Chaos, Surgery, Pain, Exhaustion, Family, Chaos, Joy, Comfort, Love, Children, Sea, Sand, Sun, Beauty, Laughter, Recuperation, Rest, Family, Family, Family.
Happy New Year.
Chaos, Surgery, Pain, Exhaustion, Family, Chaos, Joy, Comfort, Love, Children, Sea, Sand, Sun, Beauty, Laughter, Recuperation, Rest, Family, Family, Family.
Happy New Year.
As I have shopped for my family for this first Christmas together in two years, I realize there is an embarrassment of riches. Not just physical things, but the riches of family. We just don’t need the physical stuff. I’m wishing with all of my heart not to add to the “stuff” that I have tried so hard to purge. I have failed miserably. One purged drawer. That’s it. I’m still a work in progress. So here’s what’s important:
— Martha Graham
Eighteen-year-old Emmet Watson has just been released from a work farm where he served 15 months for involuntary manslaughter. With his father’s death and his mother long gone, he knows he will never be accepted again in his small, Nebraska community. He plans to leave home with his little brother, Billy and make a new start in California. However, his plans are sidetracked by two stowaway/friends from the work farm. They hid themselves in the trunk of the warden’s car when Emmet was brought home and showed up at this door.
What
follows is an adventure of epic proportions. Although coming in at almost 600
pages, this hefty novel transports us. Multiple, interwoven narrators tell the
story of riding the rails, racial violence, deceit, a stolen car, stolen money,
being drugged, an orphanage run by nuns, betrayal, joy, loss, miracles,
physical threats. Beautiful, transformative writing, a not-to-be-missed
experience.
Highly
recommend.
The Searcher by Tana French is her second standalone novel, the first being The Witch Elm. Previous novels have centered around numerous characters in the Dublin Murder Squad. The only similarity here is that the main character, Cal Hooper, is a former detective, but this time an American from Chicago.
Hooper
relocates after his divorce to a small village in Ireland, hoping for nothing
but peace and quiet. His peace is short-lived when he is implored to help with
a missing persons case. This novel is beautifully written and a slow burn,
building suspense until you are as invested as he is in finding the truth.
French is a master of this genre.
Recommend.
The Story of Arthur Truluv by Elizabeth Berg appears on the surface to be a sweet story of unusual friendships. This interpretation is as superficial as that assumption. The story is about loss, loneliness, desperation, depression and the redemptive power of relationships. The novel is surprisingly moving and profound in its insights. A widower, Arthur, in his eighties, meets a young woman by chance. Together they form an unlikely alliance with an initially unpleasant neighbor. All three could not be more different, but somehow fit. Berg is a superb and satisfying storyteller.
Recommend.
I’m trying to really look again. Really see. So often I move through the day without. My mother taught me very early to really observe; to see beauty in the natural world all around me, in faces, everywhere. It was a gift. But you can forget to turn on your eyes.
Some
things this month have been hard to see. The deaths of two more people known to
me. As a result, I saw others I had not seen in decades. It was strange.
Moving. I was embraced by a young man I didn’t even know would remember me. I
still feel it in my heart. His words were so gentle and loving when it was his
heart breaking. My best friend lost another sibling. The second in six months.
I don’t know how she stands it.
The
best of the month was seeing my son. A surprise visit. A risk for him. A joy
for us. That beautiful face. My beautiful boy.
The
worst of the month was fear for my daughter’s children. Real terror. I was not
strong. I surprised myself. Meltdown. Not good. They are okay. The Unimaginable
averted. Fear is a horrifying thing.
I saw
rainbows on the wall this morning when I really didn’t want to get up. I think
it was my mother. Making me use my eyes. Sending me a message. Keep on, my
darling girl, keep on. You, too.
She could have written this because she did.
Two very dissimilar books highlighted my reading in September. Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell by far stood out. It is the fictionalized story of the short life of Shakespeare’s only son, Hamnet. Very little is actually known about the boy or how he died at age eleven. The story renders in heartbreaking and exquisitely beautiful detail the author’s depiction of Shakespeare’s early life, his parents, his marriage, his wife and three children. Told with limited omniscience, O’Farrell weaves a mesmerizing tale of the events, relationships and personalities in Shakespeare’s life before and during the plague years in Europe. In spite of the difficult subject matter, I highly recommend this novel.
The Book of Two Ways by Jodi Picoult was a
book club pick. I found this novel confusing in its format. The story skips
forward and back so often, the reader doesn’t have a clue which events happened
in which sequence.
The
Book of Two Ways is an ancient, Egyptian burial tradition which shows two ways,
by land or water, to reach heaven in the afterlife. It tells the story of a
woman who has lived two lives and is faced with choosing how to continue her
story, thus the parallel. The woman has a history as an Egyptologist who
interrupted her studies due to circumstances beyond her control. She never
returned to Egypt and became a death doula.
For
students of Egyptology as well as Quantum Physics the novel covers these topics
fairly extensively and is interesting information. There are simultaneously two
quite lovely love stories interwoven that make up part of the choice that must
be made.
What I am realizing more and more, is today is a new day. Every day is new. A chance for a fresh start. Every breath, a new breath. Nothing is engraved in stone. Except maybe on a tombstone. (Is that where that expression comes from?) But even then, then what? We don’t know. But until then, fresh starts abound.
It’s
been extremely difficult to make plans for a new start during the pandemic.
It’s as if I was waiting for it to be over. Like all of us, I expect. But more
and more I’m hearing about people being exceptionally creative and prolific
during this time. As I talked about before, Willie Nelson wrote a book and new
music. Andrea Bocelli created an album. It’s a mindset, I believe.
Life
as we knew it changed for sure. I’m not sure if it’s permanent. I suspect not.
But no one knows for sure, not even the experts. We’ve not been here before. In
the meantime, while I still can, I’m going to keep working toward something
besides cooking and laundry and dog-walking. All necessary activities, sure,
but think I can do a little more.
I
started working on my third book again. It makes me very happy.
Here’s
to the new days. Everyday.
I
have read two books of note in August: Peace Like a River by Leif Enger and Anxious People by Fredrik Backman. One
of the things I love about being in a book club is the opportunity to be
exposed to books I normally wouldn’t have heard of or would have neglected to
pick up. Both of these novels fit into this group.
Peace Like a River is Enger’s first
novel. It is not easily categorized. It takes place primarily in the Badlands
of North Dakota and centers around one family’s quest for justice. Told from
the point of view of the youngest son, Rueben, it is equal parts tragedy,
romance, adventure and a depiction of fierce devotion.
Tragedy
strikes when the family is targeted by two bullies in their small town. As a
result, the oldest son must flee a questionably, wrongful conviction for a
crime. It poses the question, should someone be convicted of protecting their
loved ones? What follows is the family’s search for their son and the colorful,
sharply written, diverse characters they encounter on the way.
There
is also an element of magic in the form of miracles performed by the father
that adds a fascinating and entirely different dimension.
Highly
recommend.
Anxious People was also a book club
pick. I had read A Man Called Ove previously. I thought it was fine and
charming in its way. However, although
Backman is a prolific writer, I was not especially in a hurry to read more of
his work. This book proved to be an exception.
A very
diverse group of people are taken hostage by a bank robber during an apartment
showing. What follows is an examination of each person’s motivations and
thoughts during the experience. This includes the two police officers that are
called to the scene and who interview the victims afterwards.
The
novel is laced with an examination of human nature, laugh-out-loud humor,
sadness, tragedy, unexpected twists and surprises that play on the reader’s own
preconceived notions.
Recommend.
Miles and miles away. How does it happen. Families flung into the farthest reaches of the earth. Or at least the country. It happens gradually. At first it seems just temporary. The ramifications unclear.
It
makes me long for a time when families stayed in one place. Some still do. But
it’s rare. People are mobile. They relocate. They go where the work is. Where
opportunities are. Then they find they like it. They build a new life.
I
never anticipated a time I wouldn’t see my children frequently; I wouldn’t see
my grandchildren grow up. Yet, here it is. I’m grateful for technology and the
efforts they make for me to see their faces.
I
remember the song I used to sing to my babies, when they were babies:
One of these mornings,
you’re going to rise up singing,
Then you’ll spread
your wings and you’ll take to the sky…
Until that morning,
ain’t nothing can harm you,
With your daddy and
mama standing by.
Yes.
Absolutely. You want them to fly. You want them to be strong. It’s as it should
be. But it doesn’t make it easier. In the meantime, I will savor what I have. Fly,
babies, fly. Soar.
Nora
Seed is in complete despair. Her life seems irretrievably broken. She attempts
an ultimate solution but while on the cusp of death, she finds herself in an
infinite, other-worldly library.
She
meets “the librarian,” who seems to be a familiar figure from her childhood.
The librarian helps her discover that each book in this endless selection is a
possible life Nora could have had, had she made different choices, and can still
have. All she need do is open a book. We follow Nora on her journey as she
samples alternate lives.
Matt
Haig has written a fascinating novel which examines the nature of existence and
how choice ultimately changes outcome.
Highly
recommend.
I recently saw an interview with Willie Nelson on PBS’s Amapour & Company. I highly recommend this show, by the way. It always has the latest news and fascinating, well-researched interviews.
Nelson,
who has been sidelined like everyone else since the pandemic, made the most of
his time. He has written two albums as well as a book, Letters to America. He spoke
about his childhood, philosophy of life and his longevity as a musician,
songwriter/poet and a performer.
Two
things of many thoughts he shared stood out in particular. First was a song he
wrote with these words ‘Energy Follows
Thought. So be careful what you say’. Simple truth.
The
second was the concept of gratitude for every day you are given. He
said, “Make the day worthwhile…I believe in doing something every day to pay
for the day.” Earn the gift.
I
never thought of Willie Nelson as particularly wise. He himself reflects that
he has rarely lived wisely or carefully. But our teachers are everywhere. They
show up in the most unexpected places. They show up to remind us, …. If we’re
listening.
Twin
sisters are born in a town so small, it isn’t on any map. It’s the deep south
and the color of the skin of the residents is prized above all else. The
sisters leave the small town in search of their fortunes.
One
day, one sister disappears. She has sought a life she thinks will make her
happy as a white woman. The other sister, not knowing where her twin has gone,
grieves but makes other choices. The story follows each woman’s journey and the
sacrifices they each make as a result of those choices. The long-term impact is
felt not only by them but all those around them.
Fascinating
and well-written, it examines how every path taken affects not just the
individual but the generations after them. Brit Bennett, the author, based the
book loosely on an account told to her as a young woman. An interesting and
thoughtful read.
Such
a beautiful sentiment. In a simple response to bullying online, a young
television actor asks a question and creates a movement.
Lonnie
Chavis, whom you may have seen on This Is Us, was being trolled and
bullied online for the gap in his teeth. His response was, “I can go to the
dentist and get this gap in my teeth fixed, but can you fix your heart?”
This
speaks so profoundly to the horrendous battleground that our social media
platforms have become. There seem to be people who relish the trolling and
criticism of others, doing anything from body-shaming to making direct threats,
all while hiding behind the anonymity of the internet.
It
seems a direct result of the shameful behavior of our past president who was
no-holds-barred in that regard. There are those that say it has always been
there; the poison has simply surfaced. However, when someone in great power
says it’s okay, doesn’t it give permission?
Chavis
has left a message of kindness. Something so simple and wise from someone so
young. A kinder and gentler world is something we can all give voice to.
#FixYourHeart.
https://www.facebook.com/thelivesofmen/videos/344347326162522/
Kate Morton crafts the journey of a young girl abandoned at the age of four on a wharf in Australia. She is rescued and adopted and does not know the truth of this until her twenty-first birthday. Many years later, she discovers clues to her past on the Cornish coast in England. Memories surface as she discovers possible links to the very prominent Montrachet family and a mysterious figure known only to her as "The Authoress."
Unfortunately, she is unable to complete her investigation. It is not until her
granddaughter takes up the search that the mystery is solved. Twisted and
intricate relationships are beautifully written with very human, exceptionally
written characters.
Recommend.
So
many, many, many of my best memories are from visits to the ocean. Earliest
memory is driving to Florida to spend Christmas with my mother’s family. My
mother and sister in the front seat; me shoving for space between my brothers
in the back seat. The first thing you would notice is the scent…. The salty,
warm, sunlit smell rushing in the car windows. Unmistakable.
Later,
visits with my mom and sister to Kiawah Island. Just girls, eating, laughing,
talking. Free. The quality of light. The sun. The seagulls. We never ran out of
things to say.
A
visit with old friends. A trove of unspoiled sand dollars. Hot cups of coffee
at sunrise on the beach.
Then
more family, my children, husband, cousins, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews.
Sadness that some couldn’t be there. Grateful for the
beautiful chaos of those that could.
More visits
with my children and husband, too numerous to count, full of laughter, warmth,
games, walks, togetherness. Boys playing chess. Bike rides. Exploring.
Dragonflies. Peace.
Then
back with my husband, children, and their significant others, so significant,
so thankful they trusted us to be us. Learning the new normal. Surprisingly
easy.
A
joyful reunion with my two best friends. Perfect synchronicity even after
decades. Dolphins. Sandpipers.
Then back with my husband, children, their
significant others and their children. Another generation. Joy that increases
with every year. Napping, reading, taking walks, bicycling, games, cooking,
eating, laughing. Too perfect.
It
makes me wonder how much of what we value in memory is tied to specific places.
So much of life comes from the ocean. Yes, that’s part of it. Sense memory by
now. But that’s not all. Now, no beach for a year and a half. Do I miss it? Of
course. But what I really miss are the people. The faces of those memories. The
faces.
Olive, Again by author Elizabeth Strout revisits the now iconic character of Olive. We first met Olive in Strout’s Pulitzer Prize winning novel, Olive Kitteredge. Cranky, self-obsessed and yet strangely endearing, Olive inhabits every corner of the fictional, small Maine town of Crosby.
As
with the first novel, Strout creates characters alive with startling clarity.
Everyday lives are fascinating as Stroud explores all the complexities and
intricacies of the human condition. Olive, in some way touches each life, if
only briefly. As we observe Olive aging, we see her soften somewhat; still
prickly but starting to question herself, her life and her choices. Olive, as
contradictory as always, is rich reading. This is a novel to savor.
Recommend.
So much sadness this week. This month. This year. Trying to be upbeat but it’s not easy. On the first day of spring, last Saturday, another good friend died. Not Covid this time but equally surprising and devastating. So fast. Lightening.
Is it
too soon to start a Bucket List? Never. Because go*dam*#it, you never, never, never
know. Carpe Diem.
So.
Here goes. I’d love to see Florence and Tuscany. I’d also love to spend a month
with my family in the south of France. There are a lot of places I would love
to go as well, but these are at the top. (New Zealand and Nova Scotia come to mind.
Maybe somewhere in the Hawaiian Islands?)
Christmas
in Kiawah.
See
whales in person.
Finish
my third book of the Jonathan series.
Read
more books.
Spend
time with friends.
Family, Family, Family
That’s
it. A short list. Maybe I’ll add more later. But this will do.
Cheers.
I’ve been in murder-mystery-reading-mode for the last several months. Perhaps it’s because this genre takes me completely out of the present moment. I’ve started and stopped two other novels (kind of unusual for me, but I simply got bored). I’ve decided to go with my preferences since I choose not to write bad or lukewarm reviews. What’s the point? Authors have a hard enough time being writers; they don’t need my critique if they can’t respond. I’ll leave that to others.
The
first two novels are by old favorites, Anthony Horowitz and Louise Penny. The
third is by a newly discovered author, Dervla McTiernan.
The Sentence is Death by Anthony Horowitz
is the second in a relatively new series. The characters are an irascible,
unlikeable, disgraced, former Scotland Yard detective with genius-level skills
and a version of Horowitz himself as his somewhat bumbling sidekick. The
Horowitz character has been reluctantly enlisted as the detective’s biographer.
Good fun.
The Rule against
Murder is
Louise Penny at her best. Poetic, elegant and insightful, the novel is more
than just a murder mystery. The famous detective Armand Gamache is on his
yearly holiday with his wife when murder intrudes. A deeply dysfunctional
family is holding a family reunion that is anything but. Brilliant character
studies highlight and illuminate the human condition. Recommend.
It’s always exciting to find a new author I have yet to read. Dervla McTiernan is a wonderful addition for me to the mystery-crime-detective novel genre. Reminiscent of Tana French but unique in her own right, she proves there is definitely something about Irish writers. The Ruin deftly follows several characters as they intersect and interact over the course of twenty years. The detective, Cormac Reilly, first seen as a young, green officer, encounters a heartbreaking case of neglect, abuse and death involving two children. Twenty years later, he finds himself in the middle of an investigation involving those same, now grown children, and an old friend. Twisty, surprising and satisfying. More Cormac Reilly to come! Highly Recommend.
I
have always loved to read but I think now, in this unprecedented time, I find
more comfort in reading than I ever have before. I’m sure it is primarily
escapism. Many things are comforting, music, nature, talking to family,
exercise, my sweet dog, meditation. But I always have access to books. I have
read or listened to over fifty books since the beginning of lockdown. Often
reading two at a time, while listening to another. A little obsessive, I know.
But I’m giving myself permission. It’s helping to get me through. For my
husband, who also reads, it’s watching the same movies over and over again. Something
familiar. Safe.
We
don’t really talk about it, but that’s what it is. Everything else seems to be
the unknown. When will this be over? Will I get sick? If I do, would I survive?
Seeing the faces of my loved ones. Hugging them. Holding them and not letting
go. Travel. Seeing my friends. Dinner with them. Normalcy.
I
remind myself everyday how lucky we are. So many aren’t. So many have lost
their loved ones. So many on the front lines. Working, working, working to make
it better. I do what I can to help. It will never be enough.
I try
not complain. So I read. It helps. Find what helps. It’s going to get better.
Sending
Love and Peace and Comfort to you.
I just finished book five in the Cormoran Strike detective series
by Robert Galbraith aka J.K. Rowling. At 945 pages, her new novel is not for
the faint of heart. Rowling/ Galbraith delivers again. I am a fan of this genre
anyway but she never disappoints. I couldn’t stop reading and hated for it to
end. Louise Penny and Anthony Horowitz also delight but Rowling/Galbraith is unequivocally
the master.
Strike is approached about taking on the 40-year-old cold case of a
missing woman. They are already covering a number of cases but intrigued, he
and his partner Robin Ellacot take it on. Each character, and there are many, is
skillfully drawn. There are deep dives into Strike and Ellacot’s personal
thoughts and feelings as well over the year it takes to solve the mystery.
Earlier books in the series are now on television and lose nothing in the
transition.
Highly recommend.
Beginning
in 2013, instead of making New Year’s Resolutions, I’ve been choosing words for
the New Year. Thanks, Connie! The words themselves are always written in good
faith, and though often remembered, reflected upon even, do not seem to have
any power in and of themselves. Sort of like resolutions:)
Family
May you take the time to find your Word/Wishes and have a healthy, happy, altogether splendid New Year.
Some very good ideas…..
Maybe in spite of and maybe because of the pandemic, this has been good year for reading. As usual, more books were read or listened to on tape
than I reviewed, but the ones below made the cut. I decided a while ago that I
was not going to disparage another author’s work. If I don’t like it, I won’t review
it. How to choose? I really enjoyed everything on the list. I was fascinated with American Dirt and its revelations
about the exodus from Mexico. I love Anthony Horowitz’s masterful mysteries. The
Bone Clocks has made me a forever fan of David Mitchell. I loved them all for
different reasons.
February 2020: The
Word is Murder-Anthony Horowitz
And Then There Were
None- Agatha Christie
March 2020: Ordinary
Grace- William
Kent Krueger
April 2020: American
Dirt- Jeanine
Cummins
May 2020: The
Distant Hours- Kate Morton
June 2020: Whistling
Past the Graveyard- Susan Crandall
July 2020: The
Giver of Stars- Jo Jo Moyes
August 2020: The
Bone Clocks- David Mitchell
September 2020: The Dutch House- Ann
Patchett & Clock Dance-Ann
Tyler
October
2020: Witches, Midwives & Nurses- Barbara Ehrenreich & Deirdre English; City
of Girls- Elizabeth Gilbert; Writers & Lovers- Lily King
November
2020: In Five Years- Rebecca Serle
December 2020: The
Witch Elm- Tana French
If I could only pick
one to recommend to a friend, it would have to be Ordinary Grace by William
Kent Krueger. Beautifully written slice of life in a small southern town
interwoven with a skillfully rendered mystery. I’m looking forward to reading
more by Krueger this year.
This
novel by Lisa Wingate is the first selection of my Book Club for 2021. Having
read Before
We Were Yours by this same author last year, I knew it would be
well-written. While I do like historical fiction, it seemed we had read a lot
of it during the past year. I was not enthusiastic, but open. The
Book of Lost Friends, set during the post-Civil War south and also the
present time, was a different iteration of this genre.
Wingate
based her idea on true-life ads placed in a newspaper by newly-freed former
slaves seeking their lost family members. These stories of loss and separation
are heart-wrenching and hard to comprehend. The evidence that this was
duplicated at our border just recently does not bear thinking about. The
present-day story featured a new teacher seeking to help her lower,
socio-economic students of color find part of their history and thus their
place in the world.
Three
very different women, a former slave, a mixed-race daughter of a plantation
owner and the legitimate daughter of that same owner, form the center of the
historical story. Due to horrific circumstances beyond their control, they end
up banding together to find the missing patriarch of the plantation. With one exception,
their strength and resilience form the foundation of their survival.
The
modern story follows a teacher in 1987 who, discovering stories of the past,
helps her students on a voyage of discovery where they find pride and identity
in their own histories. The teacher’s efforts are met with resistance in the
small southern town where she is teaching. This resonates with the systemic
racism first over one hundred and fifty years ago with the three women, one
hundred twenty years later with the teacher. and even now, almost forty years
later. Still much to do.
Recommend.