The Literary Life

 

TIMELY FILM—The Wife
I read Meg Wolitzer’s novel of the same name, but I think the film version of The Wife is better. Glenn Close gives a stellar performance as Joan Castleman, the dutiful, somewhat subservient wife of literary rockstar and new Nobelist, Joe Castleman. With just the slightest change in expression, Close portrays a whole range of suppressed emotions from anger to frustration, boredom, and puzzlement. Only once does she really erupt into a violent outburst and that is quickly transformed into the actions of a caring spouse.

As the couple proceeds through arriving in Stockholm and all the press and trappings leading up to the actual Nobel ceremony, it is clear that all is not hunky-dory in the marriage nor in their relationship with writer son David. Through flashbacks we see undergrad Joan, who has talent as a writer, and her mentor professor Joe and then the early years of their marriage. In Joan’s beginnings as a writer lies the crux of this too timely film. Also very well played is aspiring biographer Nathaniel who is like a pesky fly that keeps returning. Well worth seeing!

READING—THE LITERARY LIFE
A Life of My Own by Claire Tomalin
Before reading her memoir, I knew of Claire Tomalin primarily as a biographer as I’ve read hers of both Jane Austen and Thomas Hardy. Before she discovered her calling as a chronicler of other’s lives, Tomalin had a successful career as first a reader of manuscripts, a writer of book reviews, and then most significantly, as a literary editor at a number of notable publications including the Sunday Times.  

British by birth, her mother was a musician and composer and her father held posts with the United Nations and other NGOs. As a child, she was exposed to good literature, theater, and opera and in her youth and adulthood became acquainted with many of the literary luminaries of the time.  In short, her intellectual life was rich in culture.

Her personal life, however, had its challenges, particularly during the riotous 1960’s. Her first husband, Nick, was charismatic and an accomplished reporter, journalist and TV broadcaster, but also unreliable and regularly unfaithful.  Her youngest son was born with spina bifida and one of her daughters suffered from severe depression.  Left a widow with young children in the 70’s, she initially cobbled together a series of part-time jobs and kept on going with determination.

While Tomalin shares some thoughts about these tragic events, she is not the most revealing of memoirists. Her book at times reads like a diary of all the meetings, assignments, conferences, and lunches she took part in with a host of boldface names. Perhaps because I am interested in what goes into the business of book publishing and reviewing and the journals associated with it, I found these details mostly fascinating and, consequently, the book held my attention. Others might find this aspect tedious.

Nonetheless, Tomalin succeeds in portraying what it took for a woman of her generation (born in 1933) to carve out a rewarding career and, ultimately, to craft a happy second marriage. She is generous toward her friends, both old and new, and seldom spiteful. For another view, see the excellent one in the August 23 issue of the Wall St. Journal. (~JWFarrington)

OF LIBRARIES AND BOOKS
While visiting my Chapel Hill sister, we stopped by her local library, Chatham Community Library. What was interesting to me is that it is a hybrid library, a combination academic library for the community college and a library for the general public. It’s a new building and a very attractive one! I chuckled at some of the end-of-the-stacks posters and thought that the faux fireplaces were a nice touch.

 

We also paid a visit to one of our favorite bookstores in North Carolina and that’s McIntyre’s at Fearrington Village. As usual, I succumbed to a book for myself as well as a few for my granddaughters. Tired of browsing, the Chief Penguin and my brother-in-law made themselves comfortable on the bench outside.

Note:  All photos ©JWFarrington (some rights reserved).  Header photo is the interior of the Chatham Community Library.

On the Road: Tar Heel State

 

North Carolina was a large source of tar, pitch and turpentine for many years and around the time of the Civil War became known as the Tar Heel State and its inhabitants Tar Heelers.  Tar was used to coat the bottom of boats and a large amount was exported to England.  Initially, the term was a derogatory one, but later was adopted favorably as the state’s and its residents’ nickname.

We spent a week in North Carolina at Thanksgiving. We didn’t see any tar or turpentine, but did enjoy touring the Reynolda House in Winston-Salem, country home of A. J. Reynolds of tobacco fame and his wife Katharine.  Katharine was a very progressive woman for her time (1920’s) and she oversaw the building of the home, the creation of a school for the workers, and the beginnings of a village.  At one time, 300 families lived on the estate.  Unfortunately, she died in childbirth and barely spent any time here.   The house is impressive—bungalow style with an expansive main room featuring double staircases and an Aeolian organ plus garden rooms, porches, a jazzy red and white lower level bar cum entertainment space, and a stunningly gorgeous swimming pool!  The bungalow movement emphasized fresh air for good health and the porches and patios are designed to promote it. There are also extensive gardens, most of which were dormant, but a few rose blooms and cabbage heads remained and the conservatory showcased seasonal poinsettias and a few bromeliads.

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The featured exhibit, The Artist’s Garden: American Impressionism and the Garden Movement, 1887-1920, is a very pleasing collection of paintings.  Some familiar names here, Childe Hassam, for example, but mostly not works we’d seen anywhere else.  Organized by the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts in Philadelphia, it is worth seeing.

 

Central North Carolina has a lot of clay and has been a locus for pottery since the 1700’s.  Seagrove, south of Greensboro, and the surrounding area abound with studios open to the public.  We were there the day before Thanksgiving so many studios were closed, but we took advantage of the North Carolina Pottery Center to get oriented and see samples of about 80 different potters’ work. We then visited three studios and vowed that we needed to return for a full day to leisurely tour the area.  As you can see, I prefer the more contemporary designs.

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Bookstores for Book Lovers

I’m a longtime connoisseur of bookstores, particularly independent ones.  I have my favorites in the U.S. and even a few in the U.K.  In my opinion, a good bookstore smells of paper and ink, is light on the non-book miscellaneous merchandise (note cards are fine), has nooks and corners where you can linger and browse, offers a comfortable chair or two, and is laid out more like a maze than an array of aisles.

In Durham, we re-visited The Regulator Bookshop, a favorite haunt for at least 30 years. Located in the bustling 9th Street business corridor, The Regulator is scruffy in a good way.  There is a side room off the main area devoted to magazines and greeting cards, an open area with tables of books and books on shelves, a raised area for kids’ books, and a very welcoming long banquette. Many years ago, I spent several hours in that spot reading to my young son while our car was being repaired.  Downstairs, where once there was a coffee bar, there is now a space for events surrounded by used books and remainder titles.  Overall the store is inviting and always lively with readers of all ages.

A more recent addition to my list is McIntyre’s Books in Fearrington Village (near Chapel Hill) where for ten years or so, we’ve whiled away an occasional hour or two.  It’s more genteel than The Regulator which, considering its clientele of largely retirees, makes sense.  The store is carpeted and feels like being inside a home.  There are multiple rooms (one devoted to books for children through teens), another with a fireplace and comfy chairs, and yet another in the back packed with mystery books.  There are appealing displays of the latest titles and staff recommendations along with a focus on local and regional fiction and nonfiction.  I always find something to buy—usually too many “somethings!”

Book of the Week

I just finished Colum McCann’s latest work, Thirteen Ways of Looking, which is a collection of one novella and several short stories.  Not only is McCann an elegant stylist who makes every word count, he is accessible and witty and portrays his characters with compassion and understanding.  The title novella beautifully captures the thought processes and asides of a retired judge as he reflects on his career and negotiates lunchtime conversation with his favorite waiter and his fragile son.  And I thought the last story of a damaged nun, an outlier who is revisited by past trauma, was brilliant.  The New York Times included this title among its 100 notable books of the year.

Header image:  Discovery Room at the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh

(All photos copyright by JWFarrington)