Maine Musings: Books & More

ON THE MAINE COAST

After the humidity and heat of Florida, the Maine coast is a welcome change—even when you have several days of gray skies, continual fog, and temperatures that don’t climb out of the 60’s.   We’re on an island here and that means it’s more susceptible to foggy, misty conditions. Sometimes just going across the bridge into town brings one into sunshine. The other day town was foggy too, but farther inland in Damariscotta we were plunged into warmth, even heat. There it was bright sun, humid and 85 degrees!

Our days here are punctuated by hours of reading, dinners with friends, bingeing on The Americans, and the occasional special activity such as a craft fair, the library’s annual book and bake sale, or the house and garden tour, an always enjoyable peek at how others live. The Chief Penguin and I each have projects. We’re both spending time weeding our online photo collections and deleting both duplicates as well as lesser photos. I also brought with me one of the many handwritten journals I’ve kept over the years and am transcribing it on my laptop for posterity—or at least for our son and granddaughters. It’s a jaunt down memory lane for sure. This one is from 1990 and although that sometimes seems like recent past, it’s actually more than 25 years ago! 

Finally, I’ve been tracking the box of books I mailed from Florida on July 8th. It’s been to Jacksonville, FL twice, three times to Springfield, MA, and now is on its second stop in Jersey City, New Jersey, all while supposedly on its way to Maine!

Frustrated, I belatedly put in an e-mail query about it and then I talked to an authoritative woman in the local post office. She said the address entered (I’m assuming this was done by the woman at my local substation) was my home address, not Maine! She and another postmistress are trying to get it out of its loop-de-loop travels and delivered here. Fingers crossed! Update—it finally arrived at the local post office after its two week journey and I am delighted to have my lost books.

ON THE SMALL SCREEN

Crime in the Shetlands

I’ve recently been immersed in an excellent crime series set in the rugged Shetland Islands, appropriately titled, Shetland. Detective Inspector Jimmy Perez is a widower with a teenage daughter who works with Tosh (Alison McIntosh) and Sandy, two junior detectives. Also starring in this thoughtfully produced series is the stunning scenery. Cliffs and peat and simple shingle and stone buildings against a backdrop of serious sea and gray skies. Most episodes are two-partners and you get the flavor of the culture and a sense of life in this isolated rural environment with the ferry the lifeline to the mainland. I find the character of Perez in particular to be very well drawn. He’s a detective with a mission to solve the latest murder, but he’s got a compassionate soul.

RECENT READING

Mishap in Saudi

Thanks to the extensive mystery section at Bookstore 1 Sarasota, I picked up this first detective novel by Zoe Ferraris published in 2008. Entitled Finding Nouf, it’s set in Jeddah and the nearby desert. Desert guide Nayir ash-Sharqui is asked by the wealthy Shrawi family to help locate their missing teenage daughter, Nouf. He knows the family quite well and is friends with Othman, one of Nouf’s many brothers. What is most fascinating about this mystery is its depiction of this segregated Muslim society where women’s lives are cloistered and separate from the world of men. This is a challenge for Nayir in his investigation which is somewhat overcome as he becomes acquainted with lab technician, Katya Hijazi, an independent career woman, who can provide entrée and insights. Author Zoe Ferraris was briefly married to a Saudi man and lived in Saudi Arabia for a time. This was a Washington Post Best Book of the Year and is the first of three mysteries set there.  (~JW Farrington)

The Muse by Jessie Burton

This novel was on a display labeled beach reading at Longfellow Books in Portland. I was aware of Burton’s earlier novel, The Miniaturist, so decided to take a chance on it. Like other historical novels, it links characters from two different time periods, in this case London in 1967 and Spain in 1936. Olive Schloss is a young English woman living in Spain who becomes friendly with Isaac Robles, a painter and a political activist and his sister Teresa, who adopts the Schloss family and works as their housekeeper. Like Isaac, Olive also paints, but is extremely reluctant to share her art.

Odelle Bastien is from Trinidad and has been in London for five years. She gets hired by a prestigious art institute and is mentored by a quixotic older woman named Marjorie Quick. Odelle brings to the attention of the institute a painting thought to be by Isaac Robles and finds herself immersed and enmeshed in a net of secrets and deceptions.

Well researched, and intricately plotted with a myriad of relationships and liaisons, The Muse explores questions of creativity and ambition midst tangled love and desire. Why is Olive so determined not to have her name on her work? Is it simply her reluctance as a woman at that time? What price does she pay for her love for Isaac? Can Teresa be seen as evil? I found this an engrossing book even though I sometimes found it hard to accept the characters’ motivations.  (~JW Farrington)

Note:  All photos ©JWFarrington (some rights reserved)

Thoughts on Summer Reading

SUMMER READING

Like the proverbial “eyes bigger than her stomach,” I always have ambitious plans for how many and which books I will read over the summer.  Several stacks of them in fact.  They are a mix of novels, mysteries, biography, and general nonfiction.  And I have aspirations of re-reading some classics like Austen’s Persuasion and the last three novels in Galsworthy’s Forsyte Saga.  Then I stock up on books in paper (can’t read everything on my Kindle, what fun is that?) and every year for the past several, I’ve posted a box of said books to our Maine address.

I also confess to getting carried away and purchasing bunches of bargain-priced novels for the Kindle.  It’s far too easy to be seduced by the daily e-mails from BookBub, Bookperk, Harper Collins and Random House of titles one shouldn’t miss.  Finally, I succumb and treat myself to one or two literary works from my ever growing Kindle Wish List.  All in all, sufficient reading for many months, perhaps years!

What are your summer reading plans?  You can comment below.

LATEST READING

 The Wizard of Lies:  Bernie Madoff and the Death of Trust by Diana B. Henriques 

While the details of the financial maneuvering and chicanery Madoff indulged in were beyond my understanding, I found this a chilling read.  Made me want to re-check my own financial advisor’s credentials (subsequent conversation with said advisor was most reassuring!) Painstakingly detailed, the book gripped me and I read it quickly, mostly for the timeline and scenario of how his lying and scheming developed and who of his team was complicit.  I would have liked more probing analysis of Madoff’s psyche and his early life.  The book was made into a movie which I’ve not seen.

A House among the Trees by Julia Glass

I have read every one of Julia Glass’s previous five novels and enjoyed them all, some a bit more than others.  And I had the pleasure of seeing and hearing her at a reading in a Bay Area bookstore several years ago.  I found this new novel, A House among the Trees, equally satisfying. Her works are not heavily plot driven, and some readers might find the pacing slow as the characters are revealed through their conversation, their thoughts and their own writing.

Glass has a fondness for the theater and at least one earlier work had elements of the theater and performance in it.  Here we have an award-winning aging children’s book author, Mort Lear, mostly keeping close a secret from his childhood, and a handsome boldface actor, Nicholas Greene, who will play Mort in an upcoming film.  Both of these characters have well developed public faces, facades that protect who they really are.  Linking these two is Tomasina Daulair, a middle-aged woman who has, in essence, given over the entirety of her adult life to serving Mort.  She is coordinator of his daily life, protector of his privacy, negotiator with his publisher and fans and yet neither lover nor wife.  When Mort dies before Nicholas gets to meet him, Tommy becomes the guide to Mort’s life.  In the process, she and Nick learn new things about themselves as they deliberately or inadvertently shape Mort’s legacy along with their own futures.  I like Glass’s writing a lot; to me it’s rich and juicy, full of yummy detail.

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.