Two Novels about Tragic Loss

I recently read two novels that, coincidentally, centered around tragic losses to the main women characters. This is, of course, an ancient and universal literary theme, but it never loses its dreadful fascination. We all have either suffered such losses, or can imagine, with great fear, the occurrence of such losses. "February" (Black Cat, 2009), by the Canadian writer Lisa Moore, tells the story of Helen, a woman widowed young by the sinking of an oil rig on which her husband worked. The book is a novel, but the Ocean Ranger oil rig disaster off the coast of Newfoundland in 1982 actually happened, and is eerily timely in light of the oil rig catastrophe in the news now. The novel alternates chapters on the horrible disaster with chapters on the same character and her family in the present (2008), when she finally finds happiness again. The second novel is "Every Last One" (Random House, 2010), by Anna Quindlen. In this one, the main character, Mary Beth, lives a very comfortable and mainly happy life, although she has some family worries. But in the middle of the novel, a shocking event occurs that devastates the family and almost destroys Mary Beth. Only very slowly is she able to bring herself back to any semblance of a "normal" life, although she will be marked forever by the tragedy. Both of these novels are very well-written; neither uses the central event of her book just for shock value. Both main characters are very believable and sympathetic, but complex and very human. "Every Last One" has a whiff of the "popular" novel, but Quindlen's writing keeps getting better with each novel. Moore is a new author to me, but because I am impressed by "February," I plan to read her other works as well.

Red Flag Words in Book Reviews

I make many of my decisions about what to read or not to read based on book reviews. Certain words and phrases are consistently red flags for me; when I see these in reviews, I almost automatically decide that a book is not something I want to read. Of course this is very individual; everyone's tastes are different and therefore everyone's red flag list would be different. A few such off-putting words and phrases from my personal list are as follows:
-science fiction
-fantasy
-thriller
-fast-paced
-hard-boiled
-action-packed
-noirish
-ominous
-nightmarish
-magical realism
-postmodern
-experimental

On the other hand, words and phrases that pique my interest include the following:
-character-driven
-well-developed characters
-women's lives
-marriage
-urban
-sophisticated
-witty
-funny
-social comedy
-drawing room comedy
-British
-Manhattan
-San Francisco

Cold, Creepy, and Claustrophobic

Brrrr! I thought I would go back to Iris Murdoch, after many years away from her, and see if I still had a slightly uneasy feeling about her novels. The answer is: Emphatically, Yes! I just finished "The Time of the Angels" (Viking, 1966) and found it cold, creepy, and claustrophobic. The characters are cold, even when they are ostensibly passionate, and to emphasize the cold, the weather in London is constantly freezing throughout the novel. The atmosphere in the house where most of the story takes place is creepy and claustrophobic, as are the main characters, especially the horrible - even evil - Carel, who controls all around him from his dark room. There are glimpses of human warmth in two characters, the Russian refugee Leo and the sad, orphaned housekeeper Pattie, but even they are so damaged by life and by Carel that they can't keep up that warmth for long. I have to say that I kept reading to the end, although I now often don't continue reading a book I don't like, so there was some psychological fascination that kept my attention. I was relieved, however, when it was over and I was released from the cold and the creepiness.

Birthday Wishes for a Great Reading Friend

My friend B. has a "big" birthday today -- Happy, happy birthday, dear B.! On 2/16/10, I wrote about my friend C., with whom I have been having book conversations for the longest. B. is a friend I have been discussing books with for almost as long: 35 years! B's and my typical get-together is a long lunch or afternoon tea, at which we discuss many things, always including books: what books we are currently reading, what we think about them, what we saw reviewed in The New York Times or The San Francisco Chronicle or elsewhere, which books other friends have recommended, which favorite novels we have returned to (yet again!), which books have been made into movies, whether the movies did justice to the books, and more. We often give or lend each other books, feeling happy when one has found "the perfect book" for the other. Our mutual love of literature is deeply woven into our long and close friendship. Again, dear B., have a wonderful birthday and a wonderful year!

"Mr. Bridge" - Trapped in His Time and Gender

On 5/3/10 I wrote about the book "Mrs. Bridge." Today I write about the companion book, "Mr. Bridge" (North Point Press, 1981; originally published 1969), by Evan S. Connell. The couple's story is now told from the husband's perspective. Mr. Bridge is the quintessential man of his time, the mid-19th century. He knows his duty as a man: to work hard and to support his wife and children. He takes pride in doing so, but he almost never expresses understanding or love to his wife, leaving her feeling lonely. He is austere, rigid, upright, or to use the 1960s term, uptight. He has a great deal of integrity, and tries to treat people well, yet he seemingly cannot help his somewhat racist and anti-Semitic attitudes, common at the time. He lacks imagination, but has occasional flashes of self-examination and self-knowledge. In "Mrs. Bridge," Connell showed us the way women were (are?) trapped in their roles; here he demonstrates that men were (are?) also trapped. Mr. Bridge sees no honorable way out: "Early tomorrow, I must get up again to do what I have done today. I will get up early tomorrow to do this, and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, and there is nothing to discuss" (p. 106). The novel ends rather heartbreakingly, as Mr. Bridge tells himself that "If he had once known joy, it must have been a long time ago"(p. 367). Connell's style in both novels is flat, almost matter of fact, and all the more devastating for it.

Serendipitous Literary Connections

One of the serendipitous pleasures of wide reading is the unexpected connections that I so often come across as I read. For example, on 5/11/10 I posted about the author Fanny Burney, and a couple of days later on a standardized test my students were taking, there was -- to my surprise -- a paragraph about Fanny Burney's novel "Evelina." Another example: Yesterday I was reading in Vanity Fair an excerpt from Christopher Hitchens' new memoir, in which he mentioned how much he and his writer friends were influenced by the poet Philip Larkin, and today I started reading Anna Quindlen's new book, "Every Last One," and found it began with a poem by Larkin. I also have a special place in my heart for Larkin because he was the one whose praise of Barbara Pym's work brought her books back into print; I hate to think of not having known Pym's wonderful, wry, and very English novels.

StephanieVandrickReads Slows Down

Dear Readers, I have been posting daily (with a couple of exceptions) on this blog for three and a half months, and have thoroughly enjoyed doing so. However, for reasons of time and other commitments, I have decided to post less frequently now. I will aim for approximately two to four times a week. I hope you will keep checking in regularly. Also, please tell your reading friends about the blog; one way to do that is to click the little envelope after a post, and forward the post by email to your friends; it's easy! And do comment, or if you prefer not to sign up to comment, please just email me directly (vandricks@usfca.edu) with any responses you have; I am always happy to hear your views on particular posts, or in general on books and reading. Thanks again for reading my blog! -- Stephanie