Reading Round-up & Favorites: 2017, Apr.-June

READING ROUND-UP–2017, April through June

Here are the books I’ve covered in this blog in the past three months.  Followed by my top five favorite books so far this year.  Happy reading!

MYSTERIES

In this Grave Hour by Jacqueline Winspear

NOVELS

Flight Patterns by Karen White

Georgia by Dawn Tripp

Glory over EverythingBeyond the Kitchen House by Kathleen Grissom

The Heart by Maylis de Kerangal

Signs for Lost Children by Sarah Moss

The Women in the Castle by Jessica Shattuck *

MEMOIRS

Guesswork:  A Reckoning with Loss by Martha Cooley *

NONFICTION

No One Cares about Crazy People:  The Chaos and Heartbreak of Mental Illness in America by Ron Powers

FIVE FAVORITES FOR 2017

Two of my five favorites for the first half of this year are asterisked above:  The Women in the Castle (historical novel with complex characters) and Guesswork (an exquisitely drawn memoir of reflection).  The others are:

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead, an inventive and compelling historical novel about slavery.

Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult, an absorbing and thought-provoking novel about racism by a popular author.

Before the Fall by Noah Hawley, a thriller about the back stories of the passengers on a doomed flight, great for the beach!

Note:  Book photo from wired.com; header photo of cordyline plant ©JWFarrington (some rights reserved).

Celebration & Reflection

PRIDE AND MEMORY

This is the weekend that Gay Pride parades take place in New York, San Francisco and other cities, cause for celebration.   But, it also seems fitting to mention the relatively new New York City AIDS Memorial.  Located in the West Village at the intersection of W. 12th Street, 7th Avenue and Greenwich Avenue, it was just dedicated in December 2016.  Over the years, more than 100,000 New Yorkers have died of AIDS.  

The former St. Vincent’s Hospital (1849-2010), located here, had the first and the largest AIDS ward on the east coast.  It’s a hospital with a laudable history as it treated survivors of the Titanic shipwreck (1912) and victims of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire (1911).

The memorial is situated on St. Vincent’s Triangle and consists of a circular water feature in the center framed by an open slanted metal canopy whose grid incorporates a symbolic repeating triangle pattern.  Inscribed in the pavement are words from Walt Whitman’s poem, “Song of Myself.”  The imagery is powerful, the place peaceful.

  

BOOK OF THE WEEK

Guesswork:  A Reckoning with Loss by Martha Cooley

I was immediately immersed in Cooley’s memoir and caught up in life in the small Italian village she and her husband retreat to for a caesura, a pause in their lives, of 14 months.  Cooley is on sabbatical and has a novel to complete, but she views this as unplanned time and space to reflect on the deaths over the past decade or so of eight dear friends.  Many of them died of illness too soon and others died by their own hand.  Alongside this reflection on lives lost, runs the thread of her mother’s fragile health and impending demise.  Her mother is approaching ninety and has been blind since Cooley was a child, but her blindness is an undiscussed, even un-referred to topic which puzzles this daughter.

The memoir is a series of richly detailed short essays which started life as journal entries.   You learn about the feral cats and the resident dogs in the village and about il professore who owns the nearby castle and is the closest thing to village royalty.  You get a sense of Cooley’s Italian husband and their warm and mutually fulfilling marriage.  You also share in her self-questioning and her doubts about her writing and her accomplishments.

Cooley is also a poet as well as a novelist and her writing is very lyrical.  She is attuned to nature’s creatures and to the sounds, or lack thereof, that comprise the fabric of this stretch of time.  I liked her inclusion of Italian words and phrases (some not translated) and of lines of favorite poets (T.S. Eliot, e.g.).  I admired her candor in describing relationships, particularly with her mother, calling it one of her FFFRs, fraught female familial relationships.  A lovely book in so many ways.

Note:  All photos ©JWFarrington except that of Martha Cooley from her publisher’s website.

On Screen & On the Page

FILMS AND BOOKS. From a daring adventurer (Gertrude Bell) and a fictional newly minted doctor, Ally Moberley, to a grief stricken father and son and devastated parents to murder and Belgian emigres, I’ve covered a lot of ground in my recent filmgoing and reading.  Much of it has been in international settings too: Persia and the Middle East, England and Japan and also Paris.  A lot of heavy stuff, but some of it (the latest Maisie Dobbs mystery) just enjoyable. A real potpourri!

FILM FARE

Letters from Baghdad

Gertrude Bell was a most remarkable woman. She, more than anyone else including T.E. Lawrence, was responsible for carving out the borders of what became Iraq and for establishing the Iraq Museum to house its antiquities. She traveled on her own to then Persia and other countries in the Middle East becoming knowledgeable about the lands and the native peoples. And she wrote several books.

After WWI, the British government hired her to work with them, the lone woman among powerful senior officials. Many of them had little regard for her initially, but she worked closely with Sir Percy Cox, High Commissioner for Mesopotamia, who was both mentor and protector. Brusque, arrogant and strong-willed, hers was a challenging personality. Thwarted in love, she maintained her close ties with her parents and wrote them wonderful letters.

What is amazing about this film is not only what it reveals about this accomplished, but less well known woman, but the fact that it makes use of very early archival films and is based on her letters and diaries and a biography by Janet Wallach.   The film is in black and white and Tilda Swinton is the voice of Gertrude Bell. Besides portraying a fascinating woman, it’s an absorbing history lesson.

Dean

This is a sweet film written by and starring Demetri Martin. It’s a portrait of male grief as a father and his adult son mourn the loss of their wife and mother. Both are somewhat lost souls, the son more so than the father. The father, affectingly played by Kevin Kline, decides to sell the family home, a decision upsetting to son Dean. Dean is an illustrator, formerly engaged to Michelle, who escapes NY for a job interview in Los Angeles. It’s not really his scene, but he stays with a friend, parties, and is attracted to Nicky, a charming young woman.

The film could have been tighter and shorter, but is worth seeing for how this father and son communicate or don’t. It’s different than how women do it. One final note, the drawings are clever and funny or morbid and all done by Martin.

RECENT READING 

Signs for Lost Children by Sarah Moss

This historical novel from Britain is best read slowly. Set in 1878, it concerns the intertwined lives and separate careers of architect Tom Cavendish and newly minted medical doctor, Ally Moberley. They marry just before he goes on assignment to Japan to oversee building a lighthouse. She, fascinated by diseases of the mind, starts work in an insane asylum in the English countryside. In alternating chapters, Moss presents what each of them is doing. They write letters, but their time apart is long and their young marriage fragile.

Moss’s writing is sensitive and nuanced and she is skilled at capturing the vagaries of weather and scenery and how they echo or inform Ally and Tom’s perceptions of themselves. I found the novel both moving and poignant.

 

The Heart by Maylis de Kerangal

Set in Paris and translated from the French, this is a beautifully written short novel about the death of a young man and all the steps from his accident to the transplantation of his heart. Covering the details of the accident and all of the people (doctors, nurses, technicians) whose lives and actions touch him afterward, it is intense, graphic, and matter-of-fact all at once. The sentences are long and almost unending as they unfurl, and the paragraphs few.

You, the reader, become acquainted with Simon’s parents in their moment of extreme distress and are privy to the medical policies and procedures that lead from them agreeing to donate his organs to the steps involved in making a match, to how the eventual heart transplant is carried out and to whom. I found this a hard novel to read despite its evocative writing.

In This Grave Hour by Jacqueline Winspear

The latest installment in Winspear’s Maisie Dobbs series is set in London just at the start of WWII as England declares war on Germany.  Private investigator Maisie is recruited to investigate the death of a railway worker who also happens to be an immigrant from Belgium.  He came over as a youth during the previous war and stayed to make his life in Britain. Other deaths, presumably also murders, occur and the search for answers widens.

The slate of characters, Maisie’s office staff Billy and Sandra, her friends Priscilla and Lady Rowan, and the detectives and inspectors, McFarlane and Stratton, are familiar from earlier books, but Winspear is good at providing a bit of backstory for new readers. These are mysteries that unfold slowly and precisely, made enjoyable by the force of Maisie’s personality and her fond adherence to the precepts she learned from her mentor Maurice. Good choice to take to the beach.

Note:  Header image at Brooklyn Botanic Garden ©JWFarrington; all other images are from the web, courtesy of PBS Learning Media, French Embassy, and Moss and Winspear’s own websites.

Suncoast Scene: Pages & Plates

This week brings you my thoughts on a wonderful novel and a round-up of local restaurants, mostly casual ones.

SERIOUSLY GOOD FICTION

The Women in the Castle by Jessica Shattuck.  I saw an ad for this book in the NY Times’ book review section and then one of my favorite booksellers said she thought it would become as big as All the Light We Cannot See.  That clinched it; I added it to my wish list, received it as a birthday gift, and was not disappointed.  Set in Germany after WWII, it’s about several of the widows of those who resisted Hitler and unsuccessfully plotted his death.

Marianne is the ring leader and organizer, a woman of strong principles and moral clarity, someone who sees the world primarily in black and white.  She rescues and gathers round her in her family’s dilapidated castle, the much younger Benita, widow of Marianne’s dear friend from childhood, Connie, and Benita’s son Martin, as well as Ania and her two boys who have been in a displaced persons camp.  Life is difficult in postwar Germany, food is scarce, and their world views and experiences turn out to be quite different from each other’s.  This leads to tension and misunderstandings.

Shattuck’s novel is compassionate and nuanced and simply beautiful.  She makes it possible to understand and empathize with each of these women and to see ourselves in Marianne’s righteousness and her all too human, knowing and not knowing.  I found the following passage especially moving, as many years later, Marianne reflects on a night when the Russians burned their horse for food:

“The dark uneasy quiet of the castle, the flickering shadows of the fire, and outside, the suspended carcass of Gilda’s body.  She can hear the crackle of sparks and the strange sounds of men’s voices gathering into a low and otherworldly song.  How grateful she had been to have Ania beside her—a fellow adult and human being, connected not through allegiance to any group or party or particular way of thinking but through the reality of the moment, through their shared will to get through the next hours, the next day, and the one afterward and through their shared determination to keep their children safe.

It is the great regret of her life that she lost this—no, that she forsook it.”

This is the best novel I’ve read so far this year.

MAGAZINE NOTE

For fans of Olive Kittredge, the May 1st issue of The New Yorker has a delightful piece about Elizabeth Strout’s attachment to Maine by Ariel Levy.

 

 DINING OUT

BRADENTON BISTRO

The Chief Penguin and I are discovering and re-discovering that Manatee Avenue West has a number of good restaurants.  In previous blogs, I’ve I mentioned Elodie (French) and Habanero’s Mexican Grill and Bar.  Last week we added EnRich Bistro to our list of must-returns.  John and Sue, Penn friends from Maryland, were vacationing in St. Pete and contacted us about getting together.  We met for lunch at EnRich and were delighted with the whole experience. 

We had been here some years ago under its old name, but the dining room was even more attractive than I recalled and very light and bright.  I sampled the salmon Caesar wrap special while the others enjoyed calamari salad, the signature Reuben, and their fish tacos.  The sweet hot wasabi vinaigrette on the salads was a hit.  As a treat, we indulged in a couple slices of their appropriately tart key lime pie.  Service was a tad slow, but wasn’t an issue since we were in relaxed mode with our friends.

SEAFOOD BY THE BAY  

Lately, it seems like every food or cooking magazine I pick up, there’s mention of the Seafood Shack in Cortez.  Soooo…since we’re eating out a lot due to some renovation work, we decided it was time to try it again.  Years ago we ate there and found it undistinguished.  This time we were more impressed.  We began with margaritas (they were part of a special promotion) and crabby nachos.  The nachos were a tasty twist on this standby with blue crab meat, queso fresco and scallions over a generous bed of multi-colored tortilla chips.  The C.P. liked his crab cakes and I found the Caesar salad acceptable, but thought the chicken nuggets on top somewhat lacking in flavor.  Other choices include grouper, burgers, shrimp and even some braised short ribs.  A storm was threatening rain so we took a table by the window.  On nicer days, outside would be preferable.

DOWN VENICE WAY

Sharky’s on the Pier

Sharky’s is an upscale restaurant on the second floor overlooking Venice beach and the Gulf.  The dining room is large and very attractive and, with plenty of window seating, you can watch the roll of the waves and see who’s in the water or on the pier.  

The lamb meatballs on a pita were excellent, our friend devoured every last leaf of his chicken and strawberry salad, and I sampled the shrimp boathouse salad.  I was a bit disappointed that the listed artichokes and feta cheese didn’t have a larger presence midst the greens.  The two shrimp on it were jumbo as stated, but, for the price, I think the salad merited at least three of them.  Overall it was very good with pleasant efficient service.   I’d happily return.

Notes:  All photos ©JWFarrington (some rights reserved).  Header photo is Venice beach.