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Tidy Tidbits: Film, Art & Vanessa

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FILM

I recommend Far from the Madding Crowd!  Beautiful countryside, beautifully filmed, and Carey Mulligan is a lovely Bathsheba, intelligent, definite and almost elfin.  And the men—Francis Troy has the required rakish dark hair and eyes, Boldwood (don’t you love Hardy’s choice of names!) is older, but not as sinister seeming as in the novel, and Gabriel Oak, well, he is all that the hero is supposed to be—strong, silent and ever reliable.  I prefer this version to the earlier one starring Julie Christie.  A good romantic film to get lost in!

ART IN SARASOTA

I believe that part of having a successful retirement life is creating something new or at least exploring and experiencing different activities and events.  My spouse and I call this aspect, “the frolic phase,” and we have developed gradations of frolics from micro to mini to mega. Frolics range from dinner at a new restaurant to a museum visit to a full-blown trip like the 5-week one we took to Asia.

This past week, we had what I’d term a mini frolic.  We had been to John and Mable Ringling’s mansion, Ca d’Zan, at Christmas time, but never to the Ringling Museum of Art.  We have now remedied that and were quite impressed.  The Ringlings’ personal art collection, which was bequeathed to the state of Florida upon John Ringling’s death in 1936, is primarily made up of Renaissance and pre-Renaissance religious art, mainly by Italians, but there are representatives of Dutch, French and Spanish artists as well. They are hung in a series of wood-paneled galleries, each of a different wall color, in the original building.  The building itself is modeled on an Italian villa with a bronze copy of Michelangelo’s David looming over the courtyard and is worth seeing.

The addition of the Ulla and Arthur T. Searing Wing provides a contemporary museum space for traveling and temporary exhibits and we got caught up in “Re-Purposed,” sculpture and other art created from trash and cast-off items.  I would also note that we had the pleasure of meeting the late Mrs. Searing several years ago. She was then 92, elegantly dressed and very  proper.  We conversed over tea and Pepperidge Farm cookies on her balcony high up overlooking Sarasota Bay.

NEW BOOK 

Vanessa Bell about 1910 & Virginia Woolf, 1902 [by George C. Beresford/Hutton Archive
Vanessa Bell about 1910 & Virginia Woolf, 1902
[by George C. Beresford/Hutton Archive]
I dashed through Priya Parmar’s new novel, Vanessa and Her Sister, and was simply captivated!  This is Vanessa Bell and Virginia Woolf, but with the attention on Nessa as she was called.  Parmar has created a chatty diary for Vanessa and her dated entries are interrupted by letters and postcards from other family members and friends (Virginia and Nessa to Violet Dickinson and Dorothy Snow,  Lytton Strachey and Leonard Woolf to each other).  The four Stephen siblings, who had lost both their parents and their half sister Stella, were extremely close and formed a tight little social group which was enlivened by close friends dropping by for their Thursday evenings.  The novel makes clear the steadying influence Vanessa had on Virginia and how much Virginia needed and wanted her attention.  Nonetheless,  death, madness,  Clive’s courtship of Vanessa, and betrayal all conspire to disrupt the balance and seeming harmony of the group..

These are 20 and 30-something writers and artists who, without Facebook or texting, are aiming to be successful in their endeavors and falling in and out of love with potential life partners, be they male or female.  Parmar brings their unconventional social milieu to life—so much so that I felt as if I were there and well acquainted with Vanessa.  It is probably helpful to know something about these noteworthy and ultimately famous individuals (I did, being a fan of the Bloomsbury Group), but even if you don’t, their story and their issues of artistic creation and love of all kinds will engage you.  I didn’t want the book to end.

Booknote: Shanghai Jazz & Montana Misery

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WHAT I’VE READ RECENTLY

Nicole Mones is an engaging writer.  Her background includes running a textile business importing wool from China, something she did for 18 years which means she writes knowledgeably and convincingly about that society and its culture.  Several years ago I read her novel, The Last Chinese Chef.  I absolutely loved this book, recommended it to friends and gave it as a gift.  It combined complex characters, food, and an exotic setting in an intriguing mélange of history and romance.  Like a good meal, it was very satisfying.

Recently, I immersed myself in the music scene of 1930’s Shanghai.  In Night in Shanghai, her newest novel, Mones portrays the African American musicians who were lured from the U.S. to be a part of the jazz craze in that more racially tolerant environment.  The central character, Thomas Greene, has his own black jazz orchestra and a big house, but falls in love with an indentured Chinese woman who is also a member of the Communist Party.  Events unfold as Hitler’s tyranny is devastating Europe and Shanghai becomes a safe place for Jews.

There are more minor characters in this novel and more political strands (parties and officials) to keep straight so I had to pay closer attention to the details while reading.  In the process, I learned a great deal about some of the lesser known aspects of this time period (including a grand plan to harbor Jewish refugees) and am now poised to read another of Mones’ earlier works.  You can see and hear her talk about how this book came about at a recent appearance at the Poisoned Pen Bookstore in Scottsdale, AZ.

Song, (note her name) the love interest in Night in Shanghai is trapped and bound to her master with no ability to come and go as she pleases.  In Smith Henderson’s novel, you might say that all the characters are trapped by something, be it poverty, addiction, or a dysfunctional home scene.  And yet, within these constraints, they exercise what they perceive to be their rights, be it flaunting authority, distrusting the government, abusing someone, or just plain drinking to excess, again and again.  Fourth of July Creek is a long and challenging novel set in 1980 in the small towns and woods of rural Montana.

Pete Snow, a social worker, grapples with families and children whose lives are messed up and messy.  His own life is in pieces too —his wife took up with another man, his 13 year old daughter who lives with her has run away, his brother is out on parole, and he finds solace in drink.  Two of Pete’s cases take center stage as he monitors brother and sister Cecil and Katie’s foster home placement and struggles to get proper help for Benjamin, the untamed son of fundamentalist Jeremiah Pearl.  Father Pearl distrusts everyone, is half crazy, and seemingly has been acting out on the wrong side of the law.  Running in parallel and underneath these situations are Pete’s multi-state search for Rachael, his missing daughter, and a series of interviews with her.  One can debate if these interspersed interviews add to or detract from the novel as a whole.

Henderson is sympathetic to all his characters.  I found I liked Pete despite his shortcomings and eventually saw another facet of the angry, violent Jeremiah that provided some explanation for his behavior.  This is Henderson’s first novel.  While I think it is longer than it needs to be, in language that is painstakingly crafted and honed, it paints a grim and graphic picture of rural poverty and desperation.  The book is on the New York Times Book Review’s “100 Notable Books 2014” as well as being named the best book of the year by several critics.  I wouldn’t go as far as they did, but I cared enough about Pete and the fate of Cecil and Benjamin to plough through.

Tidy Tidbits: Reading & Red

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READING

There was a column about reading in the  recent Wall Street Journal Report: The Future.  I was pleased to see this, but think that Walter Mosley could have made a stronger case overall for the value of reading.  Nonetheless, he did write the following:  “There’s nothing like reading.  That interpretation through the nonconcrete medium of words fosters creativity in almost every bookworm.  Basic imaginative talent is cultivated by reading, and that process cannot be replaced or lost because, we, as long as we are human, will always have words and thoughts, pains and ecstasies, that must be expressed.”   So cheers for the bookworms, may they flourish!

In an innovative approach to encouraging reading and making books readily available, the San Francisco Public Library this month is launching a book bike. Called Spoke & Word, it will show up at Giants’ baseball games, farmers’ markets, parades, and other community gathering places.  Just another example of the vision and creativity of my west coast friends.  Congratulations!  [The photo is from the library.]

MEMENTOS OF RED

My mother loved the color red.  In her younger days, she wore a lot of red.  Over the years, she amassed a collection of red glass.  Her picture window ledges were lined with small red objects—goblets, birds, vases, pitchers, and even a red apple—most of them gifts from family and friends.  At Christmas, she reveled in decorating her house and her tree with as much red as possible, everything from red ornaments to red poinsettias to wreaths and swags, always with a red bow.

Now my mother is gone, but she lingers on in the scattering of red in my house.  A necklace of tubular red wooden beads interlaced with silver discs from Finland; a lovely pinkish-red silk scarf with ribbons of black; a delicate clear glass hummingbird ornament with red wings and tail; a carved wooden cardinal ornament; a small glass pitcher with a wide mouth and a yellow handle; a round Chinese lacquer box.  These items are imbued with memories:  of good times, of travels, of holidays spent together, of family.  Red has become my color too.

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Booknote: Mysteries of Character

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GEMMA, MAISIE, AND CLARE

My mother devoured mysteries.  I think when she was raising her four children they were pure escape.  She would read a Crime Club mystery in an evening and then read several more over the rest of a week—all of that required frequent trips to the public library.  I am more selective in which mysteries I like, but I do have a few favorite authors whose series I follow.   These are mystery novels featuring women detectives with these characters evolving over time.  Reading them in the order they were published enables the reader to share in how a relationship, whether it’s with a work partner or a romantic interest, deepens and changes.  For me, this is much more satisfying than a one-off crime novel. The books in these series are also well written.  Each author came to writing after some other career and with considerable life experience and each has won multiple awards for her writing. So, here is my first batch of favorites—for those who know me, there aren’t any surprises!

Deborah Crombie grew up near Dallas, Texas, lived in the U.K. with her first husband, a Scotsman, and then returned to the U.S. and Texas.  She loved England and her contemporary mysteries are set there and feature the Scotland Yard detective team of Duncan Kincaid and Gemma Jones.  The first books focused on Duncan, but then their relationship developed.  They became partners in life and often work together, whether officially or unofficially, on their cases.

The novels are rich with the complexities of children and stepchildren, ex-spouses, unreasonable bosses, challenging colleagues, and yes, murders with few clues.  One of her most recent titles which I just read and enjoyed is The Sound of Broken Glass.  There are at least 17 titles in the series—hard for me to believe I’ve read that many!

The Maisie Dobbs mystery novels by Jacqueline Winspear are mostly set in England in the period from WWI into the 1930’s.  Maisie is a psychologist and private investigator and a somewhat quirky woman taking advantage of the winds of social change.  Author Winspear was born and raised in the U.K., immigrated to the United States in 1990, and now lives in the San Francisco Bay area.  Several years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting her briefly when she was also a guest at an author lunch.

I find Winspear’s evocation of this earlier time in history to be fascinating and believable.  Besides Maisie, her other characters—Maisie’s father, her mentor Maurice, and her friend James Compton—come off the page and I find myself savoring the details of their lives and their interactions.   Currently, I’m reading the very latest Maisie Dobbs, A Dangerous Place, this one set in Gibraltar.

Unlike the other two writers, Julia Spencer-Fleming has always lived in the U.S. and has not strayed too far from home.  She grew up in Plattsburgh, NY as an army brat, went to law school and then practiced law before becoming a successful writer.  She now lives outside Portland, Maine.  Her main character, Clare Fergusson, is undoubtedly one of the more unusual detectives.  An ordained Episcopal priest, Clare has her own church in a small upstate NY town, and previously was a helicopter pilot in the army.  The town of Millers Kill is almost as much of a character as police chief Russ Van Alstyne with whom Clare collaborates.

Almost every book title is a phrase from a Protestant hymn and some chapter titles too, but don’t be put off, there is some church politics in the mix, but these are not preachy tomes.  One aspect of Spencer-Fleming’s work I particularly admire is her willingness to tackle contemporary issues within the context of a murder mystery, be it abandoned babies or the struggles of returning veterans.  You may find, as I do, that her stories stay with you.  One such for me was One Was a Soldier published in 2011.