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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: OZ THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (2013)

This movie makes me fear even more for the future of the Star Wars franchise.  What has happened to Disney?  Instead of inspiring wonder and amusement, they too seem to have gone the way of bland mediocrity, an opiate for the cinematic masses.  If it weren’t for Pixar, there would be no creative output from the Mouse’s film vault.

The writing isn’t terrible, but neither is it particularly good.  The theme of being the best you can be and being true to yourself is so repetitive as to become nauseating.  What really kills this movie is the acting.

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James Franco squints his way through, delivering ridiculously bad performances throughout.  It’s as if he thinks his mildly decent looks will distract the audience from how wretched he is.  Mila Kunis, usually passable if not brilliant, is out of step the entire film.  I don’t entirely blame her however — she should have been directed better. Michelle Williams was saccharine and vapid.  If I were one of the witchy sisters, I’d try to ruin her too.  Rachel Weisz manages to merely nibble at the scenery rather than gobble it, in most scenes.   Actually, the best performances are from two CGI characters — China Doll and Finley the Monkey.

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It’s sad.  L. Frank Baum gave us characters and adventures that are still magical over 100 years later.  But even in the hands of the most respected animators in the world, it fails.

The best part of the movie is the brilliant opening credit sequence.  It perfectly captures turn-of-the-century circus and magic aesthetic.  You can watch it here and spare yourself the rest of the movie:

This steampunky theme returns only later in the movie to great effect.  I do wish they had used the simplicity and shabby realism of this style more often.

In short, the movie is terrible.  It has no business joining the annals of Oz, nor does it deserve a place on the shelf next to Sleeping Beauty or Toy Story.  Like one of the magician’s tricks, this was a cheap illusion to disappear money out of our pockets and into the Disney’s.

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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.

Kristopher Jansma
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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My photograph

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: LES MISERABLES (2012)

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I was on the fence about whether I was going to see this one until I learned it was directed by Tom Hooper, whose The King’s Speech was stunning.  I thought he would be good choice to bring out the subtly of the characters.  I also knew he could evoke era and it would be shot beautifully.

In most cases, this is true.  In general, the characters are well-drawn.  For the most part, I cared what happened to everyone (But I attribute a good deal of that to Victor Hugo as well).

As for the singing… of which 98% of it is… well… it was uneven.  Most surprisingly, Hugh Jackman‘s singing was weak.  He is in the bulk of the movie, obviously, so the fact that he sings flat most of the time is actually rather painful.  I found myself squirming in particular during “Who Am I?” and “Bring Him Home.”  His acting is fair, so I suppose if one is tone deaf, one would enjoy him more.  And to fans of his performance I say that you are more than welcome to like it/him, but that does not change the sonic frequencies that he emitted.  The majority of them were incorrect.

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All of the French Revolutionaries (Marius, et al.) are very strong and did not include the annoying Broadway stare mentality I feared.  In fact, they were rather inspiring.  Unfortunately, Gavroche is irritating.  He is too much the little Oliver Twist rather than his own character.  Sasha Baron Cohen once again proves that he has real chops as the “Master of the House”.  His wife, played by Helena Bonham Carter, sadly does not match up.  She is just strange and uncomfortable to watch.

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Russell Crowe, though not perfect, was surprisingly good as Javert. He did not play the role as fiercely as I would have liked and his singing voice sounds a bit modern, but he is strong.

The true stars of the film are the ladies playing Fantine and Eponine.

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Anne Hathaway is heart-wrenchingly affecting as mother-factory-worker-turned-destitute-street-walker.  And just as importantly, in a musical, she is quite literally pitch-perfect.  Her voice is unaffected, pure and well under control.  It was refreshing and found myself wishing there were more of her character in the show to enjoy.

Similarly strong is Samantha Barks as Eponine.  She is sassy, troubled and smart but manages to keep the audience’s sympathy throughout her act.  Her singing is also spot-on.  I look forward to seeing more of her in the future.

Les MiserablesSince these actresses have the two most famous songs from the show (I Dreamed a Dream and On My Own, respectively), it is great that they have the best pipes.

The filming was a bit strange.  Nearly all of it (as far as I could tell) was shot with a hand-held camera.  Many scenes for shaky and uneven.  Perhaps this was Hooper’s attempt to bring the audience in, but after two and a half hours it became difficult to watch.  I was even less impressed with the use of the fish eye lens for Fantine’s descent.  Yes, I know, he was trying to make it be Fantine’s point-of-view, funhouse mirror style, but it was first-year film student type of stuff.  All style and no substance.

The same with the sets.  Again, I am sure it was a conscious choice, but the backgrounds were very set-like, rather than realistic.  I was hoping that Hooper would have chosen for a more realistic style that film would allow for, a level of detail that isn’t possible on stage.

In general, the film is watchable, but not the perfect masterpiece it could have been.

**Addition**

A reader asked me what I though of Amanda Seyfried, who played the adult Cosette.  In truth, I forgot to include her because she was really rather forgettable.  Her voice tends to warble but it is on pitch.  Though her singing is passable, she is incredibly boring.  She has no personality.   So little, in fact, that you wish Marius were actually in love Eponine rather than Cosette. 

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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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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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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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THOUGHTS ON “LINCOLN” (2012)

Just about any film will have its strengths and weaknesses, but some of these I never expected from veteran Spielberg.

Its main strength lies in the acting.  Daniel Day-Lewis is, unsurprisingly, fantastic as Abraham Lincoln.  He humanizes the president that we are all too familiar with as a piece of money or a stone face on a mountain.

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He shuffles his long, lanky legs uncomfortably, hunches his too-tall shoulders and bears his unmistakable fatigue with grace.  In some scenes it appeared that they gave him shirts with sleeves too short to make his hands and arms appear even longer.

In school we learn about Lincoln’s achievements and consider him to be a great man, but I came away from this actually liking Lincoln, as a person.  He was not without his faults, certainly, but he came by those faults honestly.

Another of the strong performances comes from David Strathairn, which is again not a surprise.  He is always a solid actor and he nails his role as Secretary Seward.  He looks uncommonly comfortable in a vest, cravat and brushed forward hair, like he walked out of a painting in the National Portrait Gallery.

Strathairn at right

Tommy Lee Jones clearly had way too much fun as the bombastic and insulting Thaddeus Stevens.  He let fly as the unapologetic Congressman, and the head of the Ways and Mean committee.  Indeed he steals every scene he is in, save one with Day-Lewis.

Much has been made of Sally Field and her insistence on being cast as Mary Todd Lincoln.  I don’t know who else had been considered but she does a fine job.  Mary is a complicated character both in real life and in this film and she deals with it nicely.

Sally Field and Tommy Lee Jones

Smaller roles for James Spader and Lee Pace are also well-cast and well-acted.  

Now for the weaker points.  If I had to put into one sentence:  This film does not seem like it was directed by Steven Spielberg.  Much of the camera work feels like a Ken Burns documentary.  Painfully slow zooms don’t constitute cinematography in my opinion and this movie is full of them.  There are occasional filmic string scenes but there are not enough.  Additionally, there are rookie mistakes.  For example, Lincoln and Grant sit on a porch after the South has surrendered.  They talk about their ideas for Reconstruction.  The shot is an exterior.  The sunlight is apparent and coming from behind the actors.  Yet there is very bright, very obvious light being shined on the actor’s faces.  This is not just ambient light — this is spotlights and reflectors.  In fact, it kind of makes the viewer’s brain hurt until you figure out what is going on.  

The writing is not strong either.  The best parts is the tight dialogue during the debates, both in the cabinet room and on the senate floor.  Unfortunately, much of the character dialogue is weak, or just passable.

And as much as I like Joseph Gordon-Levitt, his “storyline” was completely unnecessary and poorly presented.  He plays Robert, Lincoln’s eldest son who is insistent upon joining the Union forces.  The family strain is clearly evident without this subplot and his scenes just pull the viewer away from the driving force of the movie.  Time would have been better spent expanding the story on Gloria Reuben‘s character, Elizabeth Keckley.

Reuben as Keckley, with Sally Field

As unlikely as it sounds, it also seems like this film was the victim of the dreaded test audience.  The film should have ended with a strong shot of Lincoln walking down the hallway at the White House in silhouette.  The audience knows he is going to the theatre. It’s effective but subtle.  Instead, we have to watch 10 more minutes of stilted dialogue and really cheesy effects.  There is even a superimposition shot of a dead Lincoln in bed, surrounded by colleagues, over a gas lamp while they spout bad writing.

Unfortunately, this film is really just a History Channel special for classrooms, with better acting and some better sets.

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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: 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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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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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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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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BRIEF REVIEW: JANE EYRE (2011)

Director Cary Fukunaga has given a new generation a gorgeous version of this classic tale.  Since its publishing in 1847, under the pseudonym Currer Bell, Jane Eyre has fascinated both readers and storytellers.  This adaptation is beautifully shot, very well-acted, and enhanced by a stunning score from Dario Marianelli (Atonement, I Capture the Castle).  The set of Thornfield is perfect.  It’s devastating and romantic and even funny at times.

And until the last third of the movie, I thought someone had finally made a perfect adaptation.  But, like Jane, my dreams were dashed, made all the more painful because I had dared to hope at all.

Yes, everyone has a favorite scene that they can’t wait to see on the big screen.  Or a line that doesn’t match quite with their imagination.  But this goes beyond minuscule details.  Even more frustrating, many of these key scenes were shot, but edited out (Luckily you can see them in the extra features).

* Spoilers beyond this point *

There are no scenes that hint at or show Bertha until the failed wedding.  Although Bertha does try to set Mr. Rochester’s bed on fire, there are no cackles from the hallway, no unholy screams that keep Jane awake.  There is no Grace Poole as a red herring.  There isn’t a hint of the supernatural or any idea that something is amiss.  Most frustrating, is the lack of the veil shredding scene.  It jumps from Adele playing with the veil to Jane and Rochester heading to the church.  I think the lack of these scenes undermines Jane’s character and detracts from the richness of the story.  The uncertainty, the unsettled atmosphere is key to Jane Eyre.  Without it, it becomes little more than a “will they or won’t they” story.

There are also some important elements of Mr. Rochester’s character that are left out.  Though shot, but cut, there is a scene in which he describes his connection to Adele’s mother.  I found Wasikowska and Fassbender’s chemistry most evident during this scene, but it was inexplicably cut.  And Rochester’s speech at the altar?  Nowhere to be found.  He merely takes the wedding party to his attic, for our first glimpse of a woman who looks methed out.

* End of spoilers *

In short, what IS there on screen, is beautiful and well done.  The problem is it leaves what I consider essential scenes out.  Do see it; it was very enjoyable.  Just know that somethings are missing.  I suppose I am only all the more disappointed knowing how very close to perfection they came.

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ALBUM REVIEW: BLOSSOM & BEE, Sara Gazarek

This is my first album review, so bear with me.  I may not know the various technical terms, but I know when jazz is good.

I’ve been waiting for someone like this to come along — and for me to find her.  Diana Krall is too condescending; Tierney Sutton is too high-minded.  Ever since Miles Davis, jazz has experienced a rift.  If I had to describe it in a sentence, I’d say that one side wants a melody and the other doesn’t.  (Listen to a much more eloquent rant than mine from Jason Marsalis here.)  Vocalist too seem to struggle with this.  Which kind are you?  Do you go for nonsensical scat and dissonant accompanists? In my opinion, desperate to be on the leading edge and be noticed, too many talented singers opt for noodle jazz, or something like it.

Finally, a fresh, lovely voice who can swing a standard.  Thank you, Sara Gazarek. And thank you, John Clayton, for taking her under your wing (as if I needed another reason to be in awe of that lovely man).

She finds and explores beautiful, hidden nooks and crannies of a song without making it an exercise.  Neither is this a rehash of the same old torch or list songs.  Gazarek embraces her youthfulness with a lilting “So This In Love” from Cinderella, a grooving “Unpack Your Adjectives” from School House Rock, and the theme from the 2003 film Down With Love.

But this is not to be confused with immaturity.  Far from it.

She holds her own against veterans Larry Goldings and John Pizzarelli.  She delivers a heartbreaking “The Lies of A Handsome Man.”  It’s a well-crafted ballad of a woman somehow between naivete and wisdom — a place that is necessary evil, that has to be looked at square in the face.  Gazarek shows us she’s been there, with an ironic smile.

I look forward to many more years of her clear voice, well-balanced accompaniment and lively spirit.  Long live jazz.

www.saragazarek.com

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REVIEW: ABRAHAM LINCOLN, VAMPIRE HUNTER (2012)

So, the title tells you just about all you need to know.  Knowing the basics, I expected a silly action flick.  And it is.  The film (and presumably the book, although I haven’t read it) weaves in biographical details about Lincoln into a completely ridiculous tale about vampires.

As a boy, Lincoln’s mother is killed by a ruthless and jealous merchant (who also happen to be a vampire).  He vows revenge and gets his chance as an impetuous teenager.  Unsuccessful in his vengeance bid, he retreats to study under a more accomplished vampire hunter.  After a training montage, he is now ready to smite the undead with his mighty axe.

First, the strong points.  The set design and decoration was quite good.  From a one room cabin in Indiana to a decrepit mansion in New Orleans to a small dry goods shop in Springfield, Illinois, the production design nailed it.  Similarly, the cinematography was very well done.  There were plenty of candlelit rooms and moonlit landscapes that must have been difficult to photograph, but they were important for the mood and story.

Now the not-so-stellar points.  With few exceptions, the acting was horrendous.  Rufus Sewell, who seems incapable of turning in a bad performance, plays a centuries-old vampire who has allied himself with Jefferson Davis and the rebel forces.  There the acting accolades end.  Anthony Mackie, Abe’s friend Will, Jimmi Simpson, owner of the dry goods store and Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Mary Todd, do well enough to not embarrass themselves.  The same cannot be said for Dominic Cooper, Marton Csokas, and unfortunately Benjamin Walker.  He brought as much personality to the role of Abraham Lincoln as the marble statue in DC.  I’ve not seen any of his other films so I have nothing to compare it to, but this cannot be his best work.  He is stilted, wooden and awkward.  I don’t even know why Erin Wasson was there.  Her character, and her portrayal of it, were useless.

The film is completely lacking in subtlety, though that is hardly a surprise.  Other “monster” movies like White Zombie and I Walked With A Zombie explore the idea of slavery and colonialism in various kinds, comparing it to being “zombified”.  Here, the film explains it numerous times, and any value the idea had is lost.

The action sequences are nothing special.  They are strange mix of Jackie Chan kung fu and 300-style blood splatters.  The climactic action scene is on a train, but Buster Keaton did more with less, and 90 years ago.

I wasn’t expecting a masterpiece, but I was hoping for a campy, cult favorite.  Something that had just enough good about it that it would be one a 24-hour loop on TBS on February 12th, or be the basis for a new drinking game, perhaps.  Unfortunately it fell short of that goal.  It tried too hard to be a serious movie, rather than embracing the genre it rightfully belongs in.  The result is an awkward identity crisis.

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REVIEW: THE QUEEN OF SPADES (1949)

A somewhat forgotten film, The Queen of Spades seems to be making a quiet return.  Made on a small budget, the film was nominated for a BAFTA (British equivalent of the Oscars) and was screened at Cannes, before dropping off into obscurity.

Based on a novella by Alexander Pushkin, the film follows one man’s obsession for money and control.  It is set in 1806 in St. Petersburg, in snowy streetscapes and glittering opera houses.  A regiment of soldiers frequents a basement den of iniquity, complete with dancing and singing gypsies, tankards of vodka and gambling.  The game of choice is Faro, a simple two-person came of chance.  The protagonist, Herman Suvorin (Anton Walbrook) is captain of the engineers, and a German.  He does not partake in the revelry, choosing instead to save his money and live fastidiously.

The handsome captain lives in a spare apartment.  The bedclothes are modest, the candlestick is well-waxed and It’s clean and everything has its place.  He carries no debts and exists simply.  And he seems contented, if not entirely ecstatic with his situation.  That is until he hears the story of a Countess, who traded her soul for the secret to winning at Faro.  That was sixty years ago.  She is now an old, embittered woman (Edith Evans) and the secret will soon die with her.

In stark contrast to the captain’s ruthless nature is Lizavetta Ivanova (Yvonne Mitchell).  She is a young woman, now the ward of the countess, after she was orphaned.  in return for the countess’s magnanimity, Liza is the old woman’s companion.  She puts up with her complaints of draughts and impertinent young people, and wishes to be free of the countess’s constraints.  Liza has more affection for the servants than her benefactress and sees no use in a frivolous amount of money.

Their two realities meet and a tempestuous relationship begins.  They each have something the other wants — the captain wants into her gilded cage, while she wants a way out.

I found myself much more interested in the supernatural intrigue than the love story and I wish the film had focused more on it.  A good bit of the middle is melodramatic with love letters and swooning.  One of the stronger scenes is all too short (in fact, there is an awkward cut, which makes me wonder if some footage was lost).  The captain goes into a used bookstore and stumbles upon a mysterious volume of stories.

It’s telling that the film chooses a German, the home of the Brothers Grimm, to be the one to believe in “fairy tales” such as these.  For no sensible Brit or world-weary Russian would consider the stories in this book anything more than a collection to pass the time.

The film is beautifully shot in high contrast black and white, and often in the shadows.  It’s reminiscent of the Tourneur/Lewton projects but more classical in style.  Austenites will recognize some similarities in the social situations, the dress, and the dancing.  Indeed, Liza could well be an Austen heroine herself.  Perhaps that is the British film team’s influence creeping in.  After all Russia, holds a strange place on the map — not quite the mystical East, nor the civilized West. It’s still long before the Bolshevik revolution, and nearly ten years before Waterloo.  There is a sense of wealth that has nothing to do but indulge in decrepitude.

Unfortunately, it does not appear that Netflix carries this title yet (although they do have various ballet versions), so in order to see it you will need to purchase it – which is still a bit tricky in the US.  Hopefully, this resurgence in interest will bring it to a wider audience.  If you do get a chance to watch it, hang on for the end.  Yes, the “love” stuff will feel a bit outdated and overwrought, but the last 15 minutes are stunning and chilling.  It’s when all the supernatural buildup comes together.

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A special thanks to Jim Reed and the Psychotronic Film Society who found and screened this film.  I doubt I would have ever seen it otherwise!

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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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REVIEW: SALMON FISHING IN THE YEMEN (2012)

This is the best movie of the year (at least, so far).  It’s charming but not saccharine, sweeping but not grandiose.  As it is based upon a book, story is paramount.  It is from Lasse Halstrom, the director of Chocolat, after all.

Emily Blunt plays Harriet Chetwode-Talbot, a smart, sleek and organized asset manager.  Her portfolio of clients includes one very wealthy Sheikh Muhammed (Amr Waked) from Yemen.  He has a manor in Scotland where he loves to fish for salmon and wants to bring his passion to the desert.  Chetwode-Talbot seeks out the preeminent expert on such things, Dr. Alfred Jones (Ewan MacGregor).  The two spar over the ideas that a cold water fish could live in a a place with no water.

Meanwhile, Her Majesty’s government is desperate for a positive news story out of the Middle East.  Patricia Maxwell (Kristin Scott Thomas) is determined to spin gold out of straw with this one and insists the project move forward.  And so this unlikely trio sets out to do the impossible.

Research takes the team to the Sheik’s estate (also know as Glenbogle from Monarch of the Glen), vast expanses of arid desert, canyons and boring office cubicles.  Each location is well-drawn, evoking a very real sense of place.  This variation somehow makes the project seem all the more daunting, and more adventurous.  Hallestrom uses each of these locations beautifully, including a couple of gorgeous scenes with low lighting.

The score too is very well done.  By veteran composer Dario Marianelli (I Capture the Castle, Atonement), it seamlessly blends the music and sounds of all of these locations.

These three main characters are quite well done.  Dr. Jones is a brilliant but socially awkward man.  He’s very kind-hearted but doesn’t really interact the way most people do.    Ms. Chetwode-Talbot seems to cherish British propriety, although she sees her own self fall short.  She expects a great deal from herself.  Sheik Muhammed is a philosopher who has the means to act upon his ideas.  He is not just a rich man with a crazy idea.  He wants to bring life and prosperity to his country.  Mrs. Maxwell connotes the a turning point of Kristin Scott Thomas’ career, I think.  No longer the soft, willowy heroine (English Patient, Horse Whisperer) she bursts onto the screen a la Kay Thompson in Funny Face and fills it in each of her scenes.

Salmon Fishing In The Yemen is funny, wise, sobering and inspiring.  It’s not going to make the kind of money that a summer blockbuster will (though it should).  But if you see it showing at a theatre near to you, DO see it on the big screen.  It’s beautiful and immensely enjoyable.

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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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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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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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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.

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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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REVIEW: THE FACE THIEF by Eli Gottlieb

This was one of those books that just appeared, unsolicited, in my mailbox.  While I always give those surprise titles a glance, I usually don’t have time to read and review them in addition to the ones I’ve already committed to.  Add to that my suspicion of modern novels and it’s strange that I even ended up reading it.

I suppose I mention this only because I’m still reeling from how I was sucked into it.

An interchangeable hotel conference room, rather like the one Lawrence presents in.

The story revolves around a brilliant con-woman and her marks, but it is more than cat-and-mouse game.  Multiple narratives twist together to form a story of identity and suspense.  Various points-of-view overlap and slowly a clear picture comes into focus.  Each narrator has its own voice, yet the author’s style remains clear.  And although each narrator is unreliable in its own way, the reader can begin to piece together the truth.  Of course, there are still come unanswered philosophical questions for the reader to answer for themselves.

The writing is fresh without being forced.  Here are a couple of excerpts:

With a peculiar copper taste in his mouth, he took the elevator back down and walked back through the lobby.  He felt like a figure in an illustration manual.  Slumping nearly in tears on a bench in front of the building, he again dialed Cas, who picked up on the first ring.
pg. 56

In the dark, the house with its tall peaked roof resembles a witch’s hat.  The windows were covered with frilly sheers and the driveway was a humped pour of macadam that glistened in the streetlight like a pair of new shoes.  To the letter, it was the kind of tidy working-class home that she had staked her entire life avoiding.
pg. 195

 This book is solidly literary and yet delightfully sensational.  Gottlieb takes a simple idea and explores it from multiple angles, bringing life to various points of view and taking the reader on a psychological adventure.

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Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.  Visit the author’s site.

ISBN: 9780061735059
Imprint: William Morrow
On Sale: 1/17/2012
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 5 1/2 x 8 1/4
Pages: 256
$24.99; Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: GILLESPIE & I by Jane Harris

I am still reeling from this book.  Surprising at every turn — and I’m not easily surprised.  Nor am I easily impressed, particularly when it comes to books.  The writing is fabulous – both in style and in storytelling.

Program Guide for the International Exhibition

The first-person narrator, Harriet Baxter, is an older women now, in 1933.  She has decided to set down certain aspects of her life 50 years ago in 1888 and 1889 Glasgow.  What begins as a much-needed change of scenery, and a bit of adventure by visiting the International Exhibition, becomes a life-changing experience — for everyone.

Quite by chance, she befriends a struggling but up-and-coming painter on the Glasgow scene.  Ned Gillespie is a devoted family man.  He adores his wife and their two daughters.  They’ve managed to carve out a relatively happy life.  Harriet, herself with no family other than a stepfather she rarely sees, spends more and more time with the Gillespie family, determined to help in any way she can.  She becomes a self-appointed patron of their art as well as their struggles.

Although there is a great deal more to say about the story, I will refrain.  Much of the beauty of this novel is how it unfolds and revealing too much here would deprive any reader of that enjoyment.

Harris’ characterizations are wonderful and delightfully Victorian.  She finds a strong voice with Harriet, both in her memories and in her contemporary musings.  She defies the code of her time.  Here are two excerpts from early in the book.

This was such an exhausting conversation, hostile and full of dead ends.  I had forgotten that such was the only type of discussion in which my stepfather engaged; his interlocutors were always his adversaries; indeed he did not feel that he was engaged in real dialogue unless one participant ended by triumphing over the other.  I will admit to feeling frustrated.  We had not seen each other for many years; it seemed hard to believe that we were embroiled in such a pointless, combative exchange about nothing more meaningful than gadgets.

‘No, sir,’ I said, shortly. ‘ I know of no such device.’

His lip curled, and he gazed at me, askance: if I were a representative of the modern world, then it would appear that I was distinctly below par in his estimation.  Immediately I was filled with regret and anxiety: I had let him down! As a child, I had learned all about kaleidoscopes, in the hope of pleasing him.  If only I was better informed, now, about carpet sweepers.

page 54-55

‘Pteridomania!’ exclaimed Peden. ‘ That dreaded disease.’  He angled his body away from me, in order to address me, sideways, over his shoulder.  ‘It seems that when you ladies are weary of novels and gossip and crochet, you find much entertainment in ferns.  No doubt you preside over a fern collection, Miss Baxter?’

‘Sadly, no!’ I replied. ‘What with all my novels and gossip and crochet, there’s no time left for ferns.’

The astute reader will, of course, realise that I was employing irony; by Mr Peden gave a self-satisfied nod – as though I had proven his point.

page 61

Like Rebecca by Daphne DuMaurier, at about the halfway point, the story takes an unexpected turn.  It’s a brilliant misdirection and meant that I spent each free moment intent on reading just a few more pages.  I barreled though to the end, desperate to know what will happen.  Since finishing it, I’ve been suffering from acute withdrawal, and I continue to ruminate on it.  Harris’ writing is at once fresh and vintage. The epistolary style harkens to the great Victorian novels Harriet herself eschews.  I truly can’t wait for her next effort.

The author’s website: http://www.janeharris.com/

Many thanks to Erica at HarperPerennial for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062103208
ISBN10: 0062103202
Imprint: Harper Perennial
On Sale: 1/31/2012
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 528
$14.99
Ages: 18 and Up

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REVIEW: THE WOMAN IN BLACK (2012)


A crumbling manor, a mysterious curse, a sea mist and creepy deaths.  How could I (of all people) resist?  I am completely unfamiliar with the book (of the same name) by Susan Hill, which is rather unlike me.  And I was unable to see the staged version while in London this summer.  So I came to the film knowing nothing about the story, which was quite an unusual treat for me.

Arthur Kipps (Daniel Radcliffe) is a London solicitor still struggling with the death of his wife.  He is now raising his young son Joseph with the help of a no-nonsense and efficient nanny.  His boss gives him one more assignment to prove his worth to the firm and sends him to a non-descript village in England’s East coast.  His task is to settle the estate of Alice Drablow, formerly of Eel Marsh House.  Fans of Dracula will recognize similarities in these opening scenes.  The villagers are painfully tight-lipped and Arthur finds just one person who will drive him across the tidal and misty marshes to the entrance of the Drablow estate.  Once there, he is abandoned until the tides break once more.

Ensconced in the home and determined to prove himself worthy, he begins his quest through tattered and tanned documents, looking for anything that may shed light on Mrs. Drablow’s final requests.  But Arthur gets precious little done as he is continuously interrupted by the sounds of footsteps and a vision of a veiled lady.  Confused but unperturbed he returns to the village to ask questions.  He is once again told to return to London and leave their town.  Only one villager is welcoming – Sam Daily (Ciaran Hinds).  He is quick to dismiss the superstitions and ghostly tales of the common townfolk, despite having lost his own son years before… and having a wife who claims to be a medium.

Ciaran Hinds as Sam Daily

The story pulls from many gothic elements and therefore allows the viewer to fill in the details with their own expectations.  At the same time, the filmmakers treated the genre with respect.  The set of Eel Marsh House is incredibly lush.  Wallpaper patterns, antique toys, and window latches all work to create the atmosphere.  At times I wished for a touch more lighting so those details could be better enjoyed.

Still, a hint more of realism would have served the film well.  For example, the small family cemetery on the estate looks to be made of foam and borrowed from a Disney ride.  And the rusty front gate is propped open almost too perfectly askew.

The sound design is delightful.  There is some use of typical creaks and moans, but a great deal of it was original.  The scream of the Woman in Black is horrifying and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if they mixed a recording of nails on a chalkboard in there.

Someone involved in the production design knows their stuff.  There is a wonderful blend of the modern versus tradition at play.  Sam drives a car, which is instrumental in the resolution of the story, while Keckwick (Daniel Cerqueira) drives a horse and carriage.  Telephones exist, but the village doesn’t have one.  And as Arthur rides the train, we see him notice a story on theosophy and mediums, a very popular subject at the time.  It even gives a nod to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, himself a proponent of theosophy in later years.

The story occasionally plods, but it does allow the audience to catch its breath after a scare or two.  I would have liked to see even more detail and background about the Drablow family and ‘what really happened’ through the archival material that is found.  Or perhaps in stories from a townie.  Although we basically piece it together, a bit more detail would have helped fill it out.  Without giving anything away, some motives are less than clear.

Lastly, as an ardent fan of the Grenada version of Sherlock Holmes, I was delighted that David Burke (the earlier of the two Wastons) had a small role as PC Collins.  I desperately tried to find a screenshot of him, but to no avail.  Please send a link if you find one!  (This is he as Watson.)

This is an enjoyable ghost story with plenty of scares for teenagers who want to see Harry all grown up, and plenty of suspense for adults who like to solve  a mystery.

** If you have the option, do see it in 35mm. **

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Rated PG-13. 95 minutes. Hammer Films.  Released Feb 3, 2012 (US)
Official site: http://www.womaninblack.com

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REVIEW: THE COINCIDENCE ENGINE by Sam Leith

If HG Wells, Dave Barry and Jasper Fforde had a child, it would be Sam Leith.  Refreshingly original and smart, this novel follows multiple points of view ranging from a lovesick youth, a thug with no ability to judge consequences, a mastermind with a cutting sense of humor and an agent with a troubled past.

It begins with the unlikely incident of a hurricane assembling an airplane out of scrap metal.  This tips off the secret agency, the Department of the Extremely Improbable, that something is afoot.  It seems a coincidence engine, a machine that bends the psychics of chance and will, is on the move and a number of forces want to capture it.  The hunt is on, though no one quite knows what they are looking for.  It’s an adventure for the well-drawn characters as well as the reader.

Part steam-punk, part road trip, part comedy of errors, The Coincidence Engine is entirely readable.  The language is rich and swirling and, thankfully, very British.  Too often American publications include a stripping of dialectic idioms.  I love how eccentric the writing is allowed to be.

Here’s an example:

“Herbert Owse’s Antiquarian Omnium Gatherum stood on Burleigh Street, and was manned by a rubicund numismatist with a wild beard and a liking for checking shirts and moleskin waistcoats. His socks, though this is of scant relevance here, were held up with suspenders.  His name was not Herbert Owse.”

Leith finds an admirable balance between silliness and poignancy in his debut novel.  Witty, urbane and comic, I look forward to reading Sam Leith in the future.

Many thanks to Rachel and the folks at Crown Publishing for the review copy.

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Hardcover | February 07, 2012 | Pages: 288 | ISBN: 978-0-307-71642-2
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REVIEW: THE BLACKHOPE ENIGMA by Teresa Flavin

This was another young adult (I’d place this in the 9-13 year old age range) title that made its way into my review pile.  Something about its description, and yes, its cover, kept tempting me.  
It centers around a group of young teens who are assigned to do a historical art project.  Two of the class pick the same Renaissance artist, il Corvo,  and are studying his work at Blackhope Tower when the adventure begins.  The heroine’s step-brother accidentally finds the secret to the labyrinth mosaic and ends up inside the painting.  Sunni goes in after him, along with her classmate, followed closely by an art historian.  The group encounters enchanted mazes, hidden layers, puzzles, maps and coded languages.  They must find a way out of the painting, and protect il Corvo’s secret.  
It’s fairly adventurous, with plenty of captures and escapes.  But there is no gore or intense violence so it is still age appropriate.  The characters learn and discuss a great deal about art and therefore impart a great deal on to the reader.  One will learn about underpainting, sketches, murals, chiaroscuro, and other techniques. 
On the other hand, some of the “intrigue” is a bit convoluted.  Crosses, double-crossed, disappearances, etc. almost need a scorecard to keep track of, and some don’t have a clear motive.  I wondered if it might be difficult for a young person to follow. 
It’s certainly a much better book for young people to read than most of the vampire tripe out there.  At least with this title they can see characters which determination, spunk and intelligence. 

 Many thanks to the folks at Candlewick Press for the review copy.
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ISBN-10 / ISBN-13: 0763656941 / 9780763656942
on sale date: 08/2011
type/format: Hard Cover
# of pages/size: 304 / 5 1/8″ x 7 5/8″

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REVIEW: HOW TO LIVE, OR, THE LIFE OF MONTAIGNE by Sarah Bakewell

I must say, I prefer biographies of this sort.  It’s far too arrogant for a biographer to think they can just begin at the beginning and go from there.  Bakewell instead takes a more meaningful approach to a thinker, philosopher, and writer four-hundred years and a language removed.  She drops in, like a neighbor stops in for a chat.  Each chapter approaches the question (his won quest), “How to Live?”  with an answer buried in Montaigne’s own writing.  Bakewell then expands up this idea by highlighting a trait or era in Montaigne’s life.  
Michel Eyquem de Montaigne was born in 1533.  In 1570, he “dies” when thrown from a horse — or so was thought.  He pulls through and the experience changes him forever.  He begins to look at life from outside of himself, and thus understand himself better.  His stream of consciousness essays are the earliest of their kind.  In French, the word essayer means “to try.”  In each of his essays, Montaigne tried out different ideas, trains of thought.  
Montaigne’s Chateau
Of course, it may not seem that difficult to be introspective with a house like that and an entire tower as a library.  But Montaigne was also a public servant and a working landowner.  It seems, based on his papers, he took his position in society very seriously and subscribed to noblese oblige.
This book is an excellent introduction to Montaigne, especially since his writings can be a bit overwhelming at first.  It should also be a boon for Monataigne enthusiasts.  Bakewell sheds light on this influential thinker, places him among the ranks of Aristotle, and Descartes, while at the same time humanizing him.  With this book, she proves that philosophy doesn’t have to be boring, dusty or out of reach. 
Many thanks to the folks at Other Press for the review copy.
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Released October 19, 2010 | Hardcover | 400 pages | ISBN: 978-1-59051-425-2
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REVIEW: THE DOLL by Daphne du Maurier

The Lost Short Stories

These tales written very early in her career (1926-1932), long before Rebecca.  Some were published much later, some not at all.  It’s fascinating to see the writer she would become taking shape in these early stories.  Sometimes they style is slightly more simplistic as though they were first drafts or rough sketches.  What always comes through, however, is her exploration of the human psyche — both of her characters and the reader.  She reveals only just so much, leaving the reader to fill in the blanks.  But rest assured, we land just where du Maurier leads us.  Somehow we now the darkened path, the frightening staircase will lead us down but we can’t stop reading.
du Maurier on the stairs of her beloved home, Menabilly
Another theme that du Maurier employs in her stories that transfers to the reader is a sense of emptiness. The Doll tracks the slow descent to madness through “found” pages of a diary.  A man chases an elusive woman, named Rebecca (naturally).  She is described as cold, heartless vacant.  To the narrator she is a doll.  Perfection is in construction but absent of feeling or soul.  But Rebecca’s fickle nature drives the narrator mad.  And Now To God The Father displays her distinct distrust of organized religion.  Frustration reads like a novice’s attempt at an O. Henry ironic fable.  Tame Cat is entirely unsettling just like we expect du Maurier should be.  By writing from the point-of-view of an incredibly naive narrator, the reader is able to withhold judgement until the awful truth cannot be denied.  Nothing Hurts For Long are the interior thoughts of a two-faced, fair weather “friend.”  Weekend is bitingly realistic and darkly funny.  Within a few short pages, she has traced the evolution of a relationship, albeit cynically.
All of the stories poke at our idea of normal, challenging what is comfortable.  This is unsurprising, knowing the little we do about her unconventional upbringing.  Her grandfather was George du Maurier, author of the wildly popular Trilby.  Daphne was also cousin to the Llewelyn Davies boys, who ultimately inspired J. M. Barrie to write Peter Pan.  Psychologically unnerving and yet somehow of a parallel universe, The Doll will resonate with fans of Jamaica Inn, Don’t Look Now (aka Not After Midnight), Rebecca, and The Scapegoat.  
Also read a great article in The Telegraph.
Many thanks to the folks at William Morrow / HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062080349
Imprint: William Morrow Paperbacks
On Sale: 11/22/2011
Format: Trade PB
Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8
Pages: 224; $14.99
Ages: 18 and Up
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REVIEW: THE STARLITE DRIVE-IN by Marjorie Reynolds

Set in 1950s rural Indiana, this debut novel is told from the first-person by Callie Anne, primarily in flash back.  Now an adult, she is drawn back to the summer she turned 11.  Her memories are recalled in the mindset of a child who now has an adult perspective.  
Her father is the manager and projectionist at the drive-in theatre — king of his small, dusty domain.  Her mother is a agoraphobic, but determined homemaker.  Their predictable if dreary lives are turned upside down when Memphis is hired to help at the theatre.  Officially, he is there to do odd jobs like repair the concessions stand and repaint outbuildings.  Unofficially, he befriends Callie and her mother.  It quickly becomes clear to him that their living situation is an abusive and repressive one and he vows to help them escape.  
One thing Reynolds is very adept at conveying is a complicated relationship.  Callie Anne, still a young girl, looks up to her father, despite his temper.  The two spend hours in the projection booth, watching reels and reciting lines from their favorite movies.  Yet she finds his tyranny stifling.  Callie Anne is as much of a parent to her mother as her mother is to her.  She keeps a lid on things, for the most part, and does all the things in the outside world that her mother can’t.  Memphis complicates this balance, but there is no going back once he and her mother fall in love. And despite his horrid actions, the reader can’t help but feel sympathetic towards Callie Anne’s father.  He is losing his family.
At the outset, the story reminded me a bit of To Kill A Mockingbird.  A youthful narrator making observations on her own past from a more mature perspective.  A rural setting.  Complicated families.   But about halfway in, it devolved into a soap opera.  Situations become repetitive, until all that’s left is “will they or won’t they?”.  Those who like coming-of-age stories with a gossipy edge should read The Starlite Drive-In.

Many thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062092649; ISBN10: 0062092642; Imprint: William Morrow Paperbacks ; On Sale: 11/22/2011; Format: Trade PB; Trimsize: 5 5/16 x 8; Pages: 336; $14.99; Ages: 18 and Up; BISAC1:FIC000000; BISAC2:FIC022000
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REVIEW: THE APOTHECARY by Maile Meloy

With illustrations by Ian Schoenherr

Normally I don’t read young adult books for review.  I think this is due mostly to the fact that I never really read them when I was a young adult.  I sort of skipped that and went straight on to adult titles (The most notable exception being the wonderful stories of John Bellairs). That, and I suppose I am so buried under books written for adults that to expand genres would only complicate matters.  But something about the descriptions drew me to The Apothecary and I wasn’t disappointed.  
The young heroine is a smart and insightful, but terribly self-conscious fourteen year-old girl.  Already struggling (like anyone) to make the awkward transition from kid to teenager in a sunshiny, idyllic Los Angeles of the early 1950s, she is forced to uproot and move to London.  Her parents, successful television writers in Hollywood, are under surveillance by HUAC.  Rather than  fight a losing battle against unfounded suspicion, they decide to take jobs writing for the BBC.  
Just one of the gorgeous illustrations by Ian Schoenherr
Dropped in the midst of postwar London, without a friend or a clue, Janie Scott becomes immersed in a strange and magical world.  She befriends the son of the local apothecary (the pharmacist, in American) and discovers that the shop dispenses more than the usual remedies.  They are charged with keeping safe an ancient book with recipes and must keep it from falling into the wrong hands. 
Janie’s adventure is great fun.  And like any true young adult book ought, not everything turns out perfectly.  Having just been to London myself this past summer, I especially enjoyed seeing the city through the eyes of another who also felt wonder and overwhelmed at every turn.  
I was incredibly thrilled that the Chelsea Physic Garden figures into the story.  It might have been my favorite stop in London; I didn’t want to leave.  It’s truly an oasis in the middle of the city, and  is a very impressive garden in its own right.  
One of my MANY photos from the Chelsea Physic Garden
All to often books talk down to young readers.  Not so here.  The book is well written and moves right along.  It’s adventurous and imaginative.  Despite its young tone, I was never bored.  I can highly recommend it for young ladies with a particularly precocious spirit.  
A great many thanks to Penguin for the review copy.  
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ISBN 9780399256271 | 368 pages | 04 Oct 2011
Putnam Juvenile | 9.25 x 6.25in | 10 – AND UP years
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READING CHALLENGES for 2012

Last year, the only challenge I entered myself in was a goal of 50 books, tracked by Goodreads. I hit my goal, but this year I wanted to mix things up a little and give some props to other book bloggers.  I found a great list of options at Novel Challenges. It’s searchable by keyword and by year. 


Clocks, Cogs and Mechanisms Reading Challenge 2012

Focusing on Steampunk titles, including classics like HG Wells as well as newer graphic novels.  Levels are cleverly named Brass Gears, Flight goggles, Button-up boots and Clockwork Corset.






Merely Mystery Reading Challenge 2012
This challenge breaks down mysteries into sub-genres and the readers are encouraged to choose titles from the various types.  Choose from The Whodunit, Locked Room Mystery, Cozy, Hard-Boiled/Noir, The Inverted Detective Story, The Historical Whodunnit, The Police Procedural, The Professional Thriller, The Spy Novel, Caper Stories, The Psychological Suspense, Spoofs and Parodies.  And this one has a prize!

Victorian Challenge 2012
So this might not be much of a challenge since I read a great deal of Victorian literature already, but it will help me focus on some authors and works I have yet to delve into.  This one works more like a book club, setting authors in advance. January: The Bronte Sisters, February: Charles Dickens, March: Robert Louis Stevenson, April: Emily Dickinson, May: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, June: George Eliot, July: Oscar Wilde, August: Anthony Trollope, September: Elizabeth Gaskell, October: Mark Twain, November: Lewis Carroll, December: Louisa May Alcott.

Tea & Books Reading Challenge
From the site: This challenge was inspired by C.S. Lewis’ famous words, “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”  You better settle in with a large cup of tea, because in this challenge you will only get to read books with more than 700 pages.
I’ve only committed to two, making me a “Chamomile Lover.”

What will you read this year?

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REVIEWS: BOOKS THAT DIDN’T QUITE FLOAT MY BOAT

I try to give every book the same consideration, particularly when it’s in the review pile.  As a (wannabe) writer myself, I can understand the toil that an author went through.  I respect that.  But there are still some books, that no matter how much I should have liked, and thought I would enjoy, I just can’t get excited about it.  It stinks.  It’s a disappointment to me as an expectant reader, and I’m sure as an author and publisher.
But with a New Year quickly approaching, I feel it is as good a time as any to slough off some of the titles that have straggled on my nightstand…
ASK ALICE by DJ TAYLOR
I loved Taylor’s previous work, Bright Young People, about high society in 1920s in London.  That book was nonfiction.  Ask Alice once again draws on Taylor’s encyclopedic knowledge of the era but in novel form.  The heroine, naive but learning, goes from beguiled to ingenue to jaded.  
The opening pages of the book, told from Alice’s point-of-view, were completely riveting.  Once Taylor introduces a London character who has a pigpen in his back garden, the whole thing falls apart.  The narrative voice loses its way.  Even when we return to Alice on the London stage, Taylor cannot regain the balance or the verve of the early pages.
To his credit, Taylor is an excellent descriptive writer.  His sentences are well-formed and packed with elegance.  In this case, it is the over-arching story that is weak. 

Hardcover: 352 pages
Publisher: Pegasus Books
Language: EnglishISBN-10: 1605980862

BRIGHT AND DISTANT SHORES by DOMINIC SMITH

Here again is a book from one of my favorite authors.  The Mercury Visions of Louis Daguerre left me in tears and The Beautiful Miscellaneous was quite touching.  My penchant for his writing coupled with my downright obsession with the 1893 World’s Fair should have been a no-brainer.  
What was lacking here was Smith’s usually extraordinary narrating characters.  Rather than feeling their adventuresome spirit in the vivid colors of the South Pacific, it reads more like a monochrome manual for gathering archaeological samples.  I desperately wanted to like this book, but I just can’t recommend it.  

Paperback: 480 pages
Publisher: Washington Square Press
Language: EnglishISBN-10: 1439198861


INDIGO
IN SEARCH OF THE COLOR THAT SEDUCED THE WORLD 
by Catherine E. McKinley
Indigo is my favorite color; it always has been.  It was the color of my bridesmaids’ dresses and plenty of decor at my wedding.  I’m also always a fan of books that take a small idea or item and uncover vast histories about it.  I thought this is what I would find between the covers here — a surprising and insightful look at a stunningly beautiful color.
Indigo is less a history and more a personal diary.  The author embarks on a journey to Africa in order to discover more about indigo, but she is sparing in her details about the history that brings her there.  Rather than intertwining the old and the new, the old becomes abandoned for her own adventures.  There were also glaring historical errors like her mention of “the invention of the cotton gin in 1974,” (page 4) that made it hard to enjoy.
Hardcover: 256 pp

Size: 5.5 x 8.25 in
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1608195058
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In all cases, I sincerely wish to thank the publicists for providing the review copies.  I hope they will not find me unfair in my assessments.
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GIVEAWAY: A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES

Christmas hustle and bustle got you harried?  Want to win something? For yourself?  You don’t have to tell… just leave a comment below and  you’ll be entered to win a copy of A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES, out in paperback this December 27.  Easier than reciting a magic spell!

Here’s a bit about the book:

- Set in real, storied and historic places on the campus of Oxford University, England.
- It debuted at # 2 on the New York Times bestseller list and was published in 34 countries.
- Warner Brothers has acquired screen rights to A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES and its sequels.
- A second installment in the All Souls Trilogy, Shadow of Night, is due out in summer 2012.
- Read about the author and her works here: http://deborahharkness.com/discovery-of-witches/

THIS GIVEAWAY IS OVER.  CONGRATULATIONS TO JENNIFER.

Here’s a bit about the giveaway:
- To enter, leave a comment on this post with A) Your First Name & B) Your Email in the following format  [email (at) domain (dot) com.
- Winner will be chosen via random.org.  Entries must be posted on December 30, no later than 5:00pm EST.
- Prize is one paperback copy of A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES by Deborah Harkness.
- Prize will be mailed directly to the winner from the publisher.

Good luck!!

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REVIEW: THE TINY BOOK OF TINY STORIES

Volume 1
by hitRECord & Joseph Gordon-Levitt
This book is pure joy.  Short, succinct thoughts and ideas with curious and thoughtful illustrations are compiled in this small tome.  But don’t let the size deceive you; as William Blake wrote, “One thought fills immensity.”

Some stories garner a chuckle.  Some make you feel like you’ve been stabbed in the heart.  Others simply remind you to stop and smell the roses.  None are overly sentimental; rather these make up a sort of Poor Richard’s Almanack for modern life.  

It’s a collective of collaborations from hitrecord.org – one you will find yourself visiting over and over. Self-described as: “HITRECORD is an open collaborative production company, and this website iswhere we make things together. Writers, musicians, filmmakers, video editors, animators, illustrators, photographers, photo-shoppers… Wanna work with us? I direct our community in a variety of collaborations. When one of our productions makes money, we split the profits 50/50 between the company and the contributing artists.”

But don’t just take my (or even their) word for it.  Let these “excerpts” speak for themselves. 

I truly can’t wait for volume 2.  And am already skulking around their site, hoping for more modern wisdom with a wry smile.
Many thanks to Joel at !t Books (HarperCollins) for the review copy.
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ISBN: 9780062121660
ISBN10: 0062121669
Imprint: It Books
On Sale: 12/6/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 4 x 6
Pages: 88; $14.99
Ages: 18 and Up
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REVIEW: THE VICES by Lawrence Douglas

Ah, the holiday season… Time to gather with family and surround oneself with warm, comforting memories. 
Or, more realistically, subdue rising anxieties about the perfect meal, dodging insults about your housekeeping abilities, the way you are bringing up the kids, avoiding this year’s taboo topic, and desperately hoping your gift will meet with a less-whithering gaze this year.  It’s when we set aside our normal, (mostly) functioning lives to invite dysfunction in for a couple of days. Now, it’s not all that bad, really, but everyone has had some sort of awkward dinner to attend, perhaps at the new girlfriend’s parents’ house.  From the outside observer, it makes for some hilarious schadenfreude.  
For this narrator, he remembers his friend and colleague Oliver Vice as an aloof, strangely wealthy philosopher type.  After Oliver’s disappearance over the rails of the Queen Mary 2, the reminiscences attempt to piece together an enigmatic character.  Oliver is at one fearless and shy, dapper and stunted.  
The Vices reads like a prose version of an Edward Albee play.  In fact, more than one scene could be out of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?  However, I must disagree with some of the “advance praise” quotes.  While I found the book very engaging and was anxious to keep reading it, I did not find it terribly funny.  It’s not “widely comic” nor does it imbue a “bright sense of humor.”  I say this not as a slight on the book; it’s very well-written.  I just wish to dispel any expectation of chuckles along the way for any future reader.  I think I would have enjoyed it all the more had I not been expecting it to get funny.  
Any humor that is to be gleaned from its pages comes from the most uncomfortable awkwardness of the characters.  The Vice Family Christmas Dinner is not something I would want to attend.  It was so vividly drawn I found myself wincing for their transgressions.  
Additionally, the Vices’ backstory, which is woven into the narrator’s search for the family’s true identity, is quite interesting.  So much identity was lost — deliberately and accidentally — during great migrations of people in the 20th century.  Unfortunately, this trail is not fully-formed by the author and the final pages of the book peter out.  
Imperfect though I found it, it makes for an enjoyable read.  Book clubs should consider it as a choice for their readers.  There is plenty to be pondered and discussed.  
Many, many thanks to OTHER PRESS for the review copy.  
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Format: Trade Paperback, 352 pages
On Sale: August 16, 2011
ISBN: 978-1-59051-415-3 (1-59051-415-7)

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REVIEW: GOOD NEIGHBORS by Ryan David Jahn

It’s called the “bystander effect” and its real.  It’s been proven time and again by psychologists.  And it has been under discussion again with the Penn State scandal.  (Read about it here from NPR) Most people think they would intervene if they saw a crime happening in front of them.  They would either step in, or at least call the police or an ambulance.  The truth is, as humans, it’s not that cut and dry.  The more witnesses there are, the less likely it is that someone will come forward.  Why?  Everyone assumes that someone else will pick up the phone.  The mind makes excuses.  
In 1964, this bystander effect cost a young woman her life.
Based on the true events surrounding the attack of Kitty Genovese, Ryan David Jahn explores the by stander effect, creating scenarios for each of the neighbors who did nothing.  Each chapter changes point-of-view, showing what each character was doing, instead of helping Kitty.  Failing marriages, draft papers, corrupt cops and an ailing mother all lurk behind the windows, safely inside.  
Kitty Genovese
Jahn creates a set of very believable characters and the book begins quite strongly.  But as the story progresses, it devolves into repetitive, spiraling narratives about selfish and shallow people. The only threads that kept me slogging through the mid-pages were that of Frank and Erin and Patrick and his mother.  It finds its footing once again as the threads come together once again in the final chapters.  Most effective is the first-person narrative of Kitty.  Her inner thoughts of terror and determination for survival is gripping, and is the strength of the book.  Even as it is a novel to be read for itself, hopefully, it will remind its readers of the importance of stepping in, speaking up and making a difference.
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Many thanks to Penguin for the review copy.
ISBN 9780143118961 | 288 pages | 31 May 2011 | Penguin | 5.15 x 7.87in | 18 – AND UP
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REVIEW: THE SCRAPBOOK OF FRANKIE PRATT by Caroline Preston

I adore this book.  It’s a completely individual way to tell a story.  It’s a novel masquerading as a scrapbook — or perhaps it’s the other way around.  Author Caroline Preston says of taking on this project, “I spent an unhealthy portion of my childhood rooting around in the boiling-or-freezing attic of my parent’s house in Lake Forest, Illinois.  My mother could be called a tidy pack rat —keeping many generations worth of diaries, letters, clippings, dresses and weird souvenirs in neatly labeled trunks and boxes.”  


She could be talking about me.  With family in rural Illinois and a grandmother who has been a wonderful archivist, I have spent untold hours staring at pictures of ancestor’s I never knew.  My cousin Rachael and I also frequent the many antique shops in small towns — not to mention the treasure troves we find in old barns and sheds.  I’ve got piles and stacks and boxes of my own now.  Postcards and driver’s licenses from people I don’t know.  


One of my prized finds.

Preston takes actual pieces of vintage ephemera and constructs a story about a young girl who’s growing up during the fabulous Roaring 20s.  Frankie Pratt lands a scholarship at Vassar, rubs elbows with wealthy socialites, gets a broken heart, dances the Charleston, and lives it up in Art Deco Manhattan and expatriate Paris.


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Preston’s narrator is sweet, naive but not useless.  She is reminiscent of Cassandra from Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle.  She chooses experience over caution, but she’s not spoiled or reckless.  Simply a smart girl who wants to get the most out of life.  And her scrapbook makes her even more endearing to the reader.  


Page 180

Preston’s collection is even more impressive when you learn that it’s all real. She created an actual scrapbook of actual items that she found.  Preston recalls, “In all I collected over 600 pieces of original 1920′s ephemera.  Some I found in my own stash of vintage paper, the rest I tracked down and bought from dozens of antique stores and hundreds of eBay sellers.”  And she did a beautiful job. 


The Scrapbook of Frankie Pratt reads, in parts, a bit like a young adult book but not enough to be only read as such.  It’s completely enjoyable for any age.  The items found on the pages enlighten the reader about a past era.  Frankie Pratt is a lively voice from the past.  




Many thanks to Heather at HarperCollins for the review copy.


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ISBN: 9780061966903
Imprint: Ecco 
10/25/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 240; $25.99

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REVIEW: FOREVER RUMPOLE by John Mortimer

It’s going to be impossible to review this book without comparing it to the works of PG Wodehouse.  The writings share a number of attributes — silly surnames, ridiculous situations, and even more unlikely solutions.  Barrister Horace Rumpole tells stories from the first person, much like Bertie and Mr. Mulliner, but his are from the Old Bailey and its environs.  And instead of focusing on the theft of cow creamers and fickle romances, Rumpole must use his wits to set free ne’er-do-wells who (probably) didn’t commit the crime they are on trial for.

Somewhat jaded, Rumpole has seen it all at this point.  He is little fazed by the cluelessness  of dregs of society or the incredible antics of the Ministers of Parliament.  His nonchalant narrative makes the stories all the more entertaining for a lay audience.  One needn’t be a student of the law to get caught up in the tales of the court anymore than you need to have a country house to want to go Bunburying.  I will admit, however, that my maniacal watching of Law & Order: UK hasn’t hurt any with some of the vocabulary.

Unlike Bertie Wooster, Rumpole is actually trying to better his world, one client at a time.  He doesn’t think of himself first, or rely on a Jeeves to get him out of a scrape.  Rumpole takes on injustice when everything stacked against him.  He thrives on it.  He’s a bit like Wile E. Coyote, except his traps actually work.  While other barristers and solicitors are content with a deposition, Rumpole finds the one tiny detail that unravels an entire case.

Reading Rumpole is a sheer delight.  The stories are lithe and funny.  Mortimer has drawn imperfect, realistic characters for us to watch from the gallery.  Or better yet, beside him at a pub, sharing a pint and stories of “that time when…”.

A great many thanks to Meghan at Viking for the review copy.
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ISBN 9780670023066 | 528 pages | 10 Nov 2011 | Viking Adult | 5.98 x 9.01in | 18 – AND UP 

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REVIEW: THE UNINNOCENT by Bradford Morrow

I became a fan of Bradford Morrow somewhat late in the game. He’s been writing, teaching and winning awards for sometime now.  Yet I only I read, loved and reviewed The Diviner’s Tale last year, but I could barely wait to read more by him.  I was thrilled when I was sent an advance copy of his book of short stories, The Uninnocent.  
Working in a different format than his last novel, Morrow is freed from structure.  It’s actually quite surprising how his voice changes from tale to tale.  While not really modern Gothic or supernatural, like The Diviner’s Tale, these stories are incredibly dark.  Most are told in the first person, making the psychological insight all the more disturbing.  These are creatures who suffer from an extreme form of desperation, yet remind us how fine that line is for all of us.
From O. Henry’s Full House (1952)


Lush is like a modern version of an O. Henry story. It recalls The Gift of the Magi and The Last Leaf, though in a completely different and dysfunctional way.  My favorite might be the eponymous tale in which a child recalls seeing the ghost of his brother.  The narrator speaks with simplicity.  He captures how a child speaks before he thinks, not restrained by the embarrassments that we acquire as we age.  And it is this naivete that makes his story even more unsettling.  Ellie’s Idea is strangely amusing, but not all of the stories leave one satisfied.  This collection is not for the squeamish, and should probably be read in the daylight hours and in small doses.  But I mean that as a compliment.  Morrow draws you into the characters’ minds, gets you dizzy, then leaves you to find your own way home.  It’s well done and enjoyable; just be sure to drop some breadcrumbs along the way.
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Many thanks to Claiborne at Pegasus Books for the advance copy.

ISBN 978-1-60598-265-6
Size 6 x 9
272 pages
Fiction
December 5, 2011

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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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REVIEW: AMERICA WALKS INTO A BAR by Christine Sismondo

A Spirited History of Taverns and Saloons, Speakeasies and Grog Shops

As someone who grew up on episodes of Cheers and lived in a colonial-era tavern and inn, I suppose I might have been somewhat predisposed to be enamored by the subject.  But if you stop to consider, I think most people are.  The gathering of community is something we all need and create.  
This is a fascinating social history of our relatively young country.  And with all we have been though as a nation, one thing that has been a constant is the bar — even when they were banned.  Not just as a place to imbibe, but a place to gather.  Revolutions and crimes alike have been planned in them.  The Salem Witch Trials just may have been started because of one. 
The Green Dragon Tavern, the cradle of the Boston Tea Party
Sismondo brings into focus the history of America’s founding, growing pains and social reforms through the lens of the community tavern.  She reminds us that a pioneer town was likely to have tavern before it had a church or courthouse.  The bar was pressed into many civic uses, but it was also the hub of the people.  It was a place to get warm, to see friends, to hear the news and to grumble about life.  
The book traces, in relatively chronological order, the evolution of the bar as meeting place from the Puritans to Colonialists, early temperance movements in the literary sphere,  political machines, speakeasies, the repeal of Prohibition, dessert cocktails and more.  
It’s quite stunning, actually, to look at ourselves as a nation, in the mirror of a backbar.
 

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Many thanks to the folks at Oxford University Press for the review copy.

America Walks into a Bar
A Spirited History of Taverns and Saloons, Speakeasies and Grog Shops
Christine Sismondo
ISBN13: 9780199734955
ISBN10: 019973495X
Hardback, 336 pages

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REVIEW AND GIVEAWAY: AGATHA CHRISTIE

An Autobiography

As much as I love biographies, I’m often hesitant about autobiographies.  Everyone has an interesting story — that doesn’t meant they know how to tell it.  There is no doubt Dame Agatha Christie knew how to tell a story.  Hundreds of them.  But her best may be her own.
She begins at the beginning (sort of) and tells a roughly chronological series of events.  In fact, her fanciful meanderings are part of what makes the book so endearing.  Her descriptions of late Victorian / early Edwardian society are not only priceless anthropologically, but an absolute joy to read.  The tone is light and joyful, as a small child might tell her grandmother about the fairies at the bottom of the garden.  Indeed, her young life was rather ethereal.  One of those English upbringings that one wonders if it actually ever existed.  Imagination was encouraged to run rampant and adventure was to be met head-on. 
Her observations on life itself, too, are absolute gems.  One could extract an entire philosophy from her thoughts.   While recalling her studies in Paris, she muses, “It seems to me that teaching can only be satisfactory if it awakens some response in you.  Mere information is no good, it gives you nothing more than you had before.”  Or her recollections of Christmas as a child.  ”After the pleasurable inertia of Christmas afternoon – pleasurable, that is, for the elders: the younger ones read books, looked at their presents, ate more chocolates and so on — there was a terrific tea with a great idea Christmas cake as well as everything else, and finally a supper of cold turkey and hot mince pies.  About nine o’clock there was the Christmas tree, with more presents hanging on it.  A splendid day, and one to be remembered till next year, when Christmas came again.”  These and other memories of dances, parties, traveling to Egypt with her husband archaeologist and trips with grandchildren are an entirely enjoyable read.  In fact, one doesn’t need to be a fan of Agatha Christie or even mysteries to enjoy it.  
My review copy does not include the audio disc of Agatha’s actual voice dictating her memoir.  I can only imagine it, too, is nostalgic and lovely.
In honor of this reissue from HarperCollins, we have teamed up to host a giveaway in honor of Dame Christie.  
I’ve got a great little prize pack:  A copy of Cards on the Table, a delightful little Hercule Poirot murder mystery surrounding a game of bridge in a strange scenario; a pack of Agatha Christie bookmarks; and a black and red Agatha Christie totebag.  (This image is not to scale — obviously.)
So, do you want to win?  Leave a comment below with your NAME, EMAIL (at) DOT COM, and why you think you would be a good detective.  This giveaway is open to anyone with a US mailing address.  Have your comment posted before Friday, November 18, 2011 at 10:00 p.m. EST to be entered.  Winning entry will be chosen by Random.org.  
A huge thanks to Danielle at HarperCollins for the great gifts and the review copy of An Autobiography
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ISBN: 9780062073594
ISBN10: 0062073591
Imprint: Harper 
On Sale: 11/22/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 544; $29.99; Ages: 18 and Up
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MORE GREAT READS FOR HALLOWEEN

Can’t get enough of ghoulish stories?  Neither can I!  Which means I have even more creepy titles to suggest for Halloween — and any chilly, fall night best spent by the fire.

How about something easy to get into and tough to put down?  Try MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN by Ransom Riggs.  It’s a very fun read and interspersed with strange photographs.

Can’t get enough of salacious mysteries?  Try THE CRADLE IN THE GRAVE by Sophie Hannah.  Frighteningly realistic police procedural.

Read my entire review here. 

A strange disappearance and a race to find the truth are the object of the entirely-true, bone-chilling tale of THE LOST CYCLIST by David Herlihy.

Or try something in the realm of the impossible made entirely plausible in a collection of short stories by Ben Loory.  STORIES FOR THE NIGHTTIME AND SOME FOR THE DAY is unlike anything else.

Science, too, can be terrifying, when we take a look at how far we’ve come.  Check out MEDICAL MUSES: HYSTERIA IN 19TH CENTURY PARIS by Asti Hustvedt and learn about some of the first studied ideas about sanity. 

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REVIEW: MURDER IN A FIRST-CLASS CARRIAGE by Kate Colquhoun

The First Victorian Railway Killing

I’m a sucker for these sorts of books.  In fact, when I received the review copy, my husband joked, “Well, someone said, ‘Let’s write a book for you!’”  It has so many themes I love: mystery, the Victorian era, trains, and a murder trial.  AND it’s British.  
Drawn from the annals of the Old Bailey and newspaper accounts, it traces the murder of one Mr. Thomas Briggs, an older but successful business man who was traveling home via the rail. Among many of the mysterious circumstances are the seeming lack of motive, the sort timespan in which the crime could have been committed and the loss of a hat (In fact, in Britain, this book was titled Mr. Briggs’ Hat).  Even more intriguing is the setting.  The British Victorians had a love/hate relationship with crime even then.  As a society, they were obsessed to the last, bloody detail of the darkest side of human nature — while at the same time obsessed with repressing and destroyed every shred of it within. 
Favored suspect Franz Muller
The book is very well researched and chock full of quotes from eyewitnesses and reports.  Yet all of this studiousness makes it feel at times a bit more academic than a mystery to be solved.  Between an inquest, an extradition and two trials, some of the information begins to feel redundant, if complete.  The author also chooses to italicize the quotes she uses, rather than surround them with quotation marks.  Rather than getting used to it, I found it increasingly distracting.  Still I read happily to the end, devouring the gripping tale of the crime and investigation itself. 
Murder in a First-Class Carriage explores a completely fascinating chapter of Victorian crime that has been lost to time somehow.  I am admittedly obsessed with this idea and often read from The Old Bailey Online for a voyeuristic peek into the past.  This book brings one of those many, dusty stories back to life.

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Many thanks to Kate at Overlook Press for the review copy.

Murder in the First-Class Carriage
By Kate Colquhoun 
352 pages
ISBN 13: 978-1-59020-675-1
Trim Size: 6 x 9
Release Date: October 27, 2011

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BOOK PHOTO: MURDER ON THE FIRST-CLASS CARRIAGE

Normally I take a photo of the book itself with some sort of set or prop relating to the story.  This one is a bit different — and quite special.
While traveling in England, my husband and I made sure to stop at 221b Baker St in London.  There is a fabulous Sherlock museum that is quite hands on and is full of fun details.  I took dozens of pictures there but it wasn’t until I was looking at them at home that I noticed something peculiar. Framed and hung on Sherlock’s bedroom wall are photographs of various criminals (I think).  Among them is picture of Frank Muller, associated with the crime highlighted in this book.  He hangs almost exactly center of this photo.

Can you identify any of the other ne-er-do-wells pictured?

My review of Murder in the First-Class Carriage: The First Victorian Railway Killing goes live 10/21/11.  The book will be available in the US on 10/27/11 from Overlook Press.
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GREAT READS FOR HALLOWEEN

October is my favorite month.  It always has been, even when I lived in different parts of the country.  Of course, it’s no coincidence that October means Halloween for me.  Scary stories, chocolate, costumes – what’s not to love!  So, as the days grow shorter and cooler, here are some suggestions for the change in weather.  I’ll read a creepy story any time of the year, but these titles make you want to curl up with a strange, mysterious or frightening book.

Steampunk!  An Anthology of Fantastically Rich and Strange Stories
Edited by Kelly Link & Gavin Grant

This book from Candlewick Press is a collection of short stories with Steampunk-ish themes.  Each tale is by a different author who approach the genre a bit differently.  This makes the book a great way to discover new authors and ideas.  The only downside, really, is that if you really love a story or writer, it can be a bit of a tease.  It’s kind of amazing to see how many imaginary worlds, just in touch with reality, are inspired by these writers.   Far less important but just as enjoyable are the small illustrations that adorn the pages and change with each story.
One of my favorite tales in the collection is The Ghost of Cwmlech Manor by Delia Sherman.  It marries beautifully the advanced mechanisms of the genre with a romantic ghost story.  I was also drawn to The Summer People which is set a surreal-yet-somehow-believable world of an Appalachia with small clockwork fairy-like creatures.  
Read samples and learn more: http://strangeandfascinating.com/
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Believing is Seeing: Observations on the Mysteries of Photography
By Errol Morris

For the more academically-minded but still interested in a something illuminating, check out this handsome compilation of essays by Errol Morris.  While most items have been published elsewhere as serial entries, this brings them all together on large, well-designed pages with great reproductions of the photographs that are examined.
These series of articles investigate the veracity not only of photographs but also our perceptions of them.  Since the birth of the medium, there has been an association of truth with photograph.  Morris expounds on how the camera can lie through technical means like perspective and parallax as well as a choices made by the photographer.  
The best of the series is one called “Whose Father Was He?” in which he retraced an investigation around a photograph of three children found on the body of a Civil War solider.  

Reproduction of the photo
This photograph was reprinted in dozens of newspapers at the time, trying to identify the children.  Morris tracks the story with the determination of a bloodhound, all the while ruminating on why this particular story of tragedy to captured a nation.  
Other essays, while in depth, delve into the abstruse and seem distracted.  Indeed, every once in awhile Morris seems to be tooting his own horn rather than letting the photography and ideas lead him.
Read up on Morris and his other projects here:  http://errolmorris.com/
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Many thanks to the folks at Candlewick Press and The Penguin Press for the review copies.
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ALSO, watch for my upcoming review of MURDER ON THE FIRST-CLASS CARRIAGE: THE FIRST VICTORIAN RAILWAY KILLING by Kate Colquhoun.  It goes live 10/21.

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REVIEW: RULES OF CIVILITY by Amor Towles

I loved this book.  I loved reading it, the story, the cover art, the photo insets, almost everything about it.  It’s probably blasphemous for me to say, but I enjoyed it more than The Great Gatsby.
Set in a post-Depression Manhattan, it follows the trials and triumphs of a small group of friends (and sometimes lovers) in a glittering, Art-Deco New York City. Katey Kontent (yes, the name is a bit self-conscious, but so is Katey) is the narrator of the tale and is far from content.  She works as a secretary in a very respectable firm and finds fun where she can with her friend Eve Ross.   Both of their fates take a turn on New Year’s Eve in a dark jazz club — the night when Tinker Grey comes into their lives.
The overall theme is that life is an adventure unwritten, and not every turning reveals good fortune.  When a shattering accident affects all in their small but close-knit group, it sends each shard of their relationship in multiple directions.  

Publicity postcard for Rules of Civility
Rules of Civility refers to George Washington’s book of the same name in which he laid out guidelines for keeping polite company.  Tinker sometimes references it, though often ironically.  This book instead creates its own witticisms and aphorisms.  There are too many to recount, but a favorite, early on, is “Learning dance steps was the sorry Saturday night pursuit of every boardinghouse girl in America.”  And I couldn’t agree more with this sentiment: “No matter how much you think of yourself, no matter how long you’ve lived in Hollywood or Hyde Park, a brown Bentley is going to catch your eye.  There couldn’t be more than a few hundred of them in the world and every aspect is designed with envy in mind.”
Fashion photo by Hoyningen-Heune, 1938
Towles sets out a very metered pace and in a structured narrative.  It spans exactly one year, told in flashback.  Interestingly, Towles manages to withhold “how it all ends” despite the fact that he begins at the end.  Effectively, it shows the reader how “naive” we are, just as Katey is.  Also quite effective are the photographs by Walker Evans that mark sections of the book.  This series of subway candids reminds us easily read body language and facial expression is, particularly when our guard is down.  Washington’s Rules of Civility do not apply here.
As a setting – time and place – it is incredibly well-researched, but comfortably so.  It doesn’t feel forced or sound like it is name-dropping for effect.  There is only one portion of one chapter that falls flat.  The rest is as effervescent as a newly popped bottle of champagne.
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Many thanks to the folks at Viking/Penguin for the review copy.
Book: Hardcover 
5.98 x 9.01in 
352 pages 
ISBN 9780670022694 
26 Jul 2011
Viking Adult
18 – AND UP
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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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GIVEAWAY: THE MEMOIRS OF SHERLOCK HOLMES by Sir A.C. Doyle

I don’t suppose it’s entirely fair for me to be reviewing a classic.  It’s fairly certain that the tales of Sherlock and Watson are good.  As one who grew up on them and the Granada series (Jeremy Brett IS Sherlock), it’s hard to imagine my literary memory without them.   Rereading them was a joy.  I’d forgotten how lithe and modern the writing was.  Doyle also creates such vivid characters.  Each of their voices is different.  It’s no wonder than 120 years later, people are writing new stories, blockbuster films are being made and critically-accliamed television shows keep people riveted to their sets.  Not to mention, scores of people making the pilgrimage to 221B Baker Street itself (yes, I admit, I went.  And it was wonderful).  
At Sherlock’s house.
Penguin Classics has reprinted this collection of stories, which includes: “Silver Blaze”, ” The Yellow Face”, “The Stockbroker’s Clerk”, “The Gloria Scott”, “The Musgrave Ritual”, “The Reigate Squires”, “The Crooked Man”, “The Resident Patient”, “The Greek Interpreter”, “The Naval Treaty”, and “The Final Problem.”  You can see Doyle’s growing impatience with Sherlock as he reaches fatal finale at Reichenbach Falls. Not to worry, though.  It seems Sherlock isn’t going anywhere for some time.  I’m pretty protective of Sherlock, but it seems in general his inspiration has brought about some fabulous story-telling.  

To win a copy of this book is elementary.  Please leave a comment below.  Include your first name, your email (at) com address, and phrase about why you love Sherlock.  US only, please.  Winner will be chosen at random on Sept 27 2011, at 11:59PM EST.  
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REVIEW: MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN by Ransom Riggs

Anyone who knows me could have guessed I’d like this book just based on the cover.  Slightly creepy, old black and white photograph and a Victorian-style title. I came across this book while in a book store at the Newark airport, of all places.  My husband and I were headed to Scotland for our honeymoon but we had a six-hour layover, which left plenty of time to pour over the titles this shop had — thankfully more than the usual top ten thrillers and romance novels.  
At the outset, the author makes it clear this is no typical scary story.  Our main character relates his confusion and desperate feelings when pieces of the strange tales his grandfather told him begin to come true.  A true teenager and constantly at odds with his parents, he struggles to discover what these clues mean. At times, the book reminded me of “Bedknobs and Broomsticks”, “The Orphanage” and “Harry Potter”.  But it is none of those things entirely.
To the book’s credit, I had read nearly half of it before I realized it was probably meant to be in the young adult genre.  The plot, story and characters are strong.  The hints only become obvious as more characters his age come into the story and his interaction with them come front and center.  Riggs does not “talk down” to his reader, which is refreshing in any genre.  The main character, though confused, is not rash or inherently irresponsible.  He is not perfect, but neither should he be ignored — an excellent role model for a younger reader. 
Perhaps the strongest characteristic is the inserting of bizarre photographs.  These are real photos that Riggs has found along the way — in yard sales or in friend’s collections.  He builds his “peculiar children” around them and their images make them far less fantastical.  Creepy, perhaps.  But more real. 
I must admit to having a soft spot for this detail.  I too collect cast-off and sometimes strange photographs.  I wonder about the people in them, and the ones that took them.  My book photo includes one such photo:
I even own an original photo by Yefim Tovbis, one of the people Riggs borrowed a surreal photo from. It’s been a dozen years or so since I bought it but it’s always had a place of honor on the wall.  It shows, as do the photos in this book, how striking images can alter our perception of reality and burn place on our memory.  
I highly recommend reading MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN.  It was great fun as an adult and can only imagine it must be so for a mid-late teenager as well.  I would not suggest it for someone younger than 10 or so since it can be a bit scary.  Although I was watching Hitchcock when I was 4, so judge for your own child.  
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I did not receive a review copy of this book.

View the author’s site here: http://www.ransomriggs.com/

ISBN:9781594744761
Book Dimensions:5 3/16 x 8 3/16
Page Count: 352
Release Date: June 7, 2011
Book Price:$17.99

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BOOK PHOTO: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

This book draws some of its characters from strange portraits.  Reproductions of the photos are sprinkled throughout the book.  I too have a small collection of odd pictures, found at fairs, yard sales and museums.  Here I’ve couple the book with one of my favorites of a school teacher, his wife, and a rabbit in a top hat.  

My review of the book will be posted soon.

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REVIEW: THE CRADLE IN THE GRAVE by Sophie Hannah

Hannah’s tireless cops are on the case again in her newest procedural novel.  Strangely enough, its publication rather coincides with the real life of Casey Anthony.  Never one to shy away from difficult subject matter, Hannah, through her characters, explores the emotional and societal impacts of such an unthinkable crime.

The main action surrounds the making of an investigative journalism documentary about mothers who had been convicted of killing their children – only to be acquitted with later evidence.  Its executive producer and mastermind quits his job at the BBC rather abruptly, leaving heroine Fliss Benson with the reins.  As she begins to sift through the files and interviews, she uncovers questionable statements, missing evidence and doubtful witnesses.  All the while, MPS is on the case, tracking down the murderer of one of these acquitted women.  The two narratives run like the two hypothetical trains at 60 and 70 mph, destined to collide in St. Louis.  Or in this case Notting Hill. 

The original BBC building, Regents Street, London.
Author Sophie Hannah’s strength, as always, lies in her dialogue.  It truly informs her entire story.  Her characters all have different voices and thought patterns.  Their vocabulary and speech patterns are unique.  I couldn’t tell you what Fliss Benson looks like, or even if Hannah gives a physical description, but I could tell you what she would say, think, or do in any situation.  Each of the police officers varies.  They range from lovesick to crass to solitary.  It is these characters that engross the reader.  The “whodunit” aspect becomes secondary.  It is hardly a surprise then that Hannah’s stories has been adapted into a mini-series called “Case Sensitive” on Britain’s ITV1.  I can only hope it will run in America as well.
This storyline is nowhere near as graphic as The Truth-Teller’s Lie, but the subject matter is quite unsettling.  Its immediacy is part of what makes it so gripping, but readers should be warned that it pulls no punches.  Readers should also know that Hannah does her utmost to explore every possible point-of-view.  She tries to shed light on the grey areas of guilt and innocence, public scrutiny and private grief.  Only the murderer is a villain  (and even that character is somewhat sympathetic).  Everyone else is portrayed as conflicted, confused and struggling — imperfect.  It reminds the reader that a trial can prove only a sliver of truth, while the rest is unseen.
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Many thanks to the folks at Penguin for the review copy.
ISBN 9781101543733 | 480 pages | 30 Aug 2011 | Penguin | 18 – AND UP 
Visit Sophie Hannah’s site.
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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 LANTERN by Deborah Lawrenson

This is yet another recent book that cements my assumption that Provence is enchanting.  Of course, in my fantasy, there is significantly less murder and suspicion than in this book (or Death at Chateau Bremont). Still, I too dream of a run down but livable field stone farmhouse, with an aging orchard and lavender fields, stretching out behind it.  My chief responsibilities would be writing, reading, wandering and gardening.  My ideas don’t vary much from the main narrator.  Eve escapes from a barely rewarding career to a storybook villa in the countryside of France.  But a cloud shadows her sunny outlook when her boyfriend begins acting suspiciously.
An abandoned home in Provence / http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2118536.html
The book switches between two narrators, whose stories slowly meet in the middle.  Firstly, the main, modern-day narrator deals with her growing doubts about her boyfriend’s honesty.  Her efforts to gain any insight from him only drive them apart, so she resorts to her own research — neighbors, newspapers, gossip — and learns that he was married before, to a woman named Rachel.  She struggles between calming her racing imagination and her fears that she might be the next woman in his life to disappear. 
The second narrator, as it quickly becomes clear, is a woman who lived in the same cluster of buildings about 60 or so years previously.  Her family ran the farm as best they were able, despite one daughter’s blindness, a son’s familial betrayal, and a father’s sudden death.  This narrative is rife with vivid descriptions of Provence’s scents and sights — particularly as the sisters embark on a lavender and perfume venture.  
The book is certainly engaging and will make you want to keep reading.  At times the switching between narratives is a bit distracting, especially when it is too frequent.  While it bears certain resemblances to the great Rebecca, I do wish the author had not so blatantly referred to it within the story.   She even calls herself out in the naming of Rachel – another of Du Maurier’s lesser-known characters.  It would have best been addressed (if at all) in an author’s note, explaining her fondness for the Du Maurier’s stories. 
All in all, it is a solid novel and an enjoyable read.  Those who enjoy a modern gothic tale will want to check this one out.
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Thank you to the kind folks at HarperCollins for the review copy. 
Author Deborah Lawrenson’s site
ISBN: 9780062049698
ISBN10: 0062049690
Imprint: Harper 
On Sale: 8/9/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 6 x 9
Pages: 400, $25.99, Ages: 18 and Up
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REVIEW: STORIES FOR THE NIGHTTIME AND SOME FOR THE DAY by Ben Loory

It’s a deceptive little book.  Not too thick; it’s compact and fits easily into your bag.  Just pull it out while you wait at the car wash or in the subway.  Something to pass the time.  
But that’s what it wants you to think.
Soon you will be swept away into dimensions where a TV set can write an opera, a man and a moose are good friends, and an octopus is named Harley.  Also, Harley likes to drink tea.  Yet it makes sense.  None of it is as fantastical as it sounds.  Author Ben Loory‘s tone and style are so matter-of-fact that the reader hardly blinks.  The stories are so darn sure of themselves that the reader doesn’t bother to question it.  
Author Loory, as enigmatic as his stories.
Loory has a few outings under his belt — he’s already appeared in The New Yorker, The Antioch Review,  Danse Macabre and dozens of others.  But something that sets these tales apart is a sense that they belong together.  Their style is simple and less wordy than previous stories.  Not that his writing is flowery by any means, but Stories… is different.  The characters don’t have names (well, except for the octopi, of course). They have little if any physical description.  They are only important as puppets or stick figures in a diorama. 
Author, screenwriter and host Rod Serling. 
They are generally unwitting pawns to a skewed universe. In fact, his stories are more like fables.  And many of them are very short – just a page or two.  But there is a mysterious world packed into those few words.  And like an episode of the classic Twilight Zone, a meaningful change of perspective that gives new context to the story just when it seems you have figured it out.  Yet there is no thin layer of American cheese that seems to appear in many of Serling’s episodes.  Loory’s tales are clear and simple.  And yet neither simple nor clear-cut.
Did I mention it is deceptive?
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Thank you to Lindsay and the folks at Penguin for the review copy.  This book is also a featured title in a series of original fiction called Penguin Makes Paperbacks.
ISBN 9780143119500 | 224 pages | 26 Jul 2011 | Penguin | 8.26 x 5.23in | 18 – AND UP 
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Thoughts on Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 (2011)

I am not a Potter nerd.  I’ve read the books, and I saw most of the movies.  They’re fine.  Fun for the most part.  But I’d never stand in line for one, or join a uberfan club in order to get my own Quidditch stick.  So I hope fans and non-fans alike will take this list in the manner in which I intend it — good fun and with a bit of humor.  Or humour, if you prefer.
Things I Noticed Upon Viewing the Final Installment of Harry Potter

- Harry, it’s time to get some laser eye surgery. (Or as my husband suggested, get someone to do a little occulum repairum or something).

Is that Hogwarts?  Nope, it’s Coventry Cathedral after the bombing.
- Yep, I got it.  Potter World = Blitz-era London and England. (see: rubble strew ruins; dour-looking nurses in makeshift field hospitals; Neville as the anti-Neville Chamberlain; sending the kids off to the country; Potter as Churchill post-Coventry; everything begins and ends in a rail station).  Please lift the obviousum spell. 

- Voldemort seriously needs some lotion.

- Potter and Voldemort are NOT Sherlock and Moriarty at Reichenbach Falls.  Stop it.

- Maybe someone should get the students to help hold off the evil army, rather than run up and down lots of stairs.
- Seriously guys.  Spit it out!  You don’t have time to be dramatic, speak in riddles or dance around the issue.
- The Room of Requirement would be a fantastic yard sale.
- A new hairstyle doesn’t make you look 19 years older.
- Snape, you’ve got helmet hair.  Someone had to tell you.
- Maggie Smith rules, no matter what.

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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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BOOK PHOTO: Stories for the Nighttime And Some For the Day

Here is a preview of my next book review.
The review will be posted on July 21. 
STORIES FOR THE NIGHTTIME AND SOME FOR THE DAY by Ben Loory

From The Tv: “One day the man wakes up and finds that he does not feel like going to work.  He is not sick, exactly; he just doesn’t feel like going to work.  He calls the office and makes an excuse, then he pours himself a bowl of cereal and sits down in front of the television.”
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REVIEW: DRACULA by Bram Stoker

Novelist Bram Stoker
It was absolutely fascinating to look back and see where this whole Vampire obsession started.  And as with any original, I wanted to see how modern interpretations reflected their predecessors.  I was surprised at how very close and certainly recognizable many of the main characters were: Jonathan Harker, Van Helsing, Renfield and Lucy Westerna.  It was also a revelation to see just how little of the action takes place in Transylvania.  Although it certainly sets the mood with the vivid descriptions  mountain passes, castles, and frightened peasants at the outset of the novel, the bulk of it transpires in England.
Rather unexpected too was the characterization of Count Dracula himself.  Though it seems easy to snicker at anyone introducing themselves as such, I had to remember that the name “Dracula” had absolutely no connotation to the readers of 1897.  It was just a foreign-sounding name.  Yes, he is hospitable to his solicitor, but he is hardly the charmer some films portray.  The women in the book are only susceptible to him when hypnotized and sleep-walking (Interestingly, Dr. Seward and Van Helsing have an exchange about hypnotism and Dr. Charcot — the main focus of MEDICAL MUSES, which I reviewed recently).  Most striking, to me at least, was that this Count was not clean-shaven.  He wears a distinctive moustache  — something not seen in Nosferatu (1922) or Bela Lugosi’s Dracula (1931).  
Murnau’s Count Orlok in Nosferatu
Furthermore, I was a bit stunned at how “trashy” some of the scenes were.  I’m used to the understated nature of Victorian literature, even when it is Gothic in style.  Stoker hides nothing in his graphic descriptions of decapitations, stabbings, and exsanguinations.  The author finds a very modern voice for his numerous characters — the story is related through diary entries, telegrams, newspaper clippings, etc.  While each is distinct (Stoker even recreated dialects and accents), they all seem to be ahead of their time.  All are intelligent and none are useless.  In fact, Mina Harker  is very clearly one of the strongest characters throughout.  There are no whining teenagers here.
Yet the blatant violence, danger and social implications are raw.  It truly must have been shocking and yet alluring at its publication.  A great read during a summer thunderstorm…
My book photo uses a backdrop from Edward Gorey’s Dracula play set (yes, I am a nerd).  Enjoy.

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REVIEW: GLORIOUS 39 (2011)

Glorious indeed.  This is a wholly original, impeccable new film from writer/director Stephen Poliakoff.  A stunning cast illuminates a finite moment in English history — the summer of 1939, on the eve of the unthinkable.  

The story centers on the Keyes family, and is told from the point of view of the eldest daughter, Anne (played by the incomparable Romola Garai).  The Keyes patriarch is a well-respected Minister of Parliament and of minor aristocracy.  Anne and her brother and sister throw their beloved father (Bill Nighy) a birthday party, which devolves into a political debate that rankles the family.

Northam speaks his unpopular opinion.

Intelligent, strong and curious, Anne begins to question England position of Appeasement and the wisdom of Neville Chamberlain.   A busy, popular film actress, she has to return to set, but cannot shake the suspicious things she begins to notice.  Then, when friends begin dying under mysterious circumstances, she starts to fear the worst.  Glorious 39 explores perception versus reality and how it affects day to day life.

I desperately do not want to give away too much.  I knew very little when I saw it and its deliberate unfolding is intense.  While it features historical figures and issues, it is at its heart an incredibly suspenseful movie.  The viewer learns things as our heroine does, and thus we are just as much in the dark.  And just as wonderfully, Anne’s character is anything but useless.  She is smart, spunky, and vigorous.  Garai absolutely nails this character and her performance should be lauded.  This is the second time that Nighy has played her father and their pairing is so special.  I’d be hard-pressed at this point to believe anyone claiming to be Garai’s actual father.

Nighy and Garai – a father daughter moment.

Suspense, intrigue, mystery, fantastic writing, beautiful photography and lovely performances all converge here.  Look also for supporting roles with Julie Christie and Christopher Lee, both legends of the screen as well.  It may not be your typical period piece, but it is an amazing piece of filmmaking.  Add it to your list.

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As far as I know, it never enjoyed a theatrical release in the US.  It has only just been released on DVD and is available on Netflix.

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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: THE HEAVENS ARE EMPTY by Avrom Bendavid-Val

My introduction to this mystical place was in the film Everything Is Illuminated (based on the book of the same name by Jonathan Safran Foer).  While Foer’s story is a novel, it does base its setting of “Trochimbrad” on the real life Trochenbrod.  But why this place?  Of all the lives ended, towns burned, hopes crushed, and families decimated by World War II, why has this one become a focus for so many?
A still image from “Everything is Illuminated”
Bendavid-Val’s grandfather was a Trochenbroder, as was his father.  Stories of the fabled town floated around his family history but he was unaware of the significance until after his father’s death.  The author spent twelve years researching and collecting stories.  He writes:
I was lucky to fall under Trochenbrod’s spell at a time when a few dozen people who knew Trochenbrod first-hand were still alive.  I talked with people born there from 1912 through 1932, and who left as late as 1942.  I was able to hear a different perspective, how Trochenbrod and Trochenbroders appeared to Ukrainians and Poles living other places in the area, from people who still live there and remember well their childhood visits to Trochenbrod.  Personal recollections, as unreliable as any one of them might be, collectively made it possible to fill in the outlines with the feel of Trochenbrod, with a sense of what it was like to live there.  My father left Trochenbrod in 1932; I was capturing things he would have told me.
Trochenbroders on the main street
But this book is not simply a quest for personal genealogy.  In fact it focuses very little on his own hereditary connection to the place.  It is much more about uncovering and reanimating a vivid, lively town that has completely disappeared.  Indeed, that seems to be the main crux.  While horrors of WWI, a Bolshevik revolution, and a deep depression consumed the Western world, Trochenbrod remained relatively untouched.  This is not to say it was immune from hardship, but compared to the difficulties endured by Jews in ghettos in urban settings, life in Trochenbrod was heavenly.  Set deep in the Ukrainian forest, miles from the nearest road (really a track) and rail station, it was a world apart.  Jewish traditions flourished here, and so did its residents.  By the 1930s, the list of businesses included: Bakeries, barber shops, butchers, candy store, fabric shops, grain mills, furniture makers, horse traders, ice, inn, lumber mills, oil presses, pharmacies, produce, restaurant, and tailors — to name just a few from the list in the book.  
What used to be the main street of Trochenbrod today
Today, nothing is left of Trochenbrod.  Its residents suffered horrific persecution and murder from the inhuman Nazi regime.  Of the approximately 6000 people who lived in the area, about 60 managed to escape by living in the Radziwell forest or by slipping through to other countries.  What is amazing is that those who survived, have only love and happiness to express when they remember Trochenbrod.  Bendavid-Val’s extensive interviews with survivors and other descendants recall many things about those times, but their descriptions of life in Trochenbrod are full of warmth.  Life was plentiful.  Which is why it was all the more painful when it was torn from them and burnt to the ground. 
This book is a fascinating read for anyone interested in history or family stories.  While there are very upsetting passages, most of the book uplifting.  It manages to to be neither too didactic nor too depressing.   The author’s collection of first-person narratives is so important and brings this lost town to life.  As Foer notes in the preface that this book is “the definitive history of this definitive place.  If this book feels more fantastical than my novel, or any novel you have ever read, it is because of Trochenbrod’s ingenuity, the Holocaust’s ferocity, and Bendavid-Val’s heroic research and pitch-perfect storytelling.” Read this book to understand the strength of human tenacity and the power of memories.
Learn more at Bet-Tal’s website and the author’s site.
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Hardcover: 256 pages  Publisher: Pegasus (October 15, 2010) Language: English ISBN-10: 9781605981130 ISBN-13: 978-1605981130 ASIN: 1605981133 Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.8 x 1 inches 
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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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REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: THE SISTERS BROTHERS by Patrick DeWitt

Long live the Western.  Author Patrick DeWitt brings fresh verve to a classic genre in his new novel.  It is told from the first-person perspective of Eli Sisters, one half of a hired gun team.  They’ve set out to find and kill Hermann Kermit Warm (ironically, the name of a famed art director in early German film) at the behest of the enigmatic “Commodore,” who seems like a sort of Keyser Soze pulling strings from an unseen corner.  Still, the brothers are very good at what they do, and make pretty good money doing it.  They cross the old west on horseback, have run-ins with gamblers, gunslingers and girls and reach their quarry just in time to join in on some prospecting for gold.  
What makes the book so enjoyable is the easiness of the tone.  Eli’s thoughts and description are uncomplicated.  He is not, however, simple-minded.  He has internal dialogues about morality and external arguments on philosophy with other characters.  And of all the strange people we meet on their journey, Eli certainly displays the most kindness.  It is his forgiving view that allows us, the readers, to forgive brother Charlie, or at least understand him.  It is very open and human, which is what a Western should be — strip away the urban constricts, leave a man to the elements and see what becomes of him.
Though not precisely a comedy, there are as many funny moments as their are awkward ones, and somewhat violent ones.  It is a Western, after all.  (Note: Animal lovers should be warned there  are some graphic descriptions of veterinary surgery.)  There is also a fun hint of steampunk in the prospecting scenes when they learn their mark has developed an unusual technique for finding gold deposits.  
It’s fun, adventurous and a great summer read.  And it’s about to get even more fun!  The great folks from HarperCollins did a limited run printing of the fantastic cover art by Dan Stiles (see the art at the top of this post).  Each is numbered and signed and one can be YOURS.  All you have to do is leave a comment below, with your email address. You can get extra entries by posting a mention to your blog, Facebook or Twitter.  Just be sure to send me a link in the comments.  The contest will end Monday, June 6, 2011 at 10:00pm EST.  I will choose a winner at random.

 US only, please. [THIS CONTEST IS NOW OVER.] 



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Thanks to the folks at HarperCollins for the review copy, and for offering a poster for this giveaway.

Watch the fun, animated book trailer here:
 

ISBN: 9780062041265; ISBN10: 0062041266; Imprint: Ecco ; On Sale: 4/26/2011; Format: Hardcover; Trimsize: 6 x 9; Pages: 336; $24.99; Ages: 18 and Up; BISAC1:FIC000000
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ARMCHAIR BEA 11: Author Interviews & Favorite Blogs

I was a bit late to the Armchair BEA train, so I was not assigned an interview to do.  I can, however, direct you to two interviews I have done in the not-so-distant past.
My interview with Sarah Rose, author of For All the Tea in China.
It’s an amazing book on a long-lost history of corporate espionage.
Sarah is a freelance travel writer, and amusing “twitterer.”  You can follow her at @thesarahrose.  She was also very encouraging to a newbie reviewer, like me.
I interviewed Ben Greenman on his book Celebrity Chekhov, which slightly altered classic stories by inserting modern celebrities.  
I also interviewed him about “Letters with Character”, an interactive site that invited anyone to write a letter to a fictional, literary character.  
As anyone who has corresponded with Greenman knows, he answers his emails and queries so quickly, he must have wifi imbedded in him somewhere.  You can follow him on Twitter as well at @bengreenman.

In terms of a favorite book blog, I’m gonna have to go with The Olive Reader, and its main blogger, Erica Brooke.  
She is funny, informative, helpful, and accessible.  Who doesn’t love pictures of cats eating tacos!  You can follow Erica on Twitter at @ericabrooke and @harperperennial

I’m also going to give a shout out to author Shane Jones (Light Boxes).  His blog is atypical and his tweets can be even more abstruse, but quite enjoyable nonetheless.

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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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REVIEW: THE MAN IN THE ROCKEFELLER SUIT by Mark Seal

It’s one of those things that happens to someone else.  We know it’s real, but we all think we’re smarter than those criminals, those bank robbers that hand the teller their ID during a robbery.  Criminals like that eventually fall victim to traps of their own making and can’t be much for society to worry about.  In a sense we’re right — but survival of the fittest applies to criminals too.  The central character of this story manages to deceive some very smart, well-put-together people and convince them of the unbelievable.
As an exchange student from Germany, Chris (later Clark) ingratiates himself with a family and is granted an extended green card.  From then on, he disappears into the fabric of America, transforming himself into whomever he needs (and wants) to be.  He is particularly manipulative with women, though not exclusively, and ends up as the toast of society in San Marino (a wealthy LA enclave), NYC, New England and Boston.  He built his worlds out of empty promises, then moved on and constructed another.  
Mark Seal, contributing editor to Vanity Fair, traces this bizarre path with determination.  It’s not easy tracking someone who doesn’t want to be found, and it’s even harder when they never really existed.  And while Seal’s aim is of course to set down the facts as the happened (at least as best we know), there is also a more abstract reality he is trying to obtain — exactly what is it about this person that made him so convincing?  So many people, many of them highly educated, were taken in.  People who should have known better.  His charm was so overwhelming that in some cases people even ignored the alarm bells in their head. 
The home in San Marino that Rockefeller claimed to live in.
Seal’s record includes numerous interviews with people duped by Rockefeller as well as various law enforcement agents to aided in his eventual capture.  Any opining is done through them and their quotes.  Perhaps this is what makes the book so compelling.  Seal manages to let the sensational story tell itself rather than sensationalize it.  One might also speculate that very tack is why so many people even agreed to be interviewed, when they had refused before.  Seal’s delivery is straightforward, easy-to-follow but not at all dry.  While Rockefeller’s position is uncertain, the reader can rely on Seal’s presentation of the facts.
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Many thanks to Lindsay at Viking/Penguin for the review copy.
ISBN 9780670022748 | 336 pages | 02 Jun 2011 | Viking Adult | 5.98 x 9.01in | 18 – AND UP
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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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REVIEW: POX – AN AMERICAN HISTORY by Michael Willrich

I remember when I asked my mom about the round, dappled scar on her upper arm.  She said it was from a vaccination as a child.  I didn’t have one.  All of my shots were just that – shots.  No scars, no lasting pain.  After a small sting, a bandaid and a sticker, it was mostly forgotten.  I could return to the playground and earn a real scrape.

Author Michael Willrich explores a not-so-distant past when smallpox was a scourge among the industrialized American population.  It was either a deadly or a horribly disfiguring disease that traveled easier between victims.  In a time when public health and sanitation were coming to the forefront, smallpox was a key battleground for health officers and politicians alike.  
It might seem an unlikely subject for an entire book, yet it is incredibly riveting.  Not only does it explore the medical tendencies of the virus, but how germ theory, diagnostic practices and treatments evolved around this virulent illness.  Willrich describes smallpox eradication from a colonialist perspective with the American possession of Puerto Rico and the Philippines as well as the widespread use in armies as early as the American Revolution.  The history of vaccination (including the etymology) and early 20th century medicine versus “snake-oil” peddlers, are also scrutinized.  The very first pharmaceutical companies (some still in business today) sprung up around the surge in vaccinations.  (In fact, the Barnes Foundation, featured in The Art of the Steal, was set-up by Albert Barnes, who made his fortune by inventing a mild silver nitrate solution, marketed as Argyrol. His collection of art remains unparalleled.)
Possibly most relevant to today’s readers is the anti-vaccination movement which was as prevalent as the disease itself.  These activists objected to compulsory vaccination on the grounds of personal liberty and religious freedom, but based their arguments largely on unsafe vaccine and secondary infections that were fairly common.  This controversy is not unlike those surrounding childhood vaccinations by parents who either believe in a natural immune system, or contend vaccines cause autism (this has since been proven untrue and the study that suggested it has been debunked as falsified).

Yet despite advances in modern science, there is a psychological skepticism that lingers in the American psyche.  Willrich thoroughly and perceptively pieces together a history that drew class and ethnic lines, despite the disease’s inability to recognize such superficial differences.  It is far more than a book about a virus.  It provides perspective about where we have come from — and possibly where we are headed.
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ISBN 9781594202865 | 400 pages | 31 Mar 2011 | The Penguin Press | 6.14 x 9.25in | 18 – AND UP

Thanks to the folks at Penguin Press for the review copy.

Author photo

Hear Michael Willrich on NPR

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REVIEW: THE ORACLE OF STAMBOUL by Michael David Lukas

I desperately wanted to love this book.  As a self-proclaimed Orientalist, I sought to be swept away by the magic of the Black Sea and the secrets of the Bosporus.  I was hoping to find a bit of myself in the young protagonist — an innocent, with a nagging sense of urgency about the disappearing culture around her. 
Set in 1877 (and the following 8 years or so), it traces the early childhood of unlikely heroine, Eleonora Cohen.  Born under signs of augury and prophecy (at least according to the Tartar midwives), she becomes a ray of hope in confusing political times.  She never knew her mother and never felt any true love from her aunt turned step-mother.  A voracious reader and quick study, her intelligence is quickly stifled in favor of more acceptable household pursuits.  Miserable, she stows away on a ship to Stamboul, revealing herself only after it is too late for her father to turn her out.  She becomes an institution in Moncef Bey’s home, particularly after the death of her father.  Truly an orphan at the age of eight, she navigates deftly among historical and imaginary figures — spies, revolutionaries, dignitaries and royalty, including Sultan Abdulhamid II.  
Sultan Abdulhamid II
The idea is intriguing enough but it never seems to come to fruition.  Some parts are plodding without reason, while others with potential are glossed over.  I did read the Advanced Reader Edition, which warns that it is only a proof and changes might be made before the final printing.  However, I find it difficult to imagine an entire overhaul is in store.  Simply put, it reads more like a first draft or an outline of a novel, rather than the nearly finished product.  It is perfectly readable, just not as good as it could be.  His similes are often questionable, yet his knowledge and love of the era and area are clearly very deep.  Somehow, the two do not always mesh.  Scholarly underpinnings sometimes need to give way to the tides of the story.  
Yet there are flashes of brilliance.  The all-to-short chapter twenty-three offers a glimpse into Western reaction and ignorance of a complicated set of circumstances, while sitting in a posh hotel lobby in Pera is riveting.  Truthfully, it should have opened the book, then flashed back to early days.  
Parcel sheet, sent from Germany to Stamboul
It is an altogether valiant effort from a first-time novelist.  Lukas should be proud of this debut work, and seek to strengthen his story-telling muscles.  There are many mysterious tales yet to come from the land that straddles two continents and innumerable cultures.  Hopefully Lukas will bring them to our shores. 
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Thank you to the folks at Harper for the review copy. 
ISBN: 9780062012098
ISBN10: 0062012096
Imprint: Harper
On Sale: 2/8/2011
Format: Hardcover
Trimsize: 5 5/8 x 8 1/4
Pages: 304; $24.99
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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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    MESRINE: Parts Un et Deux (2008)

    Part 1 – Killer Instinct
    Part 2 – Public Enemy No. 1

    I have rarely been so entranced by what is primarily an action movie.  So far-reaching is the protagonist’s mayhem that it took two full length films to show just pieces of his exploits.  There could easily have been a third.

    The saga begins in the early 1960s when Jacques Mesrine (Vincent Cassel) struggles with his post in Algeria.  He is assigned to rout out revolutionaries in Algiers and punish with no mercy (these scenes harken back to the equally suspenseful Battle of Algiers).  Clearly conflicted, he returns home – to live with his parents.  His disillusionment is not unlike those returning from World War I, confused by their elders’ insistence that war is honorable, as is a quiet home and a respectable job.

    Home life doesn’t agree with Mesrine, but he finds that bank robbing holds a thrill, and a paycheck, he can’t resist.  He becomes more embroiled in the criminal underworld and his “legitimate” life begins to crumble.  His wife and kids suffer from his short temper and angry outbursts.  He is finally apprehended and jailed for a number of years before he manages to escape (the first of many times).  The mood slowly morphs from bebop-infused heists (in which Mesrine insists no one is hurt and only the thieving banks suffer) to dark, solemn, psychologically-disturbed crime.

    Cassel very expertly draws this enigmatic character.  He will wink and give a half smile that elicits a chuckle, then scrunch up his nose in a sneer that is frightful.  Though Mesrine has no problem shooting police officers and stealing money, he is also incredibly charming, a stalwart friend and a fantastic cook.  He has never gone back on a promise and never hurts an innocent bystander.  The gendarmerie have labelled him Public Enemy #1, but the public are not so quick to condemn.  He is a modern Robin Hood.

    By the second film, Mesrine (that’s MAY-reen) is struggling with this public image.  At once admired and reviled, he begins to lash out at those who try to quell his ideas.  He attempts to develop his stance as a revolutionary — fighting against inhumane treatment in prison (like those he suffered), in addition to bringing attention to unfair banking practices and those who control them.

    Yet he can never quite reconcile himself with the absolute ruthlessness needed to achieve widespread change.  He has a tender side, which he often has trouble dealing with.  It’s as if two halves are constantly battling one another — and it’s devastating, yet incredible, to watch.  We too, as the audience, are at the same time intrigued and repulsed by the outlaw.  Perhaps the only thing that is clear is that the ineffectual Paris police force (portrayed as little better than a team of Inspector Clouseaus) caused an unfair end to Mesrine.

    The Mesrine Saga is a taut and exciting portrait of a man who really existed.  It is a fun crime thriller to be sure, but it also explores what is means to “exist” and the idea that exterior perception can affect interior reality.

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    Many thanks to Psychotronic Films for screening these movies, and to Muse Arts Warehouse for hosting.

    View trailers of the films here.

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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: PARISIANS by Graham Robb

    An Adventure History of Paris
    Consider this an entirely unorthodox guidebook through the crooked streets and tumultuous times of Paris.  Robb, as expert as one can be without actually being Parisian, uncovers and shares fleeting tales of famous moments in the City of Lights.  
    It is rather like finding a train ticket or a receipt and discovering an unknown afternoon.  He leads off with a somewhat innocuous story of Napoleon visiting the city (the Palais-Royal in particular) as a young man.  From a diary entry, the reader sees a generous and impressionable man — not a fearless conqueror.
    A sophisticated underground system
    Robb continues to reanimate voices through the centuries.  Marie Antoinette is captured only because she became lost during her escape attempt.  M. Guillaumot literally keeps Paris from collapsing by shoring up old mining quarries and tunnels — then finds a new use for his underground city.  The real, vengeful and masterful Comte de Monte Cristo is uncovered.  The romantic criminal-turned-detective Vidocq and the devastating life behind La Boheme.  There is a story of a small building in Marville that escaped numerous wrecking balls.  The photographs of it over the years show the lives it has held.  It is a study of which Walter Benjamin and Roland Barthes would be proud.  Zola and Proust weave in amongst the crowds in the early days of the Eiffel Tower and the Metro – landmarks in their own right.  An alchemist takes clues from the facade of Notre Dame and an exuberant Hitler goes on an eerie tour of the city he has obsessed over.  
    A famous Metro sign
    The book slumps in the middle. The chapters “Occupation” and “Lovers of Saint-Germain Des Pres” do not hold up nearly as well.  Robb uses various storytelling techniques throughout the book, all in an attempt to enhance each tale.  Yet the distant, impressionist portrait of the lives of children during the war doesn’t carry the weight it deserves.  The existential chapter is written in screenplay form (Godard-esque, perhaps?) but it is barely readable.  Thankfully, Robb returns to more approachable and appropriate styles of the remainder of the book.  (Sadly, he skips the surrealists and the street photographers of the 1920s.  Perhaps he feared too much had been written on them already). 
    These are postcards; small tales, yet ones you can’t believe you’d never heard.  It underscores the importance of archives, history-gathering, and storytelling in our own time.  It is not the streets and buildings that make a city — it is what happens within (and under) them.  The foundations of predecessors determine as much as a cornerstone.  
    Many thanks to the folks at WW Norton for the review copy.
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    Hardcover  - April 2010   ISBN 978-0-393-06724-8   6.5 × 9.5 in / 496 pages
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    REVIEW: RARE EXPORTS (2010)

    There is plenty to be frightened of this Christmas.  At least in Finland.  In the world’s farthest reaches of desolation, it gets dark by mid afternoon — and Krampas can come out to play.  A father and son manage a meager existence as reindeer ranchers.  This year, however, something has affected their normal migration pattern.  He and fellow villagers suspect the disturbances on the Korvatunturi mountains may be the culprit, nor are they convinced that the project is only seismic testing when they find explosives and a nearly bottomless pit on top of the mountain. 

    Piertari (Onni Tommila), the son, is young enough to still believe, and old enough to research the dark folklore, to realize the drilling company is releasing Santa Claus.  But this is no “Coca-Cola Santa”, he explains.  Krampas was an angry old demon who kidnapped and whipped children when they were bad.  The Sami people of Finland became tired of this man, so they lured him out on to the ice, where he fell in.  As the lake began to thaw, they cut out the block of ice, carried it to the mountains and packed it in several feet of sawdust, to ensure it would never melt and their children would be safe.  From then on, only the benevolent Saint Nicolas would bring the festivities of Christmas.  When potato sacks, radiators and children start disappearing, Piertari takes charge and must convince the adults he knows how to save the town. 

    While there are many scary moments, this is not a horror movie.  The elves are rather like zombies, the father is a butcher, the bad corporate guy looks just like the short Nazi from Raiders of the Lost Ark, and people are disappearing, but there is no gore.  It is suspenseful but not gruesome.  That is what makes this film work.  It takes itself seriously and doesn’t become a silly slasher film.  That’s not to say it doesn’t have it’s extremely funny moments.  
    The child is a great actor with surprising ability.  He reminds me of Bruno from the Bicycle Thief.  He carries this movie, much as he carries the survival of his town on his shoulders. 

    Kudos to the Helander brothers, the writers of the film who not only told an engaging story, but included numerous small details that made it possible to believe Krampus might be real. 


    Adding to the suspense is our own non-understanding of Finnish culture, particularly in their day to day life.  The audience’s lack of knowledge of what is “normal” makes the simplest things eerie and unsettling.  

    I let you discover the amazing ending for yourself, but do add this to your annual Christmas movie list.  


    Thanks to Jim Reed and Psychotronic Films for showing it in Savannah.

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    Most Underrated Films of the Decade: Part 1

    I Capture the Castle (2003)

    Romola Garai stars in I Capture the Castle
    It has all the elements of a fantastic film — an all-star cast, fabulous production design, a gorgeous score (from Dario Marianelli) and a script based on a book by famed author Dodie Smith (she also wrote 101 Dalmatians). Told from the point of view of the middle child, Cassandra, as she writes in her diary, we see a struggling author and father wrestle his demons and attempt to save his crumbling family.  Set in 1930s England, the family lives in a castle ruin that leaks, has draughts and empty cupboards.  Yet they manage to scrape by with a forgiving landlord and a fairly productive garden.  

    The girls fall in and out of love, explore the metropolis, struggle with growing up, and get caught in adventures.  Sweet, but not saccharine; funny, but not hilarious; poignant, but not didactic; this adaptation settles and hits a stride nicely.  I watch it at least twice a month, if I can.  Now available on Netflix Instant.  Its R rating is one of the mysteries of the MPAA.  It should easily by a PG-13, if not a PG.

    The cast includes the brilliant Romola Garai (Atonement, Scoop),  the stalwart Bill Nighy, Marc Blucas (of “Angel”), Henry Thomas (E.T., Legends of the Fall), handsome Henry Cavill (The Count of Monte Cristo) and a handful of other faces familiar to watchers of BBC. 

    A perfect movie for a rainy afternoon.  Make a pot of tea and enjoy. 

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    The Orphanage (2007) / El Orfanato


    I was raised on scary movies. I actually wore out the tapes my parents had made of Rear Window, Vertigo and North by Northwest.  I remember begging them to not turn the channel when Poltergeist came on.  I was four.  So it’s hard to surprise me (or scare me) with modern movies.  They generally have nothing new to say and I’ve figured out “whodunit” before the opening credits are over.  The Orphanage is a refreshing wind that shakes the trees and makes the door creak.  

    It is the debut outing of Spanish director of Juan Antonio Bayona, heavily supported by producer Guillermo del Toro.  Laura (Belen Rueda) purchases the orphanage where she grew up, until being adopted.  Married and a mother, she decides to reclaim the crumbling but comforting building and open it once again, this time as a home for children with various disabilities.  But when Simon, her son, disappears during the grand opening, she makes every effort to find him – even asking for help from the ghosts of her childhood playmates. 

    The first time you watch this, you will be frightened and emotionally exhausted.  But when you look back on its various moments, you will realize you were only scared because their meaning was unknown.  The subtitles are no problem.  In fact, the use of the Catalan dialect only enhances the mystery.  

    Do not watch alone. 

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    Mrs. Henderson Presents (2005)


    Based on a true story, this lively and sweet tale is not to be missed.  Mrs. Henderson (Dame Judi Dench) purchases an abandoned London theatre on the eve of WW2.  When the English are searching for any sense of levity while under attack from German Luftwaffe raids, The Windmill Theatre puts on spectacular revues — some of them nude.  Faced with begin shut down for indecency, Mrs. Henderson instead creates tableaus where the girls do not move and can therefore be considered stationary art. 

    Dench and Bob Hoskins make a charming and winning couple as they attempt to keep the theatre afloat.  Christopher Guest is an unlikely but great choice for Lord Cromer, responsible for giving the Crown’s approval (or denial) of the theatre’s standing.  As funny as it is affecting, it is a reminder of the human spirit’s determination to make life worth living.  Mrs. Henderson herself might have been the inspiration for the unused poster of England.
    Enjoy in good health, among friends.
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    Thanks

    It has been just about a year now that I have been doing book reviews — and I’m having a blast.  I’d like to thank everyone who takes the time to read my reviews.  But mostly I’d like to thank those that read books, those who write the words that inspire us, those that work tirelessly to see the book on a shelf.

    And thank you to Penguin for being very supportive to a rookie reviewer.  Here’s to another year!

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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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