In the quotidian tides that struggle against balance, one sad item washed out to sea is my time to pause and record the things I have read and seen and done. A summary will have to suffice, playing here the part of ersatz analysis. Yesterday I was at a conference in which I played a [...]
I’m jealous of Simon Winchester, which always leaves me in pouting mood when I read his books: He writes about the subjects I would write about, too, if I had my proverbial act together, with a multi-disciplinary elan reminiscent of wood-paneled studies, lairs of 19th century British men of leisure. I picture Winchester’s desk, as [...]
Charming. Enjoyable. Darling. Quaint. Manipulative? Trite?
Though the ultimate outcome of the book is obvious from a mile away, there are some pops and blasts in the middle of the story that did make me catch my breath. Guernsey’s captivating and mysterious idiosyncrasies are used to good effect as a foil to contrast with the mind-blasting violence of the war. Cue some horrifying scenes in German concentration camps and bombing raids in London. There’s nothing new here, but it’s still a bit of a shake-up.
Maybe it is because Wroblewski appropriated a storyline that is so robust that it cannot fail, or maybe it is that he is gifted: whatever it is, this novel is mercilessly compelling. It had me in its clenches to the last page, though its denouement was not brief. It was ceaselessly interesting. Things kept happening. But Wroblewski is more than a plot man–there were passages of enviable beauty (that is, I wish I could write like that).
Here’s a book that has infiltrated popular culture to a certain extent for over 150 years. I’ve seen derivative movies, ridden themed amusement rides, shouted ‘All for one…!’ during heated moments. But I’d never read the book itself.
Sure, I can check it off of my ‘well read’ list now. But the experience, though entertaining for the most part, left me wondering exactly what the big deal is about this novel.
In my previous post, I talked about some online resources that I used when working on overcoming my fear of flying. This post looks at some of the books and audiobooks I read, as well as some I saw reference to (but didn’t read). Flying without Fear by Duane Brown This book, brought to you [...]
This isn’t the first time I’ve read this book, but it is the first time I’ve read it with an eye to notice Steinbeck’s drama-like structure. Almost entirely dialogue and scene description (stage instruction, as it were), this novella is more of a play than was initially obvious to me. As such, being dialogue-driven and narrative-sparse, this is not my favorite Steinbeck by a long sight.
Absorbing and quietly magical, with scads of feminine energy and colonial oppression. An interesting work when paired against Allende’s master work, The House of Spirits, which I read within a month of this novel. Allende chooses appealing patterns for her characters, giving us something that is both an easy pleasure and a satisfying literary read.
I find the confluence of human and geographical history to be fascinating, and one of the best examples of that is pre-Columbian American cultures, and the hints the different societies left us. The Northern Paiutes of Central/Southeastern Oregon did not use stone-based architecture, and their nomadic lifestyle meant fewer long-established civic centers to leave obvious [...]
Woven with the ageless mystique of Nordic myth and the wistful complexities of families, Sunley’s debut novel aches with something that notches it into the truly compelling. Her prose is wiser than her rookie status would suggest, echoing with cadences and feminine woe reminiscent of Joyce Carol Oates.
From the archive, a few random posts that you might not have seen before.