVIEW: THE BEDLAM DETECTIVE by Stephen Gallagher

My frequent readers will no doubt sigh and shake their heads at me for reading another English Victorian – set novel to do with murder and madness.  I know what I like – what can I do?  But this book was different.  While it used the framework of a Victorian sensational novel (although it’s technically set in the Edwardian), it brought with it a modern sensibility and told a good yarn.

The main character, Sebastian Becker, has landed a post as the Lord Chancellor’s Visitor in Lunacy.  In short, his job is to investigate the sanity of the landed gentry, those with wealth and power bestowed by the Crown.  Should they be found wanting in rationality, their title may be stripped and given to the next in line.  A strange job, to be sure, and no less adventurous than his previous occupation as a Pinkerton detective in America (a story I hope Gallagher explores in other books).  Much like Jonathan Harker, Esq. in Dracula, Becker arrives in an unfamiliar rural town and is met with locals who refuse to talk of their troubled past.  They are suspicious of this outsider and assume his unexpected visit can portend nothing good.  Indeed, shortly after his arrival, two young girls disappear, only to be found dead hours later.  And their unfortunate end is not the first horror experienced by this beachside community.  But do they have anything to do with a madman?  Is he mad at all?

Becker’s quarry is one Sir Owain Lancaster, lord of Arnside Hall.  He’d always been a bit of reckless adventurer, but his latest stories were simply too wild to be believed.  I minor inventor, he’d set out in the Amazon to develop a special device for navigating by the stars.  But his travel party, including his wife and young son, is decimated in the dense forest.  Sir Owain returns with just one survivor — and an unbelievable story of horrid monsters.  Insistent, he presents his findings to the public, but some call his sanity into question, the the Crown calls upon Becker.

A drawing of Bedlam Hospital

This lone survivor from the failed mission, Dr. Sibley, is Renfield, Igor and Smithers all in one.  He pretends to be Sir Owain’s caregiver, but arouses suspicion.  Gallagher introduces him as, “Not so much a man more a slimy shadow.  Hanging around in the corner like an undertaker’s mute.” Like everyone else in this town, he is hiding something.

Gallagher artfully brings the past to life by inserting certain details.  Film and photography were still in their infancy and the images that were produced had strange effects on their observers.  Since little about how it worked was understood by the general populous, just about anything captured on film has to be “real” (i.e. The Cottingley Fairies).  Found at the scene of the crime was a small film camera, with film in it.  Becker knows it may contain evidence and brings it to local photographer for developing.  The studio is described as

at the top of the house, containing attic space and a large skylight.  It was reached by a gloomy staircase through the photographer’s living quarters. His private rooms were screened off by a red velvet curtain with braid and tassels, like the dressing on a Punch and Judy booth.  Sebastian ascended through the chemical odors of the photographer’s trade, musty and unnatural, and the boiled-cabbage fragrance of his midday meal, even less appetizing.

But even more enjoyable is his inclusion of the traveling fair.  Needing a place to view the film once developed, Becker approaches a Bioscope movie tent projectionist.

In this cramped room, dominated by the projection apparatus and smelling of ozone and naptha and nitrates, a young man was cranking the handle to rewind a film spool for the next show. … There was a bench down one side of the wagon.  Strips of moving picture film hung from clotheslines above it, all of differing lengths, stirring in the draft from the door like the tails of so many kites.  Mental film cans were stacked high on every surface, and on the wall a large hand-painted notice warned of the dangers of sparks and naked flames.

But where does imagination end and discovery begin?  The Bedlam Detective tries to define where Victorian idealism meets prehistoric savagery, in the name of science and colonialism.  In Becker’s case, he is charged with treating madness as something in need of domestic protection.  But Gallagher seems to be noting that herding lunatics is just another form of colonialism — another’s idea of normalcy impressed upon a disparate population.  That, and a gentle reminder that monsters can come in many disguises.

Many thanks to Mary at Crown Publishing for the review copy.
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Hardcover: 320 pages
Publisher: Crown (February 7, 2012)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0307406644
ISBN-13: 978-0307406644
Dimensions: 6.6 x 1.2 x 9.6 inches

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REVIEW: THE CHILD WHO by Simon Lelic

This novel is a balanced mixture of psychological thriller and police procedural, primarily told from the point of view of Leo Curtice, a defense lawyer.  He is assigned the case of Daniel Blake, a twelve-year-old accused of killing his eleven-year-old classmate.   Curtice seems clear that his job is to protect the boy as his fate is decided by those who are distant, older and caught up in the emotions of the situation.  But when threatening letters begin arriving, Curtice must decide if he can defend the child and keep his own family safe.

Lelic manages to walk a fine line in telling this story.  The horrors of the crime are clear but not gory.  The accused is sympathetic but not excused.  Where to place blame is not clear.  Curtice himself is a parent who struggles with his duty to his job with his duty to protect his wife and daughter.  In many ways, it reads like a novelized version of an episode of Law & Order: UK.  Lelic attempts to tell the story with all aspects in mind.

The narrative moves quickly from investigation to legal procedure, interspersed with internal thoughts.  Lelic does so with deep descriptions.

The kitchen is dark and she leaves it dark until she gathers the will to boil an egg.  The shell is fiddly, though, and she scalds her fingers and in the end she cannot be bothered with it.  She slides the plate away, toast and egg cup and all, and pull her mug of tea and cigarettes nearer.  Her phone, too.  She checks the screen, just in case she has missed a call, even though the house is silent and the phone has barely left her grip.  Page 2.

The track curved and the train tipped and the ground beneath them seemed to fall away.  Out of one window reared a ragged cliff face; in the other, the bucking seas.  A wave lunged and clawed the track, then slid back into the writhing mass.  the water, in the winter sun, sparkled like a lunatic’s grin.  It seemed joyous, heedless, unconstrained in its dementia.  It launched itself again and this time lashed the carriage but the train seemed to barely judder.  It sped on – lungs full, head down – and dived for the approaching tunnel.  Page 151.

This novel brings to the fore questions about identity, nature vs nurture, and responsibility, all while telling a fast-paced story.

Many thanks to Elaine at Penguin for the review copy.

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ISBN 9780143120919 | 320 pages | 28 Feb 2012 | Penguin | 8.26 x 5.23in | 18 – AND UP

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REVIEW: ELEGY FOR EDDIE by Jacqueline Winspear

A Maisie Dobbs Novel

I am quite aware that this is a series, and a popular one at that, but this is the first Maisie Dobbs novel I have read.  Spunky and precocious, Dobbs defies convention by owning her own business and having skipped a few rungs on the social class ladder. Maisie grew up on the “other” side of the river but is now the proprietress of a detective agency.  With smart, capable people in her employ, she takes on cases for hire.  Set in early 1930s London, England is dealing with post-war fatigue and an overwhelming, industrialized future coming too fast.

This particular case involves a young man named Eddie who turns up dead.  Maisie is approached by people from her past to find out what happened to him.  In her investigation she meets strict factory men, low-class drunkards, gentle widows, thugs and coppers. Maisie’s peculiar situation allows her to float between the upper crust and downtrodden and gives the reader a sense of the vast divide between them.  And the reader gets a sense that she doesn’t quite fit in either place.

This is a pleasurable book, something to read for amusement.  Winspear’s description and characterization is strong, but the plot felt contrived.  In that way, it is like a less mature Agatha Christie. One thing Winspear does exceedingly well is give context.  The victim is a horse whisperer in an age when carriages are being replaced by cars.  The city is moving from the organic to the mechanized and the transition is anything but smooth.  This theme is very well-explored throughout the novel.

The Bookhams paper factory was located close to the Albert Embankment in Lambeth, between Salamanca Street and Glasshouse Lane.  Not for the first time in recent weeks, the MG had failed to start, which meant that Maisie risked being late.  Pg. 45

Number 1 Shelley Street, the address given for Evelyn Butterworth, proved to be a narrow, modest, end-of-terrace house divided into flats, not far from King’s Cross station.  Though not in a particularly good area, someone had tried to make a garden, but soot from the trains rendered the district grey and tired and even the sunshine failed to cheer the street.  Looking up at the house, Maisie noticed that the curtains on the third floor were quite bright.  Pg. 154-5.

Dobbs, follows various leads across London, while trying to maintain relationships further complicated by her independent spirit.  The case itself is not one the reader will try to solve, really.  Instead, the reader is just along for the ride – be it by horse drawn buggy or motorized convertible.

Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.

The fine folks at HarperCollins are hosting Twitter chats each week all month to celebrate the series. The hashtag is #Maisie and the next one will be on Friday, 3/23 at 4 pm est and then again on Friday, 3/30 at 3 pm. You can find more info on Jackie’s Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/jacquelinewinspear?sk=app_190322544333196

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ISBN: 9780062049575
ISBN10: 0062049577
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 3/27/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 352
$25.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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GUEST POST: China Mieville’s Embassytown, by Tracy

Tracy is one of the smartest people I know.  Really.  She has a degree in biochem and recently began practicing law.  She can do math AND she is a wonderful writer.  She is a dear, nerdy friend and I was thrilled when she asked to write a guest post.
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I recently had the opportunity to meet China Miéville at a book reading/signing for his new book, and I was so excited I put orange juice instead of milk in my coffee that morning.  So I asked Meaghan if I could guest blog, to try to explain what it is about Mr. Miéville’s writing that could drive me to sabotage my own coffee (though, as a tea drinking Brit, I have not ruled out the possibility his books contain anti-coffee subliminal messages).

China Mieville is an antidote to the familiar.  A Miéville novel tells a story that has not been told before.  It will not be another new twist on an old plot, not entertaining in the way it is entertaining to come across a musician on an often traveled street.  The first few steps may seem familiar—a detective with a murder to solve, a scientist with a missing specimen, the arrival of a spaceship—and then: nothing.  A clean slate.  A world so other the only points of reference are the words on the page.

Embassytown, Miéville’s most recent release, contains the memoirs of Avice, a human colonist born on a distant planet, who as a child becomes a figure of speech, a simile, in the native Ariekei’s unique language.  A self proclaimed floaker, she nevertheless tries to save the Ariekei, and the humans, after an outsider’s use of the Ariekei language upsets the biological balance of the planet.


Kraken takes place in a London populated by dissident gods, where crime overlaps with faith, on the eve of an apocalypse.  When confronted with the protagonist’s disbelief, another character puts the protagonist, and the reader, in their place.  “I know, I know.  Mad beliefs like that, eh?  Must be some metaphor, right?  Must mean something else?  What an awfully arrogant thing.  What if faiths are exactly what they are?  And mean exactly what they say?”  

The City and the City is a murder mystery spanning two cities which share a border unlike any other, where every stray step or wayward glance is prosecuted by an all-seeing power with unquestioned and indeterminate authority.

Often Miéville’s words themselves are other, an obvious necessity to describe new concepts and ideas.  Grosstopically describes geographic proximity across invisible yet impassable boarders.  Space without time is named the immer (a German word for “always” which dovetails with English in ways that make any language lover swoon). Floaking well… you get the idea.  Acute attention is required to understand the story, and it is like using an old muscle, but it is also like undoing what has been done, traveling back to a time in childhood when the intoxicating newness of every story stretched the membrane of reality ever thinner and made the world proportionally bigger with every word. 

I will let you decide how Miéville’s words are like a drug and how they are not like a drug, but  any of these three books will give you something which is exhilarating and mind altering and addicting in all the best ways.

In my copy of Kraken, Mr. Miéville inscribed “Honored to have ruined your coffee.”  Whether his words drove me to general distraction, or he employed a more directed manipulation of language, I am grateful to Mr. Miéville for showing me that at thirty years old I can still experience the pure enchantment of discovery, even at the expense of my everyday routine.



Tracy with author China Mieville
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WINNER: MEMOIRS OF SHERLOCK HOLMES

And we have a winner!  Terry’s comment was chosen on random.org.

Of Sherlock, Terry said: “As to why I love Mr. Holmes, he’s the original, brilliant misanthrope. Before there was Gregory House, almost before there was even Allan Quatermain, there was Sherlock Holmes.”

Thanks to everyone who entered and to the folks at Penguin Classics for providing the prize!

Keep sleuthing everyone!

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REVIEW: THE RETURN OF CAPTAIN JOHN EMMETT by Elizabeth Speller

I am unhappy to report that the strongest element about this book is the cover art.  It hearkens back to the wonderful Great Western Rail (and other) posters of the 1920s and 30s in England — the Golden Age of Travel.  The contents, I’m afraid, do not. 
The story is set in 1920, just as England sputters into a recovery after the First World War.  The main protagonist, Laurence Bartram survived his days in France but returns to an empty home.  His wife and son died while he was away.  With little to anchor him, he receives a letter from the sister of an old friend.  She asks him to help discover the cause of her brother’s sudden suicide — or perhaps uncover something more sinister.  
Trafalgar Square, London, 1920.
Unfortunately, the plot drags on for far too long.  It has none of the suspense that can sustain a drawn out storyline.  The reader simply has to plod along with Bartram, looking over his shoulder  while he traces various threads.  It’s one gloomy parlor interview after another.  
Bartram himself is not a terribly compelling character.  Sad and sympathetic, but not engaging.  The only brightly drawn character is his friend Charles.  Clearly modeled after one of London’s Bright Young People, he actually brings to life a sliver of the times.  And it’s not just the fact that Charles’ outlook is more positive.  He is the only one with a palpable personality.
The “villain” is silly and the discovery of the villain even more so.  It seems as if Speller wrote herself into a corner and had to create loopholes and surprise characters to make her shifty plot work.  As it is, it makes little sense, and by the end the reader really couldn’t care any less.  Even if I wanted to read a melodrama, this was hardly an engrossing example of it.  
But don’t just take my word for it.  You can read an excerpt here.  You can also view the trailer here.
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A sincere thanks to the folks at HMH Books for the review copy. 
ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547511696 ; $26.00
ISBN-10: 0547511698
Hardcover ; 448 pages
Publication Date: 07/04/2011
Trim Size: 5.50 x 8.25 
It’s rare for me to not like a book, but when I do find something that’s not to my liking, I normally set it aside.  I did not do that here.  I read it cover to cover in order to give it a fair shake.  
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REVIEW: THE LOST CYCLIST by David Herlihy

The Epic Tale of an American Adventurer and His Mysterious Disappearance

This is a completely unexpected story of the early days of cycling — and the dwindling days of worldwide adventure.  The heady days of Stanley and Livingstone, Darwin and the Beagle, and the Royal Geographic Society were past, but an entire generation still itched for a chance to make their mark and see foreign lands.  In the late 1890s, cycling became the rage among the youth of America.  Popular among casual and hardcore athletes alike, it made distances shorter, healthful living easier and invoked a sense of danger.  Adventurers saw an opportunity — see the world over the handlebars of a cycle.
This book is divided into two sections.  The first focuses on the era, the sport of cycling and the heroes of the new fad sweeping the nation.  It’s a well-researched snapshot of the times — the battle between “ordinary” and “safety” cycles, cycling clubs, competitive magazines and advertisers, and adventurous spirits.

The second section traces the ill-fated Frank Lenz in his attempt to circle the globe on a safety bicycle (excepting the oceans and other impassable sections, of course).  His determination captured the affections of the general public and he became a household name.  When the story became about Lenz’s disappearance, it seemed everyone had an opinion.

William Sachtleben and Thomas Allen

At times, the first half seems to move slowly.  The groundwork laid in the initial pages does become important to the second half, but it’s hard to know that.  It would have helped to drop a hint of the second half at the outset so the reader is looking for the two tales to merge.

The book compiles dozens of telegrams, letters, memos, transcripts and articles and pieces together the story of Lenz, and his would-be rescuer Sachtleben.  The research is extremely impressive, particularly due to the number of sources, many of them foreign governments that no longer exist.  
The Lost Cyclist is a great read for anyone who has wanderlust, with a touch of Orientalism.  It truly finds a story worth telling from a time gone by.  You may even find yourself feeling nostalgic for time you never lived in.
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Many thanks to the folks at HMH Books for the review copy.

ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547521985 ; $14.95
ISBN-10: 0547521987
Trade Paperback ; 368 pages
Publication Date: 05/04/2011
Trim Size: 5.31 x 8.00 
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REVIEW: THE VANISHING OF KATHARINA LINDEN by Helen Grant

Who says you forget everything you learned in school?  Admittedly, some details are clearer than others.  I graduated from college nearly (gulp) ten years ago already and I still lapse into German when I am tired.  And English is my first language.  For some reason, the language stuck with me — as did the bizarre fables and fairy tales we translated in class.

To this day, one of the most unnerving and unusual is “Die Wassernixe”, or “The Water Sprite.”  In short, a brother and a sister are playing near a well (or fountain, depending on the version) and fall in.  They are captured by the lazy-but-not-that-evil nymph who lives there.  She makes them do her chores, which include carrying water in a bucket with a hole in it (it’s not clear why, since she lives underwater).  One day, when the Wassernixe goes to church (yes! she goes to church!), the kids try to make their escape.  She goes after them so to slow her down the girl throws a hairbrush over her shoulder, which promptly turns into a mountain of bristles.  This only causes a minor delay so the brother then does the same with his comb, with similar results.  Finally, the sister throws her mirror, which turns into a great mountain of glass, too slippery for the Sprite.  

Don’t believe me?  Read it here, in several languages.  The Grimms were normally good about making the moral of the story clear, but even now, and as a literature major, I’m still not sure about this one.  Always carry grooming supplies?  Don’t play near fountains?  Wait until your captor goes to church?
The Brothers Grimm

Anyway, the point of my lengthy tangent, is that I was so wonderfully reminded of my German lessons, and of Die Wassernixe with Helen Grant‘s debut novel.  The story takes place in Bad Munstereifel (a real place) in the mid-1990s.  Told from the first-person point-of-view of a spunky eleven-year-old, Pia, it centers around the strange disappearance of the little Linden girl.  And the connection?  She was last seen playing by the fountain in the town square.  From then on, water, wells, underground rivers and dampness will become a leitmotif for the book. 
As she and her friend Stefan search for clues, avoid stifling adults, and execute daring plans, one is reminded of carefree, adventurous summers — with a less frightening quest, perhaps.  Still, her narrative is refreshing and raw at the same time.  Childhood convictions are shattered and the reader remembers the pain of losing naivete.  It is as much about growing up as it is about solving a mystery.  The weird world of adulthood is much more mysterious.

Resort and spa town of Bad Munstereifel. (“Bad” means “bath.”)

Pia is far from perfect — she is still learning, after all — but she is extraordinarily heartfelt and endearing.  She is a reminder to speak up when it is important, and go your own way if no one listens.  They’ll catch up.

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Thank you to the folks at Bantam / Random House for the review copy.

Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: Bantam (April 26, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 038534418X
ISBN-13: 978-0385344180

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BOOK PHOTO: THE LANTERN by Deborah Lawrenson

From The Lantern
“At a stone hut, which must once have been a shepherd’s borie, I was directed to a field about a kilometer away.  I arrived to find a field of hunched backs, the blue rows reverting to dusty green behind the women curled over like commas, cloth bags slung across their bodies.”
“It was an old-fashioned lantern… the kind of lantern that had been used for a hundred years, perhaps by a night watchman dangling it by its loop on a hook at the end of a pole.” 
My review will be posted August 2.
This book will be available from HarperCollins on August 9th. 
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REVIEW: DEATH AT THE CHATEAU BREMONT by M.L. Longworth

Any lover of wine, cigars, and old world charm — as well as a good yarn — should read this mystery.  It poses no genre-defying questions,  and it really doesn’t really hold any gasp-enducing surprises.  But that’s ok, because it is the perfect hammock read for the summer.  Antione Verlaque is a slightly cranky, somewhat older, but not yet entirely jaded, magistrate of Aix-en-Provence.  When the heir of the local aristocracy turns up dead, he reluctantly begins an investigation.  What at first seemed like an accident turns out to have more mysterious circumstances.
A chateau in Provence
Longworth’s greatest strength lies in her ability to paint a picture of the setting.  The south of France is a locale most can only dream of visiting, let alone living in, and her descriptions are intoxicating.  The rhythm of daily life with cafes, tobacco shops, gardens, groves and jaunts to the sea are fabled, to be sure, and she makes them real for a modern reader. 
The cour Mirabeau, a main location in the novel
Longworth is also able to create realistic dialogue among her characters.  Verlaque has a complicated relationship with an ex-girlfriend, Marine Bonnet, but he must include her in the investigation.  Their awkwardness is palpable.  Bonnet’s best friend, Sylvie, is blunt, funny and outspoken (At times I wondered if she were named after Audrey Hepburn’s best friend in Charade).  These very distinct characters make for a fun jaunt of a murder mystery.
At some points, the mystery itself is a bit weak.  There are no holes, which is always a danger.  Still, the unraveling of the clues themselves is less exciting than her characters’ dinner parties.  The climax itself is one that can be seen coming a mile away and leaves the reader yelling at the characters, like a horror movie — “Don’t go in the basement! … Well, at least turn on the lights if you’re gonna do that!” But sometimes the fun is knowing a bit more than they do — “Well, if I were there…”  And who wouldn’t want to be in Provence?
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Many thanks to Gabrielle at Penguin for the review copy. 
Paperback, ISBN 9780143119524 | 320 pages | 28 Jun 2011 | Penguin | 8.26 x 5.23in | 18 – AND UP 
Author M. L. Longworth’s site.
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REVIEW: MEDICAL MUSES by Asti Hustvedt

Hysteria in the Nineteenth Century Paris

An absolutely stunning and amazing book.  There were many overnight hours spent with a little light, awake and reading.  Hustvedt demonstrates such thorough knowledge and ease about her topic that her academic precision never overpowers the compelling story of Charcot, Salpetriere and the “star” hysterics. 
Hustvedt uses three main women who were in the care of Dr. Charcot to illustrate numerous social conditions.  Through their stories, we are able to understand the medical theories of the time, the societal obsession and repulsion with gruesome science, the possible (acceptable) roles for females, religious fervor, class discrimination, medical morality, artistic representation and the role of the supernatural. 
The idea of an insane asylum is always harrowing, particularly in the days before rational medication and sympathetic nursing.  They are often the setting for horror and mystery movies and novel, for there is nothing my psychologically upsetting than to a) lose one’s mind or b) to not be believed to be sane.  In Bedlam (1946, Val Lewton), a caring young woman (Anna Lee) unwittingly discovers the horrors within St. Mary Bethlehem Hospital and the distinctly serpentine creature that oversees it (Boris Karloff).  Her determination to expose him lands her in Bedlam where she must struggle to maintain her own sanity among the truly disturbed. 
Boris Karloff and Anna Lee in Bedlam
What is so illuminating in this book is how very unlike Bedlam that Hopital Salpetriere was.  Charcot’s wards were not considered insane and therefore did not live in the asylum ward.  They enjoyed a certain status among the doctors, staff and other patients and were subject to lengthy spells of normal behavior.  Some even came and went from the hospital for months at a time to work and live in Paris.  Ostracized from “normal” society, they enjoyed an unusual sense of luxury within the walls of the hospital.
Jane Avril, a famous dancer at the Moulin Rouge, was an occasional patient of Charcot.
But, in exchange for this relatively independent lifestyle, they were test subjects for Charcot’s research — something it seems they were all too willing to be.  His subjects became something of celebrities.  Charcot’s frequent lectures were open to the public as well as to other researchers and doctors.  At any one of these spectacles, a visitor might witness hypnotism, suggestion, involuntary contractions,  and other outbursts that only hysterics could produce.  Many hysterics also suffered from anesthesia in a certain hemisphere of the body.  Like a Coney Island freak show, doctors would poke large needles completely through the arm of a patient who had no feeling to prove the biological symptoms of hysteria. 
Asti Hustvedt divides her treatise into short chapters, more like sections, that deal with a particular topic.  It makes a seemingly spindly subject very accessible and organized.  Medical terminology is used, but always explained.  French phrases are sometimes thrown in, but they too are elaborated upon if they are not entirely obvious.  Though much was questioned about Charcot and his muses’ veracity, Hustvedt primarily focuses on what we do know.  She draws from dozens of sources such as doctor’s reports, newspapers, medical files, municipal records, interviews and fascinating photographs (an art form in its infancy) and sketches.  
While probably not for the very faint of heart, the book is not gruesome or gory.  There are descriptions of medical procedures and the case histories of the patients tends to be somewhat upsetting (no wonder then that they became hysterics).  Though it is not able to medically define hysteria for a modern system, it poses viable and probable causes for its influence during the time — and what it has become today.  It is rather incredible to gauge just how far we have come, and yet how very little we still understand. 
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Hardcover, May 2011
ISBN 978-0-393-02560-6
5.8 × 8.6 in / 372 pages       
Many thanks to the lovely folks at W.W. Norton for the review copy
Read an interview and an excerpt on NPR.org.
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REVIEW: IN THE GARDEN OF BEASTS by Erik Larson

For more than a decade now Erik Larson has been digging up episodes lost to history and bringing them to the forefront.  In Issac’s Storm, he revealed a fledgling National Weather Service and recounted a hurricane of horrifying magnitude in 1900.  With The Devil In The White City, he pitted the very best and very worst of human nature against each other as the collided in the 1893 World’s Fair Chicago.  In Thunderstruck, Larson followed the development of Trans-Atlantic communication, Marconi and a killer who was caught using the new invention.  
In all of these, Larson seeks to present a time that was a turning-point in history.  His newest, In The Garden Of Beasts, elucidates some of the everyday life in Berlin at the beginning of Hitler’s regime.  Larson’s main thesis seems to be that if hindsight is 20/20, then the circumstances surround Third Reich Germany were not only short-sighted, but blurred as well.  
The Dodd Family disembarks in Hamburg, 1933
The book focuses on the US Ambassador to Germany, William Dodd.  He accepted the post from President Roosevelt in 1933 and moved to Berlin, bringing his family along — Wife Martha (Mattie), son Bill, and daughter Martha.  A professor at the University of Chicago, he was hardly the obvious choice (though he had studied in Leipzig years before and spoke German fluently).  He was not a politician, or wealthy.  He was rather looking forward to a quiet retirement on his Virginia farm to reenact his Jeffersonian philosophy and finish writing his monumental history of The Old South. Yet it seems his desire to leave a greater mark overcame his initial leanings and he settled into working at Bendlerstrasse 39, near the famed Tiergarten.  
The US Embassy at the time of Dodd’s service
Dodd struggled from all angles.  He was put in the impossible situation of collecting exorbitant reparations from Germany, owed from the Treaty of Versailles; he eschewed the typically ornate and grand lifestyle of a European ambassador; he was constantly deflecting negative comments from his own State Department; and he was trying to decipher just what was going on in the new German government.  How could anyone, let alone a professor untrained in diplomacy, be expected to predict what was to come?
Ambassador Dodd at his desk, a far cry from the simplicity he craved
There were inklings of political unrest, often explored by Larson through the eyes of daughter Martha who seemed to have little discrimination in choosing her lovers or even her casual dates.  Her beaus included Rudolph Diels, head of the Gestapo in ’33 and ’34; Ernst Udets, a high-placed Luftwaffe officer; Louis Ferdinand, the Prince of Prussia; Ernst Hanfstaengl, an aide to Adolf Hitler; and Boris Vinogradov, a Soviet intelligence (KGB) official.  Based on her owns accounts, she was both excited by the adventure of it all, and oblivious to the true underpinnings of the Reich.  
A jet-setting Martha Dodd

Indeed, even Americans were doubtful of the reports that made their way across the Atlantic.  Incidents, at first, were sporadic and seemingly random — and quickly quelled with an official apology from the government.  They were written off as growing pains experienced by every revolutionary movement.  Yet just under this peaceful facade boiled a caustic formula that was to disfigure half of the world.  
Title page of Dodd’s diary, complied by his children.  One of Larson’s main sources.
Larson again uses primary sources for his research as well as archived diplomatic documents and old maps to recreate the Berlin of the early 1930s.  The voices of his subjects come through very vividly.  What is somewhat lacking is the sense of tension present in his previous books.  I think this comes mainly from the fact that we, as modern readers, are completely ignorant on his topics.  In this case, although I knew nothing about the Dodds and their milieu, I was certainly very familiar with the time and knew what was to come.  Somehow, being aware of this made their story less shocking or revealing.  Of all of those involved, Martha is the most fascinating.  Her naivete is stunning and I wish the book focused on her even more, though I imagine there was less extant resources regarding her.  
Still, Larson has once again resurrected a story that proves truth is stranger than fiction. 
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On Sale: May 10, 2011

Pages: 464 | ISBN: 978-0-307-40884-6

Thanks to the folks at Crown Publishing for the advance reader’s copy.
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ARMCHAIR BEA 11: Relationships

I kind of touched on this yesterday with my post about authors and publishers I’ve “hit it off” with — at least the cyber world.  I start by recognizing a couple of things.  The publishers/publicists who send us pitches or ARCs are doing their best to get a book in front of as many interested readers as possible.  They are trying to match us (the reviewers) with the type of story and writing AND they are trying to match our readers with the books.  It’s a three-tier system.  In view of that, I tell a publicist when there is a book I desperately want, and give them examples of similar things I’ve reviewed (genre, author, etc).  By the same token, if they send me a pitch that has no interest, I politely decline.  It’s taken me awhile to not feel bad about this, but it doesn’t do anyone any good if I am reading something begrudgingly.  Very occasionally, I receive ARCs unsolicited.  I no longer feel guilty if I don’t get to those either.  If I can, I will, but I made no promise to do so.  I also make sure to send a direct link to my review to the publicist who sent me the book as soon as it is posted.  
I truly think this is the best way to create strong relationships with publicists.  But if any publicists or other reviewers disagree, please tell me.
In my reviews themselves, my number one aim is to talk about the book in a way that will help MY reader know if they would like it.  I will point out strengths and weaknesses, make comparisons and try to evoke the style and tone of the work.  I try to give my readers an idea of what they will encounter in this book, and hopefully they will be inspired to read it. 
If there is a particular book that I am incredibly impressed with I will try to reach out to the author — either through twitter, their site or the publicist.  Although I do want them to see my review, I also want them to know that someone read their hard work and was really touched by it.  A great example of this is my review of The Diviner’s Tale by Bradford Morrow.  He was tickled by the picture of me actually reading his book (along with my cat), which struck up a conversation in the comments about divining and our experiences with it.  I think these are the meaningful touchstones for writers and reviewers.  
Writers, as a rule, don’t sweat out a story just to make piles of money (though they wouldn’t mind surely).  It starts with an irrepressible need to tell a story — but that is only the first half.  They also need that story to be heard or read.  That’s where we come in.  We act as mediums for authors.  We get the message from their ether to our listeners.  
By noting this mutual respect, we can keep an active dialogue between writers, reviewers, critics, and readers — one that swaps tales, ideas, fears and hopes.  
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ARMCHAIR BEA 11: Best of 2011 (so far)

I read so much, and I enjoy many things for different reasons.  It’s hard to call something the “best”.  But in the name of Armchair BEA, here goes…

THE DIVINER’S TALE by Bradford Morrow

Very rarely do I become completely obsessed with reading a particular book.  Reading in general, sure, but I simply had to know what would happen to the very modern, very approachable characters in this book.  Which of course means it is all the more disappointing when the book is actually finished.  A terrible catch-22 of book-reading.  

Read my review here.

POX: AN AMERICAN HISTORY by Michael Willrich

This one made the cut because I didn’t know a disease could be so fascinating.  Of course, it is about much more than a single disease.  Rather it is an investigation into social standards, the advance of medicine, and a discussion of the debate still going on 100 years later — the morality of compulsory vaccination.

Read my review here.

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ARMCHAIR BEA 11: From Virtual Booth #221b

It should be obvious from my imaginary booth number that I love Sherlock Holmes and his ilk.  I should have been born English.  On July 4th, I wish for Reunification Day as much as I celebrate Independence Day.  

All to say, I love the English language.  I love how it sounds, when tailored well.  I love words and I love storytelling.  It may come as no surprise that I was an English major in college — though I very nearly wasn’t.  My first, compulsory English class was miserable and I nearly scrapped the idea altogether.  The next semester there was a class entitled “The Detective and Criminal in Literature.”  We read Poe and Doyle, but I was also exposed to Wilkie Collins, whose vast works I am still enjoying.  It was by no means a “fluff” course, but engaged my sensibilities on a different level.  I am now finishing my Masters in Cinema Studies, which uses some of the same tools to examine storytelling.
By day, I manage a nonprofit.  But a little over a year ago I practically fell into book reviews.  I strive to write reviews that do more than provide a summary.  Rather, I attempt to use my skills as an analyst to tease out themes.  Most of all, I try to make sure my reader knows whether or not THEY might like the book, regardless of how I liked it.  I’d like to think Holmes and Watson would have approved.
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I’m blogging from my home in a Historic District near Savannah, GA.  This is my first Armchair BEA, and I’m hoping to “meet” some great bloggers, authors and publicists!

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REVIEW: HOW SHAKESPEARE CHANGED EVERYTHING by Stephen Marche

This is the perfect little handbook for the English major, or literary wit in your life.  Simple and compact, it is a compilation of interesting facts surrounding the myth and mystery of William Shakespeare.  Author Stephen Marche notes that when he embarked on his PhD dissertation, “I chose Shakespeare because I thought he would never bore me.  And I was right.”
This book seems like a light study of all those little crumbs he picked up along the way, but had no place in an official academic paper.  His strongest moments are when he notes an anomaly, or finds a pattern and lets it lead him into something new.  The story of how starlings came to be in Central Park (and now North America) is one such discovery.  
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Marche’s assessment of certain themes is also eye-opening.  In particular his chapter on youth, specifically the section about Ophelia, is lovely — although, as an English major myself, I must politely disagree on his stance on Ophelia’s state of mind.  I do agree with his notion that it’s a bit weird that Queen Gertrude tells us all about Ophelia’s death, as if she watched but did nothing to help her.  I’ve always attributed that to a necessary solution to a staging problem.  The point is, he brings up ideas is an easy manner and makes one take a second look — or in some cases a first look — at how one writer influenced the future. 
Paul Robeson as Othello
Other sections are not as engaging.  He notes that a Nazi pamphlet entitled Shakespeare – A Germanic Writer was circulated and there were more productions of Shakespeare plays in Germany in 1936 than in the rest of the world combined.  But Marche fails to comment on this.  Was it because the artistic left saw little else they could perform – and survive?  Was it is a commentary to the dangers of the rising party?  What did the Nazis see in Shakespeare that they felt could be used to their advantage?  Marche’s short paragraph raises many questions but answers none.  Though this book is by no means intended to be an academic tract, it could have withstood a bit more fleshing out in parts such as this.  
Anne Hathaway’s cottage, most likely the wife of William Shakespeare.
Thankfully, Marche only briefly goes over the many questions and conspiracies surrounding Shakespeare’s identity and biography.  These are not relevant in this particular case, as the writing itself is what is being analyzed.  Overall, the book is very enjoyable and certainly accessible to anyone with a vague interest in Shakespeare, or simply in modern culture.  
Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780061965531; ISBN10: 0061965537 
Imprint: Harper 
On Sale: 5/10/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 5 x 7 1/4
Pages: 224; $21.99
Ages: 18 and Up
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REVIEW: THE WHITE DEVIL by Justin Evans

I can’t be sure how I became entirely sucked into this story.  Perhaps it was the easy, seductive charm of the setting; or the way the era was not obvious at the outset; maybe how it took on the genres of ghost story, coming-of-age tale and historical fiction all at once.
It is set in the exclusive Harrow on the Hill boarding school, just outside of London.  Alma mater for Byron as well as other fabled graduates, it becomes a torturous last chance for a young American studying abroad.  Escaping his own troubled past, our narrator seeks some sort of firm footing and perhaps a bit of acceptance.  Instead he finds himself the victim of an angry spirit’s torments. 
It seems the ghost of Lord Byron’s jilted lover has turned his sights on the main character and those that surround him.  With a few faithful friends and professors, they seek to sooth the phantom and release themselves, and the school, from his scornful mischief.  
It is enjoyable to explore Byron’s past through the eyes of this author and his characters.  His imaginative story is based on numerable biographical facts.  Byron did attend this school, there is a play called The White Devil, Byron did have a close friend, who did die of tuberculosis and Byron did leave England suddenly in 1809.  (Read more from author Justin Evans here.)  The weaving of all of these unusual circumstances into a ghost story would have been too much for any author to resist.  Luckily they were picked up by Justin Evans who clearly enjoyed letting his imagination wander the underground chasms disguised by time.
   
All in all, the book is great fun.  The point-of-view changes fairly seamlessly.  The narrative style of inner thoughts that break in is particularly well-used.  What is not perfect in every aspect (sometimes the villainy of the Snape-like headmaster gets a little overdone), it more that makes up for in chills and creativity. 
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Thanks to the folks at Harper for the review copy.
ISBN: 9780061728273; ISBN10: 0061728276
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 5/10/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9; Pages: 384; $24.99
Ages: 18 and Up; BISAC1:FIC031000
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Savannah Book Festival – 2011

This was the fourth of the annual literary event, all taking place on Telfair Square.  It’s a superb setting with easy access to everything the festival has to offer.  Speakers and presentations took place in the Jepson and the Telfair as well as the Trinity United Methodist Church and in a tent outside.  There were booksellers and authors all looking to ply their wares among like-minded readers.  
There was almost too much to choose from in terms of speakers.  They could easily spread the presentations over the course of two days and avoid forcing attendees to make somewhat difficult choices between authors. 
I began by listening to Michael Malone in the Telfair Rotunda.  Among grand portraits and landscapes, he recollected stories from his childhood.  He focused on the unique qualities of Southern family and how these traits have made it to so many of his books. He commented that, “You never hear about a great Northern Novel”, and joked about vegans who “won’t eat anything cooked by anyone wearing a belt.”  His latest is Four Corners of the Sky
After a quick bite from Thrive, I attended the presentation by Jonathan Rabb in the sculpture gallery of the Telfair. I’ve heard him speak a couple of times before but I really enjoy his topics.  His was a popular lecture — It started late because they had to keep adding chairs! He also has a easy-to-listen to style, most likely from his numerous teaching pursuits.  He now lives in Savannah, where he finished the 3rd book in his trilogy of Nikolai Hoffner, entitled The Second Son. Rabb spoke about the fun of writing historical fiction.  There is a “special relationship between the writer and the reader.  You and I know how the ‘story’ ends, but the characters don’t.” 
At 3:30pm, I chose to see Lenore Hart speak about her new book, The Raven’s Bride.  This was a tough call as Tobias Wolff was also speaking at the same time. Still, her topic of Edgar Allan Poe and Virginia Clemm drew me to listen to her.  She was named after the poem “Lenore“and her dedicated research was evident.  She found ways to inject humor into a dramatic ghost story.  I only wish Ms. Hart had spoken more and read to us from the book less.  I would have much preferred to have heard more about discoveries during her research for the book.  
Following her presentation, I went to see Roy Blount, Jr. present his findings on Duck Soup and the Marx Brothers.  (Again, Chuck Leavell was scheduled opposite this lecture, which was frustrating.)  Blount has written a book called Hail, Hail, Euphoria!, a rather unlikely cinema studies handbook.  His talk consisted of watching very funny clips from this classic 1936 film, and his commentary on the brothers.  Much of their background can be found in the undertones of this movie.  Sibling rivalry, xenophobia, and prejudice abound.  
It was simply a gorgeous day – they couldn’t have asked for better weather.  With a few scheduling tweaks, this will be an amazing festival.  As it is, you can’t ask for much more than a live oak canopy, some lemonade and a book to read. 
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GIVEAWAY: Unknown by Didier Van Cauwelaert




The movie UNKNOWN comes out today!  It stars Liam Neeson, Aidan Quinn, January Jones, Diane Kruger, and Frank Langella.  Which brings up that ongoing debate — is the book really better than the movie?  With your very own copy of the book you can compare, make notes, wring your hands, or just enjoy.

Read my review of the book here.


How to win:

In the comments, please post your name, your email (in the following format to prevent spam [name at email dot com]) and what you would do to prove your identity if you had no ID or paperwork – just memories.  Contest ends February 24, 2011,  11:59pm EST.  Winner will be chosen at random from the entries.

What you win
The movie tie-in edition of UNKNOWN by Didier Van Cauwelaert, Previously published as Out of My Head, Translated from the French by Mark Polizzotti.
Good luck!
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REVIEW: THE DIVINER’S TALE by Bradford Morrow

To be blunt, I couldn’t put this book down.  I was up until the wee hours last night, determined to finish it, lest my dreams be infiltrated by the specters of this book.  
Author Morrow remains on the better side of a fine line between psychological fear and shock tactics.  He relies on unexpected appearances alongside stellar imagery for breathtaking moments.  Truthfully, the book is much scarier that way as we view the actions through a first person narrator.  Cassandra (aptly named) Brooks is a diviner, a dowser.  She comes from a long line of “witches” who have helped countless generations find water for wells.  
Victorian era dowsing
Yet her sensitivities go beyond finding water – she will often have cryptic notions of impending doom.  Her brother died all too young, despite her warning – a weight she has never managed to shrug entirely.  Now a mother, she struggles with the demons of her past and tries to determine her own path forward. 
This is not, however, a Lifetime movie waiting to happen (though it would make a great feature film, in the right hands).  Sympathetic though she is, she is no pushover.  Insistent on pursuing the answer to the visions she has had, she negotiates the pitfalls of ridicule, and her own past.  At it’s heart, it is a ghost story.  And Morrow’s delicious descriptions make it palpable.  
Author photograph
Furthermore, his choice of the metaphor of dowsing is neither overused or trite.  He treats it as another character, waiting in the background for its turn to speak.  Initially a skeptic himself, he discovered dowsing when a plumber recommended one for some home repair.  It became a jumping off point for the novel, but also a window into another way of thinking, believing.  Unlike other leaps of faith, one has only to dig to find out if the diviner tells the truth.  This, and other considerations of reality versus perception, pepper the book.  They serve to layer a light fog over clarity, and add to the mystery only revealed in the final pages.  A little bit Shirley Jackson, a bit Joyce Carol Oates, a touch of Du Maurier (all females, ironically), and a great deal of original vision, The Diviner’s Tale deserves a place on any well-wrought mystery lover’s shelf. 
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Many thanks to the folks at HMH Books for the review copy.
Me and my cat enjoying the book.
ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547382630 ; $26.00
ISBN-10: 0547382634
Hardcover ; 320 pages
Publication Date: 01/20/2011
Trim Size: 6.00 x 9.00                          
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QUICK REVIEW: JOHANNES CABAL THE NECROMANCER by Jonathan Howard

Faustian in nature, the first in the Cabal series is witty, wry and in general, hysterical.  The title character attempts to win back his soul from the Devil (traded for scientific secrets).  He is given a second chance and one year to collect one-hundred souls.  Aided by his bitter and vampiric brother, the two manage a sinister carnival of the rails, tempting the line-walkers to the dark side.  The Cabal Brothers Carnival is manned by the reanimated remains of idiots and freaks, brought back to (semi) life by Johannes.  As the hourglass nears empty, Johannes becomes more and more desperate to fulfill his quota with his ghoulish ways.
The story seems to live outside of a particular place or time.  While the style seems British, the names are German.  The feel is a medieval, Gothic morality play yet the carnival travels by train and there is mention of electric lights.  The existence of this netherworld works and allows for the belief in the magical acts to follow.  
Each chapter is decorated with a pen & ink drawing by Linda “Snugbat” Smith, like so (right) and a title description which hints at things to come, a la Boris Akunin.  The adventure is great fun and I was thrilled to discover there is already a sequel published, and a third on the way.  Long live (soulless or not) Cabal. 
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Reviewer did not receive a review copy of this book. 
Format: Trade Paperback, 304 pages
On Sale: June 1, 2010
Price: $15.00
ISBN: 978-0-7679-3076-5 (0-7679-3076-2)
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QUICK REVIEW: Eiffel’s Tower by Jill Jonnes

And the World’s Fair Where Buffalo Bill Beguiled Paris, the Artists Quarreled, and Thomas Edison Became a Count


An enticing and engrossing snapshot of one of (if not the) most recognizable landmarks in the world.  Author Jonnes brings together all of the tidbits and urban legends you’ve heard – and several you haven’t – to illustrate a vibrant moment in history. 

When Gustav Eiffel suggested to the committee for the Internationale Exposition that the centerpiece should be a large, iron, skeletal tower, more than a few were unconvinced.  Notably, many public figures insisted the  structure would be hideous.  A few even suggested it would change weather pattens, crush homes in the area and act as a giant magnet, pulling nails out of walls and collapsing whole blocks of the city.

Jonnes also highlights some of the personalities surrounding the 1889 fair.  Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show and Annie Oakley played to sold out shows daily, and became highly respected in Parisian society.  Thomas Edison showcased his voice recording machines, while the entire fair was lit by his light bulbs.  A temperamental James Gordon Bennett Jr. launched the Paris Herald, a very successful English newspaper for expatriates (like himself) and visitors to the fair.  Van Gogh and Whistler struggled to be seen. Paris was a wonderland, it seems, with a revival of arts, culture, ideas and science.

Jonnes’ carefully-researched book certainly makes one wish they could have see these wonders firsthand. 

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Read more about the author and her book here: http://www.jjonnes.com/index.html

Reviewer did not receive a review copy of this title.

Paperback: 368 pages
Publisher: Penguin (Non-Classics); Reprint edition (April 27, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0143117297
ISBN-13: 978-0143117292
Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.4 x 0.9 inches

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    REVIEW: Unknown by Didier Van Cauwelaert

    Previously published as Out of My Head
    Translated from the French by Mark Polizzotti

    Without a number of artistic elements this would be nothing but a slapdash pulp action.  Fortunately, Van Cauwelaert brings pulp up several notches.   Plenty of action, a femme fatale and a sympathetic narrator make it pulpy.  But the writing is strong, confident and refined. 
    It’s told from the first-person perspective of Martin Harris, famed botanist, awakes from a coma after a taxi accident.  According to the cab driver, he’s been out for three days and she has been sitting with him, full of guilt.  She drives him home to his expensive flat, and they expect to never see each other again.  Harris is given a great shock, however, when he excitedly arrives at his front door, only to be met by someone else named Martin Harris and a wife who doesn’t recognize him.  Angered and confused, he sets out to prove his identity and determine who is trying to erase him.  
    Because the story is told from Harris’ point of view, we have of course a unreliable narrator, yet we believe him.  This is enhanced by a couple of things.  Firstly, Mark Polizzotti’s translated preserves the lively cadence of the language, yet avoids flowery phrasing.  Secondly, the author mirrors the the style of writing with Harris’ state of mind.  As he becomes more erratic, so does the narrative.  Settings jump around and conversations are truncated.  Thirdly, the details are rich but not overwhelming.  It was a small stroke of genius to make Harris a botanist rather than a retired cop or a physician.  His tangents into the world of botany are both cogent and humanizing. His observations become almost another character. 
    Kruger and Neeson on set
    The reveal is not nearly as fulfilling as the rest of the novel.  Still it is a very enjoyable read.  It has been made into a film, slated to release in February of 2011.  It stars Liam Neeson, Diane Kruger, January Jones, Aidan Quinn and Frank Langella.  It certainly has a pacing like Taken that should be a perfectly watchable movie.  I am curious to see how they integrate Harris’ inner thoughts, however.  It also seems the film was shot in Berlin, but the book takes place in Paris.  It is unclear where the film is supposed to be set at this point.  Following its release, a film review will be posted at http://acineastesview.blogspot.com.
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    Many thanks to Meghan at Viking/Penguin for the review copy (movie tie-in edition). 
    In keeping with the theme of the book, it seems there is no listing for it on the Penguin/Viking site. ISBN – 9780143119012
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    QUICK REVIEW: The Englishman Who Posted Himself…

    And Other Curious Objects
    By John Tingey
    A light biography of W. Reginald Bray, the undisputed Autograph King.  In Edwardian England, Bray decided to have a little fun with the postal service.  He mailed unusual objects (a turnip, coin, piece of seaweed, himself) to test the regulations of the Post.  Then he started testing the postman’s ingenuity by writing the address is code, riddle or rhyme. 
    Sometimes he just tried to see how many postmarks he could get on one card before it was returned.  Eventually he began asking for autographs through the mail – first from various generals in the Boer War (often with just their photo and a vague regional place name).  With the rising popularity of films, he turned to collecting autographs from the stars on the screen.  His collection was massive and included Lawrence Olivier, Dorothy Lamour and hundreds of others.  
    This book brings together family photos, remembrances, images and clippings of the day.  
    While it seems, based on Bray’s own meticulous records, that he sent out some 32,000 items, most of his collection was sold after his death.  With “mail art” now a much more popular and recognized form, some efforts have been made to locate and archive his works.  
    A great site to view is http://www.wrbray.org.uk/
    This book is terrific fun and a lovely little story of a man with a sense of humor and creativity.  Great book design and numerous illustrations.
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    ISBN 9781568988726
    Publication date 11/15/2010
    6 x 9 inches (15.2 x 22.9 cm), Hardcover
    176 pages, 130 color illustrations, 16 b/w illustrations
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    REVIEW: THE KINGDOM OF OHIO by Matthew Flaming

    “He thinks of numbers and electricity, reason and magic.”
    I am hardly a fan of science fiction or fantasy — at least not the contemporary version of it.  But Matthew Flaming manages to reinvent a Jules Verne-esque adventure.  And in the midst of the action, finds quiet moments to consider how history is written, and remembered.  How permanent is memory?  Can a photograph be evidence of anything?
    Peter Force leaves the frozen hills of Idaho in search of something better in fin de siecle NYC.  Struggling, he takes a job as a digger of the first subway tunnels.  His natural ability to understand mechanics lands him a promotion of sorts to the machine shop.  One afternoon he sees a woman stumble in the park, and he is possessed by an urge to help her.  His actions are innocent enough, but once she confides in him about her strange past, he quickly becomes embroiled in a secret race between Nikola Tesla, Thomas Edison and JP Morgan.  
    Financeer JP Morgan
    The young woman is an heir to a lost kingdom in Ohio.  The Latoledan family was given tracts of land in the Louisiana Purchase and allowed to keep their autonomy throughout the Revolution and the Civil War.  Toledo was their capital and for a time they flourished.  But as Manifest Destiny took hold, and subsequent generations mismanaged their land, the kingdom shrank to a speck on the map.  It seems she is the only surviving Latoledan — only because she escaped the siege via a transportation machine she worked on with Tesla (in this way, it reminds me of Christopher Priest’s The Prestige and the “New Transported Man”). 
    Inventor Nikola Tesla
    It sounds far-fetched when I say it, but Flaming’s book is surprising believable.  There is just enough truth to make it all plausible.  This was new science for these steampunk inventors.  Tesla and Edison truly were experimenting with the unknown.  Flaming never strays too far from established history, and he inserts completely believable footnotes and references.  It was convincing enough that I had to investigate for myself.  
    I’ll leave that discovery to the reader, but I will say that a search of Peter Force came back with exciting results.  There was a Peter Force, who was descended from a French Hugenot family, and was a minor politician in early America.  His was a printer, editor and collector of documents and founded the American Archives.  His personal collection was also purchased by the US Government to start the Library of Congress.  I am certain this is no coincidence.  In fact, nothing in this novel is a coincidence.  Each string of thought leads to another, when it just as easily could have led to a third — not unlike the labyrinthine tunnels under the city streets.
    Flaming’s form is also satisfying.  His narrator reveals himself slowly.  It is only in the last few pages that the whole picture is seen, yet it is not a gimmick.  The novel is not about the narrator — or at least, not only about the narrator.  It is about something much larger and grander than we can comprehend.  And therein lies its draw.  
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    Many thanks to Caitlin at Berkley Publishing for the review copy.  Also visit www.kingdomofohio.com.
    Book: Paperback | 8.26 x 5.23in | 336 pages | ISBN 9780425236949 | 07 Dec 2010 | Berkley | 18 – AND UP

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    REVIEW: THE TRUTH-TELLER’S LIE by Sophie Hannah

    This gripping mystery from the UK is not for the faint of heart.  Naomi, the main protagonist, has endured the most unspeakable of personal horrors yet found a way to carry on.  So unspeakable that three years later her closest friends are still unaware of it.  That is until she becomes obsessed with finding her missing lover.  Further complicating her story is the fact that her lover is an unhappily-married man.  Knowing the police will be unlikely to look for him if she reveals herself to be the “other woman”, she lies about her relationship with him.  And thus begins a tenuous string of truth among lies, leading to the underlying reality.
    The novel alternates perspectives between Naomi and Detective Sargaent Charlie Zailer, the tomboy, hard boiled officer assigned to the case.  Their voices are the ones we hear as the bizarre tale unravels. Author Hannah has a natural, believable way of writing the female psyche — one that is refreshing in a book list burgeoning with immature narratives.  The characters are complicated and display questionable judgement, perhaps, but are not two-dimensional or predictable.  It stretches the psychological boundaries of first-person narrative, especially from a doubtful narrator.
    Author Sophie Hannah lives in Yorkshire, England.
    Also refreshing is the fact that the publisher/editor for the US did not alter the local flavor.  Characters use words that are only British, and they haven’t been watered down for the American reader.  It makes a true difference in the mood and style of the novel.  (For example, a holding cell is a “nick”.)
    As I mentioned, it is not for the faint of heart.  It is not gory, but it is disturbing and unsettling.  But it is so well-written that you want to keep reading.  Expect to be up late at night. This is a great book to start on a winter afternoon with a cup of hot chocolate, a warm fireplace and a cat for your lap.  I look forward to reading more from Sophie Hannah. 
    Thanks to Meghan at Viking/Penguin for the review copy.
    Book: Paperback | 5.43 x 8.07in | 400 pages | ISBN 9780143115854 | 28 Sep 2010 | Penguin | 18 – AND UP
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    REVIEW: A Secret Gift by Ted Gup


    An absolutely fascinating snapshot of a town hit hard by the Great Depression.  As one who never lived through anything so terrifying, I was always intrigued by how emotions — particularly fear and doubt — can affect something so math-based like the economy.  And how the (over)reactions of a few can drastically ruin the lives of so many.
    Ted Gup, former writer for the Washington Post, is given a suitcase that has been in his grandmother’s attic for decades.  When he finally gets around to investigate its contents, he discovers hundreds of letters, thank you notes and cancelled checks.  Even more mysteriously, they were addressed to a Mr. B. Virdot.  Putting his bloodhound skills to use, he digs up the history of these desperate missives — and some secrets about his own family.

    Author Ted Gup, grandson of B. Virdot.

    B. Virdot was really Sam Stone (who was really Sam Finkelstein), a Romanian Jew who fled persecution, along with his family, at the turn of the century.  He was a relatively successful businessman in the retail clothing business when the Depression engulfed the country.  Canton, Ohio was particularly hard hit because so much of the local economy was based upon the numerous factories headquartered there.  The unemployment rate there hovered around fifty percent.  And those with job security like grocers and doctors were often traded on a barter system.

    Virdot opened a bank account with $750.  He then placed an ad in the Canton Repository asking people to share their stories with him.  He intended to send those most worthy $10 each.  He was so inundated with worthy pleas that he ended up sending $5 to 150 people — just days before the Christmas holiday in 1933.  Such a transaction probably never would have happened if Virdot had not promised to keep their stories and identities a secret.

    Sam Stone aka B. Virdot

    The letters that Sam Stone kept reveal more to us now than they ever would have to their neighbors then.  But true to his word, he never let on that he was B. Virdot or that he knew anything about the secrets that had been shared — even though he would have seen their faces for many years afterward.  Their stories vary, but two things are consistent.  The writers are relieved to be able to tell someone, anyone about their plight, and they are heartened that anyone would even offer help.

    Gup sifts through dozens of these letters and finds out what happened to these families after the check was cashed.  In some cases, Gup contacted descendants and read the letters to them.  Most had no idea, but a few remembered that Christmas and being surprised by the doll or the new pair of shoes.

    The stories are touching and Gup’s research is very thorough.  The only weakness is the sometimes repetitive presentation of the letters and Gup’s contextualization.  At times his background as a investigative reporter overtakes a narrative subtlety that the stories benefit from. Still, the book is a spellbinding glimpse into a time that most Americans wished to put behind them.  Yet in this great Recession it does us well to remember where we came from, and where we might go again if we repeat the mistakes of the past.


    View more photos and scans of the letters here: http://www.asecretgiftbook.com/
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    Many thanks to the folks at Penguin Press for the review copy.

    Book: Hardcover | 6.14 x 9.25in | 368 pages | ISBN 9781594202704 | 28 Oct 2010 | The Penguin Press | 18 – AND UP

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    REVIEW: Voltaire’s Calligrapher by Pablo De Santis

    Translated by Lisa Carter
    This is the perfect Halloween read.  It is smart, sharp and dry — like a fine cheese.   It leaves you wanting more, but with the knowledge that it is perfect as it is.
    The basic premise, without reveals the twists that make it so lovely, is that calligraphers, of the early 18th century as an occupation, are an endangered species.  The widespread use of the printing press threatens to make them obsolete.  A constantly shifting empire found these professionals dangling at the ends of nooses. 
    The narrator happens to be a calligrapher for the playwright Voltaire.  Yet his adventures range further than escaping a hangman or sustaining employment.  He uncovers a steampunk wonder, with a sinister twist.
    http://www.johncoulthart.com/feuilleton/2008/11/27/steampunk-horror-shortcuts/

    Again, trying to preserve the magic of this novella, I refrain from revealing too many details.  So let me say this: if you like anything by Poe, Perfume by Patrick Suskind, Sherlock Holmes, Alexandre Dumas, Guy de Maupassant, or The Meaning of Night by Michael Cox.  Yes.  All of those.  And I’m sure more that I haven’t thought of.  But to put it more simply – read it.  It’s amazing, fun and has me looking forward to De Santis’ next work.

    Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.

    ISBN: 9780061479885; ISBN10: 0061479888; Imprint: Harper Perennial; On Sale: 10/5/2010; Format: Trade PB; Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8; Pages: 160; $14.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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    REVIEW: CHARLIE CHAN by Yunte Huang




    The Untold Story of the Honorable Detective and His Rendezvous with American History

    Part academia, part history, part theory, part commentary and part mystery itself, this ambitious book tackles numerous subjects at once.  Not because the author lost his focus, but because the stories, and the people in them, were so intertwined.
    Author Biggers 
    The character Charlie Chan was “invented” by American writer Earl Derr Biggers.  Yet Chan was inspired by real-life Honolulu detective Chang Apana.  Apana was illiterate and spoke only broken English but was an amazing officer and caught dozens of criminals in his lengthy career.  A bit of a legend in his own time (stories circulated about his abilities with a bullwhip), Biggers got the idea for a Chinese detective.  The books were wildly popular, and prompted several films (some not even based on books written by Biggers).  All of this amid American anti-immigration policies and before Hawaii was even a state.
    Detective Chang Apana
    Huang ably describes the circumstances in which this character was born and how he rose to fame.  Aspects of Orientalism, the Great Depression, popular Hollywood, and literary prowess are all investigated.  By setting the contexts for Chan’s popularity, Huang gives perspective to what might seem like an outmoded and, by some, racist character.  In fact, Huang tackles this dialogue head-on and dissipates the rhetoric without insulting the angry critics.  Rather, he exposes how very complex Chan really is — and the reception he has received in other countries, including China.
    Actor Warner Oland with Chang Apana

    Less focus is given to Biggers and his creation of the character than I would have liked, but only inasmuch as that is where my curiosity lies.  While the films inspired by Chan are of varying degrees of quality, the books are solid and show significant research on Biggers’ part.  Having read most of Biggers’ novels, I was surprised to find how literary they were, having been introduced to Chan by Warner Oland.

    Huang does credit to a number of artists who helped to shape Charlie Chan.  And he graciously allows for an enjoyment of Chan, particularly the films, that is not insensitive.  Thankfully, in researching and putting together this book, Yunte Huang took a bit of Charlie’s own advice: Mind like parachute – only function when open!
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    Thanks to the folks at WW Norton for the review copy. 
    Book Details : Hardcover, August 2010, ISBN 978-0-393-06962-4, 6.7 × 9.5 in / 354 pages, Territory Rights: Worldwide

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    REVIEW: MAD WORLD by Paula Byrne

    Evelyn Waugh and the Secrets of Brideshead

    “Thorough” is the first word I would use to describe this biography.  Intense, assured, incisive. America had Hemingway and Fitzgerald, while England had Waugh and Wodehouse.  
    Wodehouse found the whole scene rather silly and made hysterical fun of it.  Waugh, on the other hand, had a more complicated view.  
    The Great War had left aristocratic families in tattered remnants.  Elder sons were dead, or maimed.  A heavy tax was levied against the very wealthy, forcing many to close up or sell manor homes.  A few found themselves forced to take jobs.  The younger siblings of these wayward families felt they had their own marks to make and became known as the Bright Young People.  Waugh, for his part, was a member of the club, but not to the manor born.  His inclusion was based solely on his friendships with various hosts of the ongoing party. He felt distinct self-loathing both for participating in their debauchery, and in desiring to be a part of it.  
    It seems his cynicism ebbed and flowed, depending on his mood (or more likely, his standing within an important family).  But his wit remained intact and was employed in varying thicknesses upon all of his writing.  
    This biography chooses the writing of Waugh’s most famous work, Brideshead Revisited,  as its ultimate target, but as I mentioned before, it is nothing if not thorough.  At times, it can see a little too tangental.  For instance, the chapter exploring the secret scandal of the Lygon family is a bit to muddled, although it makes for good gossip.  
    All in all, the author has approached her subject with supreme respect, and bravely included even the unsavory bits for her readers. 
    Many thanks the folks at Harper Collins for the review copy.  The paperback will be available March 8, 2011.  Hardcover available now. 
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    REVIEW: EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE GREAT by Rachel Shukert

    This is unabashed writing at its funniest.  Imagine if David Sedaris were a twentysomething, Jewish, naive, experimental actor abroad, with questionable taste in men — then wrote a book about it.
    Shukert’s exploits include landing an unpaid gig in an acting troupe that specializes in nontraditional performance pieces.  The show, seemingly forever in rehearsal, finally gets lined up for a small tour in Europe.  Fickle actors and an even more sensitive director plague the performances but they are the least of Shukert’s worries.  She tries on different boyfriends, as if they were a favorite new pair of jeans that slowly shrunk in the dryer, or faded too fast.  None are what is was really looking for and she teaches herself this the hard way. 
    The author, Rachel Shukert
    But do not think this is a self-pitying memoir.  It is one part cathartic, one part dinner party story.  For most of us, I think we would be embarrassed to share our mistakes so readily with the rest of the world.  But perhaps Shukert sees her readers as members of group therapy.  If she gets it out there, the baggage is lighter and she knows she will never repeat her mistakes.
    This chapter in Shukert’s life is wrapped up nicely, but let’s hope she keeps having adventures, and keeps writing about them.  She reminds us that to err is human, and to read about someone else’s growing pains can be hysterical. 
    Many thanks to Erica at Harper Perennial for the review copy.  Check out her blog, The Olive Reader.

    Follow Rachel Shukert (twitter.com/rachelshukert or visit her site.

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    ISBN: 9780061782350; ISBN10: 0061782351; Imprint: Harper Perennial ; On Sale: 7/27/2010; Format: Trade PB; Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8; Pages: 336; $13.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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    CLASSIC REVIEW: Postern of Fate by Agatha Christie

    I’ve been a bit slow in the review area lately.  I’m still reading, have no fear, but I am on vacation with limited internet access… and limited time!  It’s lovely to unplug but I had to share a few words about this unlikely find. 
    I finished the book I brought with me entirely too quickly and was on the lookout for something to amuse myself.  I visited my aunt & uncle’s hardware store in the small town of Hidalgo.  I saw a stack of books, gathering dust and possibly holding up the cables for the computer.  I asked if I could borrow the Agatha Christie title, one I had not heard.  She gave me the whole stack.
    The book opens with a retired couple moving into a nice country home in need of a bit of TLC.  Her nosey nature leads her to a room full of books, some of which have been made into a cipher.  She translates it – Mary Jordan did not die a natural death.  It was one of us.  She is convinced it was written by the young owner of the book, Alexander Parkinson, whose family owned the house generations ago.
    Greenway, Christie’s country home in Devon.
    What begins out of innocent curiosity, becomes an intrigue of increasing dangerousness.  The list of clues grows as Tuppence and her husband Tommy try to casually gather information from neighbors.  Yet when accidents seem to be more than accidents, and a beloved old gardener dies in a suspicious manner, the couple slowly begins to realize someone doesn’t want them to uncover the past of the house.
    It’s is a great little read.  Most of it is told in dialogue, which Christie uses to extend the narrative, drawing out the tension.  The main characters can be maddening because of their nattering on, but it’s of course effective.  They are assisted by their Manchester terrier, Hannibal – rather like an older Nick and Nora with their Asta.  And the settings often remind one of a Daphne du Maurier novel.  Yet it smacks thoroughly of the dame of murder mysteries.
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    REVIEW: The Girls of Murder City by Douglas Perry

    Fame, Lust, and the Beautiful Killers Who Inspired Chicago


    This book is absolutely as much fun as you think it is.  But what isn’t immediately obvious from the cover (and engrossing subtitle) is how very well-researched and detailed the tales of the recently liberated women of Chicago.  Perry delves into each murderess’ past with the nose of a bloodhound.  Drawing on newspaper clippings, quotes, letters and interviews, he sketches a transitional moment in time — a perfect storm of social upheaval.
    Each woman is given equal treatment, and is a sympathetic character if not innocent.  He is more interested in illustrating the conditions that brought about their crime rather than placing judgement on them.  After all, judgement was passed 80 years ago.  
    Maurine Waktins
    The most compelling character may be the cub reporter Maurine Watkins, a shy, pretty young girl from small town Indiana.  Her staunch Christian values were constantly foiled in the tumultuous 1920s. In a press interview, Perry says of Watkins, “That Maurine Watkins willingly embraced this professional ethos is astonishing.  As I mentioned, she was cripplingly shy. Se had trouble looking a man in the eye… In Chicago, she became fascinated with gangsters.  She even developed a crush on one.  She said that the ‘nicest man I men during the time I was doing newspaper work was supposed to be the toughest gunman in Chicago’s West Side.  He was like something you read about, such a charming courteous man’.” Watkins went on to pen the Broadway smash play Chicago (the Fosse musical would come years later, after her death) as well as William Powell / Myrna Loy films Libeled Lady and I Love You Again.


    Much to his credit, Perry also writes in a prose style that makes the action, drama and wit immediate.  There is nothing staid or dusty about this historical study.  Perhaps, like Maurine, we too are at once entranced by the lifestyle, and surprised at our own entrancement. 

    Book: Hardcover | 5.98 x 9.01in | 320 pages | ISBN 9780670021970 | 05 Aug 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP  Viking Listing

    Thanks to Meghan and Gabrielle for the advance copy.
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    REVIEW: The Art Detective by Philip Mould

    Fakes, Frauds and Finds and the Search for Lost Treasures
    I could not have enjoyed reading this book more.  It is fresh, fast, and furiously entertaining.  If you need a summer read with some substance, look no further. Part Indiana Jones, part London academia, Mould shares tales of his years in portrait dealing with elegant charm.
    The Hampden Portrait of Elizabeth I, one of Mould’s finds.
    He leads off with a tale of a packrat who had amassed as many pieces of junk as he had treasures.  There is an aching sadness as both the narrator and reader realize how the collector’s life was consumed.  Thankfully, the extensive collection was salvaged and donated to SCAD in Savannah.  
    He also delves into the nail-biting world of research (yes, it is exciting), discovery and finally winning at auction.  Many hours are spent in dusty corners of libraries, scouring tidbits of information on the internet, and interogating other experts in the field — all to determine who put brush to canvas, who made that little smear of paint.  The answer can cost a collector millions of dollars, in either direction.  (It reminds an old soul like myself of the wonderful episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show when they go to auction to get ideas for an episode of the Alan Brady Show.)
    Dick Van Dyke & Mary Tyler Moore
    This book is great fun, and educational but refreshingly not didactic.  And Mould is quick to give credit to others in his gallery and in the field who are constant sources of assistance and perspective.  It’s rather like watching Antiques Roadshow UK (of which he is a appraisal member) — it’s more about the stories behind the art, and the people who love art, than the price tag associated with it.  
    Thanks to Meghan at Viking/Penguin for the review copy!
    Book: Hardcover | 5.51 x 8.26in | 272 pages | ISBN 9780670021857 | 10 Jun 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP
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    GIVEAWAY: A 75th Birthday Celebration for Penguin

    One of the most famous publishing houses, Penguin, turns 75 years old TODAY.  Founder Allen Lane chose ten titles in 1935 and published them in England, complete with the stamp of that cute little black and white bird.  By 1937, they set up shop in Holy Trinity Church Crypt in New York City.  



    Make sure you check out their anniversary website which is full of fun photos, cover art, and even a way to follow that orange Mini.  www.penguin75.com

    So to help them celebrate (and because I love the cheeky little penguin) I am giving away TWO books.  Since this is a milestone for Penguin, I thought I’d make it a sort of past-meets-present-sister-act.

    You can win a copy of WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Emily Bronte and a copy of THE EYRE AFFAIR by Jasper Fforde (based, of course, on characters created by Charlotte Bronte).

     

    All you have to do to enter to win these fantastic literary pieces is:

    1) Wish Happy 75th Birthday to Penguin on your Facebook or on Twitter with a link to this post
    2) In the comment section for this post, put your name, email and a link to the post you made (see #1).

    That’s it!  I will announce the winner one week from today, Friday, August 6.  Happy Reading.

    Many thanks to Lindsay at Penguin for providing the titles for giveaway.

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    GIVEAWAY & CONTEST – The Quickening Maze

    The fine folks at Penguin (via Viking) sent me an extra copy of this interesting novel (my review is here).  So if you would like to win this fine tome, here is what you do:

    In the COMMENT section below:

    1)  Tell me about a time you were lost – literally or figuratively – in 100 words or less.

    2) Leave your first name and email address in the following format: your.email (at) domain dot com

    3) Link to this post (after you’ve written your comment) either on your Facebook page or via Twitter.

    The winner will be announced one week from today — Monday, August 2, 2010.

    Thanks to Meghan Fallon at Viking / Penguin
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    REVIEW: THE QUICKENING MAZE by Adam Foulds

    I always look forward to starting new books — ones to review or otherwise.  When I knew this one was on its way, I watched the mail everyday.  It is by a British author.  It’s about an asylum … and poets … and madness … and takes place in Victorian England. What more could I want?
    The novel is a fictional imagining about real people and places.  Dr. Matthew Allen was a psychiatrist, phrenologist and steampunk inventor who owned and ran the High Beach Private Asylum, situated on the edge of Epping Forest, east of London.  
    At the time, the forest was a netherworld between bustling London and country idyll.  The old growth trees were a hiding place for gypsies and become a perfect metaphor for the tricky, surprising line between sanity and madness.
    The forest was also an inspiration for nature poet John Clare – inmate at the asylum.  He is joined in the sanitarium by Septimus Tennyson, brother to Alfred who takes a home in the village to be nearby his ailing brother  (Foulds often references Tennysons as yet unwritten tribute to friend Arthur Hallam, one of my favorite poems).
    Fould’s book wound up short-listed for the Man Booker Prize in late 2009 as a work of “intense and atmospheric imagination.”  It is a very addicting read, even if it seems deliberately obtuse at times.  Foulds manages to create distinct voices for each of his characters, ones that leave the reader sympathetic to each delusion.  

    The book is written in numerous first-person, inner thoughts from these characters and Allen’s family.  As Dr. Allen sinks further into his ill-fated machinations, as  Margaret falls victim to her own imaginings and Hannah attempts to navigate courtship, we wonder if anyone will leave High Beach the better for it. Ironically, we never hear the thoughts of Dr. Stockdale, who, seen though the eyes of others, becomes the villain of the tale.  
    Foulds’ most impressive feat, however, is not the story-telling.  He truly has a refreshing way with words.  It is not affected or forced.  Descriptions simply drip with tangibility.  However, a word of warning.  This is not a source for historical accuracy.  Anyone looking for or expecting the concrete and clear excitement of something like The Devil In the White City will be quite lost and frustrated.  

    Thanks to Meghan Fallon for the review copy

    Book: Paperback | 5.23 x 7.87in | 272 pages | ISBN 9780143117797 | 29 Jun 2010 | Penguin | 18 – AND UP
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    REVIEW: BRIGHT YOUNG PEOPLE

    Considering my obsession with this period in history, and some of its tenants, I cannot believe it took me so long to find this book. I have heard, anecdotally, of the Bright Young People but I knew little about their specifics. Even with this marvelous history as a guide, they are still a fluid, amorphous bunch. Which I suppose was the point.
    After WWI, the French turned to surrealism. America turned to jazz. The English, it seems, turned to their aristocracy-turned-high society. The inception of exorbitant inheritance taxes burdened the landed gentry — their parents. Older siblings returned from the war broken and confused. This lost generation needed an outlet, an escape, and above all to be heard. The result was stunning.
    These fabulously wealthy twenty-somethings knew that time was fleeting, and made the most of it. Champagne flowed at parties that lasted until dawn. Scavenger hunts zigzagged the players all across London. And yet there was a deeper sadness that permeated their carousing. A sort of nostalgia in their own time.
    Besides, it was not all frivolity. The great writer Evelyn Waugh was a bright young person. So too was the fantastic portrait photographer Cecil Beaton. This frenzied time produced self-assured artists.
    This book chronicles the soirees and the stories of those who gave them in sparkling, sepia-toned perfection.
    Bright Young People
    The Lost Generation of London’s Jazz Age
    D. J. Taylor
    Farrar, Straus and Giroux Paperbacks, January 2010
    ISBN: 978-0-374-53211-6, ISBN10: 0-374-53211-7, 5 1/2 x 8 1/4 inches, 384 pages, 16 Pages of Black-and-White Illustrations/10 Illustrations in Text/Appendix/Notes and References/Index
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    QUICK REVIEW: OTHER PEOPLE’S REJECTION LETTERS

    This tome is a collection of letters, ephemera, notes, cards and documents, all indicating some form of rejection.  Edited by Bill Shapiro, he and his assistants sifted through these chronicles, looking for glimpses into everyday life.  Shapiro notes in his introduction that in addition to the hurdle of convincing people to open up, is the primary problem of finding people who saved such brusque remembrances.  Yet there are plenty of interesting anecdotes in this collective memoir.  
     
    Some are funny, some are pointed, and some are touching.  Shapiro includes not only a “typical” rejection letter, but things like eviction notices and break-ups via text message.  There are also documents from the famous.  A thanks but no thanks from MoMA to Andy Warhol and Jimi Hendrix’s discharge papers.  But they are smartly mixed in with everyone else’s, for that is what they are – just like everyone else.

    Other People’s Rejection Letters: Relationship Enders, Career Killers, and 150 Other Letters You’ll Be Glad You Didn’t Receive
    Hardcover, 192 pages
    May 11, 2010
    Price: $22.50

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    QUICK REVIEW: ONLY MILO

    I recently won a copy of this book from The Book Studio, a great site with tons of interviews and contests.  If you like books at all, make sure you check their site often.  I had sort of forgotten about it until it arrived in the mail yesterday.  Within two hours I had finished it.  Granted, the truncated language of the first-person narrator made that task a little easier.  But I couldn’t put it down.  I stood over my grill, cooking dinner, with the book in my hand.  
    First-time novelist Barry Smith is a finance professor at the University of Kansas.  By day.  By night, he has imagined a sadistic yet sympathetic character who wants nothing more than to be recognized as the brilliant writer that he is.  Milo crosses the line once, then finds it is easier to cross each time — especially when literary fame lies just on the other side.  Like all struggling writers, he dreads the rejection letters that fill his mailbox.  Tired of facing the disappointment, he stacks his manuscripts in a closet and takes a job as a ghostwriter.  Then he begins to make ghosts of his own.
    It is dark, funny, compelling and is a truly original voice in the noise of shoddy thrillers.  Kudos to Inkwater Press for championing this one.  Read more about Only Milo here.
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    REVIEW: MY NAME IS MARY SUTTER

    Historical fiction is a tough genre to tackle.  When done well, it requires as much research as a biography and the imagination to weave a story that takes the reader into each of the settings.  It is clear that first-time author ROBIN OLIVEIRA must have uncovered dozens of unsung heroes and broken hearts while gathering details for MY NAME IS MARY SUTTER.  She pieced together a vivid novel.  
    Smart and stubborn, Mary Sutter is continuing the family tradition of midwifery — but only until she can enroll in medical school and study to become a surgeon. Her letters of inquiry are ignored, so she begins her campaign door-to-door, looking fro a doctor who will allow her to apprentice.  Her efforts seem to be in vain, until Confederate forces fire on Fort Sumter.  Suddenly, there is great need for nurses and doctors in Washington DC hospitals.  President Lincoln appoints Ms. Dorothea Dix to be in charge of the medical services for the Union, who also denies Mary entrance to the corps of caregivers.  Frustrated, she leaves her menial job at the hellish Union Hotel Hospital and follows troops into battle.  There she is faced with character-defining decisions about how best to care for dying men in a hopeless situation. 
    The book also follows, in epistolary form, the difficulties of Mary mother, now a widow living in Albany, as she worries for her children who have all been affected by the war.  Sister Jenny is expecting a child, whose father is fighting in a Union regiment. Her brother, too, is serving his country.  Though she knows her mother needs the help delivering her own grandchild, Mary is hesitant to leave behind the suffering men in uniform.
    Oliveira’s strength lies in her descriptive language, especially of setting.  Mary Sutter travels a great deal, and the reader can easily envision these now large cities as the muddy, barely habitable towns they were in the 1860s.  Her anatomical descriptions are not for the squeamish either.  Difficult child birth and limb amputations are not glossed over.  The storyline at times can be a little uneven, and feel somewhat like Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman.  Still Oliveira’s writing style remains strong throughout.  
    Book: Hardcover | 5.98 x 9.01in | 384 pages | ISBN 9780670021673 | 13 May 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP

    Thank you to Yen for the advance copy of this book.
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    Article/ Interview in Connect Savannah: For All The Tea in China

    My interview with Sarah Rose, author of FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA appears in this week’s Connect Savannah.


    Many thanks to Sarah Rose for her willingness to speak with me, and to editor Jim Morekis for including this and many articles on books and literature in his publication.  And thanks to all those at Viking Press, especially Meghan and Holly, for making sure I got to read and review this book.

    Included is a transcript below:

    Somehow, stories like these get lost as memories fade.  Perhaps at the time it was merely business and the adventure was just a part of life.  Perhaps at the time they had no idea how it would affect the future of world economy.  For some reason the incredible trek of Robert Fortune has lain rather dormant — until author Sarah Rose dusted off his old journals and brought him back to like.  A botanist and horticulturalist, Fortune was enlisted by the East India Tea Company to turn spy and gather tea plants, recipes, traditions and even gardeners without the knowledge of the Emperor.  All because England didn’t want to pay China to import the tea anymore.  Her book is enlightening, fast-paced and great fun to read.  I interviewed Sarah Rose about the process of uncovering this amazing tale:

    Q: How did you come across the story of Robert Fortune?  What about him made you want to dig deeper, and eventually write about him?
    A: My ex-boyfriend said to me “I heard one guy stole tea from China, you should look into that.”  So I did.  It turns out Robert Fortune went undercover in Chinese clothing and fought pirates, in addition to changing the world by bringing the secrets of tea horticulture and manufacturing beyond China. There were international drug cartels, and technological innovation as revolutionary as the microchip -  it was just a great story I couldn’t resist.
    Q: Did you get to travel to any exotic locales?  
    A: I retraced Fortune’s steps in China,  including a trip down the Yangtze, and overland to Wu Yi Shan. I also made several trips to London, to see the Physic Garden and to research the East India Company papers. I have a deep background in the story, my first job was as a cub reporter during the Hong Kong handover in 1997 and I also traveled through India for six months.
    Q: Do you have plans for another book?  A novel?
    A: No plans for a novel.  I have another non-fiction book in mind that would combine colonial history and biblical history, with a bit of swashbuckling too. It will take me to Egypt and London: DaVinci Code meets Raiders of the Lost Ark.  But writing books is really, really hard so I’ve been enjoying working on magazine pieces for the past year.
    Q: In your research, what surprised you?  Did you uncover any “dirty” secrets?  Did you meet any descendants?  Were there people who didn’t want it to be written about?
    A: There was a moment in the British Library when I was pouring over East India Company documents and realized how Fortune’s project went completely awry early on. There were reams of letters from long dead bureaucrats in which they fretted for their jobs and Fortune’s mission, men who had been dead for 125 years. It was so exciting to be in the library at that moment, I could have stayed forever.
    Q: Do you even like tea?  If so, what kind? Why?
    A: For about 2 years when I was writing the book, I could barely touch tea But I do love it – it tastes like hospitality to me. I drink black tea with milk and sugar. Fancy teas are wonderful and I admire them, but I add to much candy to really appreciate the subtlety, so mostly I drink bagged, Barry’s Tea, from Ireland.

    Q: This is your first book. What advice do you have to any other aspiring authors? How did you keep yourself in “the zone” and get the writing done?
    A: Honestly, I recommend aspiring authors do anything else other than write books. I wouldn’t have listened to this advice once upon a time, and now I’m too old. Writing is a really hard and dispiriting way to earn a living.
    I think Richard Ford (who was my professor) gave great advice in the Guardian: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/feb/20/ten-rules-for-writing-fiction-part-one

    I don’t know that I have ever really felt in the zone, I just set myself a word count for the day – some days I could write 400 words by lunch, some days it took me all day just to sit in my chair and I would write between 10:30 pm and 1 am.
    I am fortunate in that I could run away some place quiet and warm for six weeks in the winter. I have the very good fortune to have chosen a best friend who lives in Hawaii.

    It’s important to have trusted readers. I have a fabulous agent and my ex-boyfriend is a tremendous reader of my work; for about 2 years they were the only ones who saw it. Once I felt it looked vaguely book-like, I prevailed upon my friends in the profession for a read — and only *then* did I realize For All the Tea in China was any good. 
    And now, I think it’s really good.
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    REVIEW: Russia Against Napoleon

    I don’t pretend to be an expert historian – on Russia or any other topic, but I thoroughly enjoy a good yarn.  And there are plenty of true, lesser-known tales to cull from centuries of human complications.  Writer and professor Dominic Lieven tackles the mountainous topic of Napoleon’s invasion of Russia from 1812-14.  This impressive tome charts, in detail, the strategies, battles, retreats, and truces of this decisive time in Russian history.  And that is precisely whose history it is.  
    Dominic Lieven
    Lieven purposefully explores the strategies employed by the Russians and presents his research from their point of view. Going further, he includes details such as the rules of requisition, even in enemy and neutral territory and the influence of outside influences, like Britain’s loan of over a million pounds.  Lieven, it turns out, had three ancestors in various movements of the campaign.  Perhaps it is this personal connection that makes his efforts at completeness so very evident.

    He also posits that it is not merely Napoleon’s mistakes (retreat, hubris) and mishaps (cold weather, lack of supplies), but also the strength of strategy on the part of Alexander I and his counterparts. In his thesis, he examines how the Russians took advantage of the brief armistice.  Napoleon was weakened by it, while Alexander used it as a re-entrenchment and planning session.

    Yet as extensive as this book is, it lacks the “small” stories that I find most fascinating.  When I read an Erik Larson history, I find I have to remind myself it is true.  Russia Against Napoleon lacks this subtle extra layer that I really would have enjoyed.  Backstories and personal remembrences could have enhanced  This text is very accessible and will be a fantastic reference for students and enthusiasts for years to come.

    Book: Hardcover | 5.98 x 9.01in | 656 pages | ISBN 9780670021574 | 15 Apr 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP

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    REVIEW: FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA by Sarah Rose

    As a self-proclaimed theic (one who is addicted to tea), I am thrilled someone, in modern times,  has tackled this vast, interwoven tale of a name that changed so much but it little remembered.  Tea is like wine.  Growing seasons, climates, picking times, drying, storing  and shipping all affect the taste.  And there are plenty who prefer a potent earl grey to a warm green tea.  And it was plant-hunter and spy Robert Fortune who discovered (for the Western world) that these two very different teas grew from the same plant.  Author Sarah Rose delves into the seductive past and retrieves the best, most aromatic leaves for our enjoyment.  
    (http://www.filmakers.com/index.php?a=filmDetail&filmID=1238)
    The fortuitously-named Robert Fortune took on a great adventure in the name of tea and Queen.  The East India Company was losing money, so they decided to steal the secrets of Chinese tea and transplant them to India, where they still had power.  They tapped Fortune to be their spy.  This debut book by Sarah Rose, follows Fortune on his journey.  With stories gleaned from Fortune’s meticulous diaries and journals, Rose maintains an even keel between historical background and plant-hunting espionage.  Her descriptions of inland China, with terraced hillsides, fresh peaches, and blooming forsythia are intoxicating.  Wandering along the river, filling glass Wardian cases with exotic plants sounds divine.  This idyllic setting is counterbalanced by the danger of impersonating a Mandarin Chinese and avoiding suspicion.

    Indeed, there are many intricate details of Chinese society that this tale of tea serves to enlighten.  While Fortune was a hero to the West, he was clearly an enemy to China and the East.  Through Rose’s telling of Fortune’s exploits, we see the emotional complications of respect for and exploitation of another culture.  It is clear that not only Fortune himself benefitting from this travels, but the economy of the strongest Empire in the world.

    I spent a summer as a gardener at the Canterbury Shaker Village and one of my jobs was to harvest and dry the mint for their four mint tea.  It was a quiet, peaceful job, if not an easy one, but it is still the best job I’ve ever had.  Particularly in an age when we are once again learning to respect the value of a growing our own gardens, in some small way, I’d like to think I was following in Robert Fortune’s steps.  The gardening part; not the traveling and spying part.

    (For more, check out the author’s article in Smithsonian Magazine here.  It’s tags are “crime” and “botany” – you know you want to read it.)

    Thank you to Meghan and Holly at Viking Press.
    FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA: How England Stole the World’s Favorite Drink and Changed History by Sarah Rose 
    Book: Hardcover | 5.51 x 8.26in | 272 pages | ISBN 9780670021529 | 18 Mar 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP



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    CONTEST: Free Book

    The good folks (Thanks, Meghan and Holly!) over at Viking were kind enough to send me a copy of FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA by Sarah Rose to giveaway on the site.

    Book: Hardcover | 5.51 x 8.26in | 272 pages | ISBN 9780670021529 | 18 Mar 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP
    So, to win this book:
    1. In the comment area below, tell me about your favorite flavor of tea, and why you like it.
    2. Leave your email address in the following form: name (at) domain dot com — so we can avoid spammers.
    3. Watch for my review of this book coming soon.
    4. Go make yourself a delicious cup of tea!
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    New Classic: THE DEVIL IN THE WHITE CITY


    I stumbled upon this book when I was a senior in college.  Poor as I was, I waited until it was available for a “discount” at Amazon.  I picked it up from my little campus mail box on my way to my English comprehensive exam – something I had to pass to get my degree.  But instead of following suit and cramming scraps of info into my over-taxed brain, I opened this book instead.  I read 10 pages before the professor called the test to order and made me trade in my new book for his floppy, empty blue ones.  While obviously it wasn’t all I could think of during the test (I aced it), I was anxious to dive into it during the summer.  And as I left NH that summer, I finished it sitting on a porch in Savannah.  Since then, it has become classic in my library. 

    Historian and author Erik Larson hit literary gold when he found the true tale of a charming and frightening man who plied his dastardly trade against the background of one of Man’s greatest achievements.   H.H. Holmes (one of many iterations of his name) terrorized Columbian Chicago as an American Jack the Ripper.   While Chicagoans prepared the waterfront with a dazzling display of architecture and invention, Holmes preyed on the kindness of strangers, and practiced on the darker side of human nature.


    Painstakingly researched, this book shifts between chronicling the World’s Fair that changed America’s world standing and the inhuman monster who lurked under its electric lights.  A book about either of these subjects on their own would have been interesting.  Juxtaposed the story finds an incredible energy and reads like a novel.  For me, it fostered an extreme curiosity in the 1893 fair.  I find myself searching through old map and photograph stores for ephemera from the fair.  My prized piece so far is a postcard from an attendee to her friend in Ohio.  


    If you haven’t come across this book so far, check it out.  But set aside a couple days.  It is so engrossing – you won’t be able to put it down.



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    THE BOOK OF FIRES


    Jane Borodale’s first novel, THE BOOK OF FIRES, is a vivid portrait of 1750s England.  The heroine, Agnes Trussel, leads the reader from countryside squalor to a sooty, bustling London.  Part of a large family, struggling to even survive, Agnes clearly stands out from her siblings.  Her interior thoughts, expertly drawn in present tense, add insight and immediacy to the tale.  Finding herself at a crossroads, the teenage Agnes leaves the only place she has ever known via a wagon bound for London.  Relying partially on the kindness of strangers, but mostly on her own wits, Agnes arrives wet, bedraggled and desperate on the steps of a gruff man’s home, in answer a “housemaid wanted” sign in his window.  But instead of emplying her with household duties, Mr. Blacklock starts to teach her about the basic ingredients of fireworks.
    Borodale’s descriptions, through Agnes’ eyes, are almost those of a synesthete.  Acrid smells intermingle with hues and textures and bring to life a gritty, difficult reality.  The writing is fresh and precise.  She strikes a balance between exposition and story that is seemingly rare among historical fiction authors.  Borodale uses an economy of language while still evoking the style of the time.
    Still, the reader will have to employ some suspension of disbelief to fully enter the world which Agnes inhabits.  Her acceptance into apprenticeship at a fireworks shop is fitting to her personality, if not entirely plausible.  This is offset by the other details of class distinctions, and the unlikely ways in which they cross over.  For example, the evening when Agnes gets to view her first fireworks display at a high society party is especially touching.  The reader too has spent hours at the work bench with Agnes and is anxious to see the fruits of her labor.
    This book is layered, very readable and will be particularly enjoyable to young teenage women and is an excellent foray into the world of fiction for this new novelist. 
    Book: Hardcover | 5.98 x 9.01in | 368 pages | ISBN 9780670021062 | 21 Jan 2010 | Viking Adult | 18 – AND UP

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