Brief Reports on Three Recently-Read Books by Te-Ping Chen, Joan Frank, and Dantiel W. Moniz

My recently-read books have been piling up, so I am going to “catch up” with very brief entries on three of these. First, Te-Ping Chen’s “Land of Big Numbers” (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2021) is a powerful and illuminating collection of stories about Chinese characters in China and as emigrants elsewhere. The portrayals are psychologically and culturally astute, and I felt that I learned more about China from these stories than in all the articles and books I have read about the country. (I am exaggerating, but only slightly.) The second book is by one of my longtime favorite (partly but of course not only because she is from Northern California!) authors, Joan Frank: the novel “The Outlook for Earthlings” (Regal House, 2020). This story of two lifetime friends, Mel and Scarlet, stretches from 1964 to 2013. The friends are very different, often misunderstanding each other, yet their lives are interwoven. Some readers of this blog will remember that I am drawn to stories about women’s friendships, and this one is emotionally gripping. A third recently-read book, a short story collection, is “Milk Blood Heat” (Grove Press, 2021), by Dantiel W. Moniz. It features young women of various backgrounds in Florida. The stories are intense and sharp-edged, as young women’s lives often are; the characters deal with family, bodily issues, racial issues, cultural differences, spirituality, and death. I highly recommend all three of these books.

RIP Robb Forman Dew

I was sad to hear, belatedly, that the author Robb Forman Dew had died on May 22, 1920, at the age of 73, of a heart problem. I read her first and perhaps still most famous novel, “Dale Loves Sophie to Death” (1981) when it came out, and later read her other novels. She is known for, as the New York Times obituary put it, her unhurried “carefully etched novels of family life” that made her “one of our premier chroniclers of everyday life.” Readers of this blog know that these kinds of novels are among my most cherished. Dew was raised in the South, and felt she was shaped by her time there. Her becoming an author was partially influenced by her maternal grandfather, the well-known poet and critic John Crowe Ransom, with whom Dew was close. As a young adult, she formed lifelong friendships with several women writers, including Gail Godwin, Nancy Thayer, Louise Erdrich, and Anne Tyler. Besides her novels, she wrote a memoir, “The Family Heart” (1994), about her and her husband’s reaction to one of her sons’ coming out as gay. I am truly sad to hear of Dew’s death, especially at this relatively young age. Forty years after reading Dew’s first novel, and having read her other novels as well, I am inspired to re-read some or all of them; they are now on my to-read list.

Tommy Orange is interviewed by Laleh Khadivi

A few days ago, I was fortunate to hear (virtually, of course) the novelist Tommy Orange interviewed by another novelist, Laleh Khadivi, at the university where I teach, the University of San Francisco. Orange is the author of the innovative, powerful novel “There There,” about urban Native Americans living in Oakland, California. I wrote about that novel here on 10/26/18. Laleh Khadivi is the Iranian-American author of “The Kurdish Trilogy” of novels; she teaches at the University of San Francisco. The event was originally supposed to be in person, but like so many other events, had to be postponed, and ultimately ultimately conducted on Zoom, because of the pandemic. Orange spoke candidly about his own background and about the writing of this novel, his first. He wrote that he didn’t really know what a novel was until he read the novels “The Bell Jar,” by Sylvia Plath, and “A Confederacy of Dunces,” by John Kennedy Toole. With both novels, he was impressed by the tragedy and the suicide, but also by the way the novelists created art, created something beautiful. These two novels provided a doorway into many other novels he then read, including by Kafka and Borges. (During the interview, Orange noted Khadivi’s books by Borges in the bookshelf visible behind her. I smiled when he mentioned this, as I, like many other readers, often try during Zoom calls to see what books are on other people’s bookshelves.). Orange spoke of the current moment of auto-fiction, fiction which is close to authors’ own lives, almost memoir. He said it was hard to balance his portraits of the characters in his novel, wanting to be clear and accurate, yet avoiding stereotypes about Native Americans. The two novelists discussed how writing a first novel provides a type of freedom that does not exist when writing ensuing novels, when the writer has to deal with all the expectations of readers and critics. But Orange said he felt he could write the (second) book he wanted to write, and in fact is in the process of writing, and wasn’t worried about whether it would be successful or not; he would be happy just to have written it. The two authors talked about how novels develop in writers’ minds, and how they determine the structure of their novels. They talked about the concept of “tribes,” and about unjust systems of power, both novelists having written about oppressed groups lacking power. Orange made the point that Native Americans want to be seen as nations, not just as American Indians. He said that they have been dehumanized, and in order to be rehumanized, they need their culture, their rituals, and their stories. This conversation between two terrific writers was quietly powerful, even revelatory, and I for one felt privileged to listen in on their discussion, and appreciated so much the level of openness and the insights they shared.

"I'll Be Seeing You," by Elizabeth Berg

Elizabeth Berg always writes beautifully about women’s lives, families, love, relationships, and so much more in her novels. I have just read her memoir about her parents’s old age, illness, and death, and it is as beautifully written as her novels, and all the more poignant for being Berg’s own painful family story. The memoir is titled “I’ll Be Seeing You” (Random House, 2020). It is a short book (under 200 smallish pages) but packed with a combination of realism and emotion. Berg says she wondered if it was acceptable to tell her parents’ intimate story in this way, but concluded that what happened in their lives, and the lives of their children, was something that happens to so many people, and is perhaps not written about in this candid way often enough. Berg herself is 70, as she notes, and her parents were in their late 80s and early 90s when the events of their story happened. So Berg is not only thinking of her parents’ decline, but is also reminded that her own struggles with aging will come in the not too distant future as well. Her father is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, and her mother – who was always dearly loved and taken care of by her strong and doting husband – is having a very difficult time adjusting. This comes out as a kind of simmering anger at her husband and at the situation, an attitude which bewilders him. Berg and her sister persuade her parents that they have to leave the house where they have lived for decades, and move into an independent living facility. The move is especially hard on Berg’s mother. Berg finds herself upset with her mother for not trying harder to adapt to the new situation. She and her sister have long gripe sessions about their mother. Yet of course they dearly love both parents; it is just that no one is happy with the developments, and no one quite knows what to do or how to feel. The memoir ends with both parents dying, first Berg’s father and then her mother. The parents and the daughters have by that time more or less adjusted to their evolving situation. But there is no glossing over the pain and difficulty of the situation for the whole family. Berg is very good at capturing the complexities and contradictions of everyone’s experiences and feelings. My family, like so many families, has had some experience with aging parents and of dilemmas related to aging, illness, and decline, and although the specifics of our stories are different, there are definitely common strands that resonate for me, and, I am sure, that resonate for many readers. There is no denying the often wrenching nature of the changes -- whether to a greater or lesser extent -- that old age brings, both for the aging people themselves and for their families. Berg's memoir provides no magical answers, but offers the validation and comfort of sharing common human experiences.

Two story collections: "Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self," by Danielle Evans, and "World Gone Missing," by Laurie Ann Doyle

Today I am writing briefly about two books of short stories that I have read recently. On 1/12/21, I wrote about how struck I was by the power and vividness of Danielle Evans’ 2020 short story collection, intriguingly titled “The Office of Historical Corrections.” I was so impressed by that collection that I obtained her earlier book of stories, “Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self” (Riverhead, 2010), and was equally impressed by it. By the way, those are both great titles, aren’t they? The 2010 book was blurbed as “stunningly confident,” “fearless,” and “bold,” and I completely agree with those assessments; those qualities stand out. The stories are mostly about young African-American women who experience various dilemmas. Even though the dilemmas often include common ones related to sex, pregnancy, and money, they are in no way predictable. The second short story collection I read recently is “World Gone Missing” (Regal, 2017), by Laurie Ann Doyle. The author lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, and her stories are set there (here, for me! And you know I always like San Francisco settings for fiction!). As the title implies, in each story someone is looking for someone else who is missing – a father, a brother, a friend, a lost love, a birth mother. The stories are sad, yet the feelings of the characters are more complex than just sadness; their feelings include frustration, loss, and even an unexpected sense of freedom. Both of these story collections are truly engrossing and thought-provoking, and I recommend both of them, even for those readers who don’t usually gravitate to short stories.

RIP Nawal El Saadawi

I write in tribute to the late, great Nawal El Saadawi, physician, writer, feminist, activist, advocate for women, who died on March 22, 2021, at the age of 89. Her work was pathbreaking in her own country, Egypt, as well as throughout the Middle East and the world. She was a brave woman, always speaking out her truth, even when it was dangerous for her. Among other indignities and frightening experiences that she suffered were being jailed by Anwar Sadat in 1981 for protests against the Egyptian government, as well as receiving death threats. She dared to write about women’s sexuality, including in her first book, “Women and Sex.” She fought social and religious restrictions put on women, including fighting against genital mutilation. Meanwhile she wrote over fifty works of fiction and nonfiction; her work was translated into over forty languages. She received many honors, including being on the cover of Time magazine. But she was never given honors in her own country, Egypt. I first read some of El Saadawi’s work in my college days, and as a woman and feminist, I was struck by, and so admired, her work. What a difference she made in the lives of so many women! Thank you, Nawal El Saadawi!

Two Mysteries: "One by One," by Ruth Ware, and "The Mystery of Mrs. Christie," by Marie Benedict

Regular readers of this blog may remember that I have had a lifelong on-again, off-again relationship with mystery novels. Some of my favorites as a young girl were the Nancy Drew books, and later most of Agatha Christie’s work, leading into the mysteries of Dorothy Sayers, Ngaio Marsh, and other British and Commonwealth authors. Still later I devoured the books of several California women authors that featured California women detectives, such as Marcia Muller’s Sharon McCone and Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone. Other favorite mystery writers over the years included Anne Perry, P.D. James, Elizabeth George, Jacqueline Winspear, Deborah Crombie, and so many more. I have read probably hundreds of mysteries over the years. But I have also had several long periods of being tired of mysteries and not reading them. After one such period, I recently picked up a couple. Unfortunately, neither was very satisfying. The first, “One by One” (Scout Press/Simon and Schuster, 2020), was my first book by the popular Ruth Ware. It plays on the theme and plot of Agatha Christie’s famous book “And Then There Were None,” and is expertly plotted. It takes place in an isolated ski resort in the French Alps, where the leadership of an English tech firm gathers. As a storm and avalanche shut them in, the tensions among the techies play out in deadly ways. It kept my attention, but there is something empty about the story and book, at least for me. In an unplanned connection, the other book in this genre that I read almost immediately after the first was Marie Benedict’s “The Mystery of Mrs. Christie” (Sourcebooks, 2021). This novel is an imagined version of a true story: Agatha Christie’s never-explained eleven-day disappearance. The author treats the absence as a mystery to be solved, and gradually gives readers background information that eventually leads to a somewhat satisfying if a little too cerebral resolution. The strong point of the book is its thoughtful insights into the characters’ motivations and emotions. But although I enjoyed this book much more than the first one, it didn’t make me want to start reading more mysteries again. Maybe in a couple of years…following my lifelong pattern…who knows when the yen for mysteries will reappear…