Linkspam, 5/24/13 Edition

Happy holiday-in-the-US weekend, everyone!  I’m heading down to the mountains this weekend for a much-anticipated visit with my bestie–I hope everyone has a safe and excellent start to the summer here in the northern hemisphere. My regular Monday post will be appearing on Tuesday.

When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

I picked up Terry Tempest Williams’s When Women Were Birds on a whim after reading a review of it over at I Will Dare.

As Jodi says, this is a strange and lovely book. It’s not very long–just 228 pages in a small-format paperback–and I do recommend getting the paper version of this: Picador did a wonderful job, deckled edges, French flaps and a lot of care with the design in general.

The genesis of this book is Williams inheriting her mother’s journals after her death and discovering that they’re all blank. Williams starts–quite literally–from the blank pages and works her way around and through her central theme of women’s voices. She also talks about the environment, her marriage, religion, and presence and absence.

This was a hard book for me to read. My mother didn’t keep shelves of blank journals, but she was intensely private and shared very little of her past with anyone–so I really empathized with Williams and the way her mother was, in many ways, a cipher to her.

But Williams is an amazing writer, both lyrical and spare in in prose and able to convey so much meaning through the image of the blank journals and through her other extended metaphor, birds. I found myself wishing I could bring myself to write in this book, to highlight the passages that most spoke to me. Instead, I consoled myself with sticky notes (which I will be removing; I know they’re bad for the paper) and now I share some of my favorites with you:

Erasure. What every woman knows but rarely discusses. I don’t mind erasure if it is done my by own hand. My choice. Write a word. Not the right word. Turn the pencil upside down, erase. Back and forth on the page. Pencil upright. Begin again. Point on the page. Pause. Find the right word. Write the word. Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.

 

So moved by the author’s passion for quilts, Mother had one quilt square made by a friend of hers framed, and hung it in her bathroom, where she saw it first thing in the morning. When I asked why this mattered, she said, “It represents how women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.”

 

My mother’s journals area love story. Love and power. What she gave and what she withheld were hers to choose. Love is power. Power is not love. Both can be brutal. Both dance with control. Both can be intoxicating, leaving us out of control. But in the end, it is love, not power, that endures and shows us the consequences of our choices. My mother chose me as the recipient of her pages, empty pages. She left me her “Cartographies of Silence.” I will never know her story. I will never know what she was trying to tell me by telling me nothing.

But I can imagine.

And isn’t this the beautiful truth of love and power?

I really like Williams’s direct way with words. She doesn’t talk around her point, she just makes it with an economy of words that goes straight to the point–her words are sharp and they sometimes cut, but the authenticity and ease of Williams’s voice is inspiring and, at times, revelatory.

This was a hard book to read but it was also a book I needed to read. Maybe you need to read it, too?

Along Came Trouble, Ruthie Knox

Along Came Trouble, Ruthie Knox

Along Came Trouble, Ruthie Knox

Note: I received this book from the publisher for review. That fact in no way affected my opinion of it.

Ruthie Knox is one of my favorite contemporary romance authors and Along Came Trouble, while not quite awesome as Ride With Me or About Last Night, is still pretty great. And it could just be that I have high standards for Knox’s work, too–I expect a lot from her books because of her track record.

Along Came Trouble is the first book proper in Knox’s Camelot series, which began with an amazing novella, “How to Misbehave”. It’s set a number of years later in the same small town in Ohio and the main characters here are Ellen and Caleb.  Caleb is Amber’s brother, recently out of the military and trying to establish his own security business in town.  Ellen is a local lawyer, divorced and with a young son.  Her brother, Jamie, is an international superstar and he’s taken up with Ellen’s pregnant neighbor, Carly–bringing the paparazzi to the wholly unprepared small town.

This is a book about interdependence and independence both–this provides most of the tension in the book, in fact. Caleb has been hired by Jamie’s security company to provide security to both Ellen and Carly. Ellen wants none of it and Carly isn’t particularly enthusiastic either. And, in both their cases, it’s completely understandable: Carly and Jamie are on the outs and Ellen has fought hard to be her own person outside her brother’s shadow and with a detour through an abusive marriage.

I’d been putting off reading this because I wasn’t sure it would live up to Knox’s other books. I shouldn’t have been worried about that because it does. All the characters are thoroughly believable and a major part of that is because Knox gives them all lives outside the pages of the book–it’s obvious that they’re each the heroes of their own stories even if we don’t know what that story is.  I found this most apparent in Caleb’s parents, Janet and Derek. Between the events of “How to Misbehave” and this book, Derek Clark has had a stroke which has had far-reaching impact on his ability to maintain the apartment complex owned by him and Janet.  This is a source of contention between them and Caleb tries to help where he can–the main reason he moved back to Camelot after his stint in the military was to be able to help his family out.

Relationships between parents and children (and grandchildren) is a major theme of this book. Ellen is so fiercely independent in part because her mother focused all her energy on her brother. Carly was raised by her Nana, who is one of my favorite characters ever (I am firmly on the Nana needs a story of her own bandwagon–are you listening, Knox?).  Ellen’s son, Henry, spends several days a week with his paternal grandmother but only a few hours a week with his father (due to Richard being an emotionally abusive alcoholic with a pathetic leather vest). Being able to see the characters in community with each other, in their other relationships makes them feel so much more real which then makes them more sympathetic and believable.

This is also, in places, a very funny book. Knox has a knack for capturing the little moments between characters. I especially liked the following passage:

“I know, but we skipped all the early dates, and I could really use one of those third-date neck massages.”

“The kind where we watch a movie and then I move back behind you on the couch and rub your shoulders, and you offer to take off your shirt to make it easier, and then before we know quite what happened, we’re making out?”

“Exactly. But don’t skimp on the massaging. I have to be seduced slowly, like I don’t really want it.”

There may have been audible and knowing snorting when I read that bit. Knox is also good at cutting to the heart of emotional matters, as she does when Ellen is thinking about her and Jamie’s father, who they never knew:

Theirs had died before they were old enough to remember him. It was a phantom-limb situation: you got used to the absence, but you could always feel it, and sometimes it itched.

This might be the best description of what it’s like to have a dead parent that I have ever read. Ever.

The only real flaw in this book, for me, was the compressed timeline (although the week or so that this book covers does not end in an engagement or even anything more definite than “let’s try to have a relationship”; there is an epilogue that takes place a few months later). Caleb and Ellen seemed to move incredibly quickly from meeting to realizing that they could have something really great together, especially considering the degree of stress they’re under due to Jamie’s stormy relationship with Carly.

I also tend to have problems with books where there’s a book-world celebrity in it–it always feels really contrived in a way that I have a hard time explaining.  However, in this book it made perfect sense–and it was made clear that Jamie’s celebrity was the result of a lot of hard work on his part as well as natural talent. I liked seeing Jamie chafe at the restrictions his celebrity put on his life and the way his actions were shown to have repercussions on people outside his bubble of famous–again, this is a character in community with others.

So to sum up: Great characters and great relationships, and the only real flaw is the really fast development of the relationship between Ellen and Caleb.  This is a wonderful book.

Linkspam, 5/17/13 Edition

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Andrew Zuckerman :: flowerthebook.com

Finally but certainly not least: this was Donna’s last week as a regular here at the Radish. I am going miss her posts and I know I’m not alone. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner than Donna in this particular endeavor. And thus, for her, a lighthouse. She knows why.

Five Things Make a Post: It Came from the TBR!

Like most avid readers, I have a To Be Read pile. Oh, do I ever. Here, have a picture of part of it:

TBR, 5/15/13

TBR, 5/15/13

This is, of course, not all of it. There’s also an electronic component as well as books stashed in other bookcases throughout the apartment.

So what are the top five books on my TBR? Not necessarily the five I’ll get to first–I am too scattered to make a reading plan and stick with it when I’m reading for fun–but the five I’m most looking forward to reading eventually? In no particular order…

Shattered Pillars, Elizabeth Bear. This is the second book in Bear’s epic fantasy set, more or less, in a fantastic cognate of Central Asia. There are horses and magic and terrible sacrifices and I really loved the first book. There’s something about Bear’s writing which really connects with me and she seems to be getting better with each new book that she writes.

Grail of the Summer Stars, Freda Warrington. The third book in the Aetherial Tales trilogy, this is just the kind of urban fantasy I love. Not the new definition where there’s a kick-butt woman in leather pants, but the earlier kind typified by the writing of Charles de Lint and Emma Bull. I suspect that this sort of thing is called contemporary fantasy and I also suspect that it doesn’t sell particularly well these days which is why there’s not a whole lot of it.

Untamed, Anna Cowan. Holy crap has there ever been a lot of discussion about this book in Romancelandia. People seem to either love it (with caveats) or loathe it (I have not read any of these reviews, so really don’t know what they say apart from the general opinion). From what I can gather, there are some serious issues with Cowan’s interpretation of gender roles in the period as well as with her understanding of the Corn Laws–and since my knowledge of the period is gleaned mainly from other romance novels, I suspect that I will fall into the love it (with caveats) crowd.  I am planning on reviewing it here sometime soon, so I’ll be sure to let everyone know what I think. One of the reasons I’m so excited to read this particular book is that, from where I am in a not-having-read-it-yet perspective, Cowan appears to be pushing at the boundaries of what romance is and even if her attempt isn’t wholly successful, she gets points from me going in.

Annie Sullivan and the Trials of Helen Keller, Joseph Lambert. I can’t remember where I heard about this one, but I’ve had a fascination with Keller and Sullivan for many years and I am interested to see how Lambert translates Keller’s disabilities into graphic novel format. Based on what I’ve read about this, though, it doesn’t talk about Keller’s social activism and perhaps centers Sullivan’s story over Keller’s. I also find the title problematic–Keller was so much more than just a trial. But nonetheless, I am looking forward to reading this.

The Steerswoman’s Road, Rosemary Kirstein. I have heard so many good things about these books from lots of different people. And I have started reading this volume but it’s been so long since I’ve picked it up I’m going to have to start over again. I am, however, totally happy that there will be e-book editions of these soon! Maybe I’ll throw this in my bag for my Memorial Day weekend trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains (I’m taking a train–I’ll have plenty of time for reading).

What’s in your To Be Read pile? Or what are you looking forward to reading? Let us enable each other!