Showing posts with label authors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label authors. Show all posts

Friday, September 02, 2016

#30Authors: Sarai Walker on LADIVINE

Sarai Walker on LADIVINE by Marie NDiaye

#30Authors is an event started by The Book Wheel that connects readers, bloggers, and authors. In it, 30 authors review their favorite recent reads on 30 blogs in 30 days. It takes place annually during the month of September and has been met with incredible support from and success in the literary community. It has also been turned into an anthology, which is currently available on Amazon and all author proceeds go to charity. Previous #30Authors contributors include Celeste Ng, Cynthia Bond, Brian Panowich, and M.O. Walsh. To see this year’s full line-up, visit www.thebookwheelblog.com/30authors or follow along on Twitter @30Authors.

I love to read literature in translation, particularly from France, but over the past several years I’ve been remiss in keeping up with the latest books. Ladivine, the new novel by French author Marie NDiaye, makes me realize what I’ve been missing.

The best way to read Ladivine is to know very little about it in advance, which makes reviewing it tricky. Part of the pleasure of the novel comes in the unexpected and sometimes shocking ways it unfolds. Without giving too much away, the novel focuses on three generations of women: Ladivine, an immigrant to France from an unnamed, presumably African country; Ladivine’s daughter Malinka, who changes her name to Clarisse; and Clarisse’s daughter, also named Ladivine. The story begins with Clarisse, who grows up embarrassed by her mother, a kind-hearted woman who works as a maid. The novel is in part a meditation on race and colonialism, but these issues are never addressed explicitly. We learn that Clarisse’s mother is black, that her unknown father is probably white, and that Clarisse is able to pass as white, but the reader is left to figure out all this on her own.

Clarisse derisively refers to her mother as “the servant,” and she does her best to escape her mother and reinvent herself with a new identity. She marries and has a daughter; both her husband and child think she was orphaned when she was young. Clarisse secretly visits her mother once a month and helps financially support her, treating her in an outwardly cold and cruel way, but inside feeling tortured over her feelings for the sad, abandoned woman who raised her.

No one in Clarisse’s new life really knows who she is, and when she finally decides to reveal her true self, the consequences change the lives of everyone around her. In the most compelling part of the book, we meet Clarisse’s daughter, now an adult, who doesn’t even know she has a grandmother for whom she is named. While on vacation in an unnamed, tropical country — presumably the one from which her grandmother came — she finds herself in bizarre, dream-like, sometimes violent circumstances that she doesn’t understand, which threaten to consume her.

This novel is strange, and it will likely be a struggle for anyone who can’t embrace its dark, beautiful, mesmerizing strangeness. It incorporates elements of magical realism, and can be disorienting, which is part of its power. The first part of the novel is written in a cold, abstract style, which mirrors Clarisse’s personality, but one of my favorite things about this book is the way it shifts to different characters’ points of view and immerses the reader in each of their worlds. The novel starts off as one kind of book, and ends up as something far different.

Ladivine is my introduction to NDiaye’s work, and I’ll certainly be reading through her backlist now, beginning with her previous novel, Three Strong Women, which won the Prix Goncourt, France’s most prestigious literary prize.

Sarai Walker is author of the novel Dietland. Her articles have appeared in national publications, including the New York Times. She earned her MFA in creative writing from Bennington College and her PhD in English from the University of London. She is currently a visiting professor of creative writing at the University of Memphis.

Follow Sarai Walker on social media including Facebook, Twitter, and her website

Thursday, December 10, 2015

#AMonthofFaves: New Author Discoveries

This post should really be called "all the authors I finally read this year." For the most part, I already knew about these folks, but this was the year I finally got off my duff and read them. I am delighted to have officially "found" them for myself!

Be sure to share your 2015 new author discoveries on your own blog (or Instagram, or Twitter, or the List App...just tag #AMonthofFaves) and rock out with my co-hosts for this event, Tamara from TravelingWithT.com and Tanya Patrice from Girlxoxo.com!

Roxane Gay can do no wrong, in my humble opinion. I've been following her on Twitter for ages, and I started Bad Feminist in 2014, but I finished Bad Feminist AND read An Untamed State in 2015, and it is ON. I will read anything she writes.

Megan Mayhew Bergman's short story collection, Birds of a Lesser Paradise, has been on my TBR for a longggg time. I didn't pick it up until her newest collection, Almost Famous Women, came out this year. I loved Birds, and I'll be reading Almost Famous Women for sure.

Kelly Sue DeConnick is a bad ass bitch. And I mean that in the most flattering, meaningful way ever. She can WRITE and she provokes all the feels and thoughts. I love Bitch Planet, I love Pretty Deadly. I just want to curl up inside her head and soak up her brand of awesome.

Claudia Rankine is moving. Citizen: An American Lyric rocked my world this year with its vignettes, playful form, and exploration of race in America.

Sherman Alexie is another author I've put off reading forever. Everyone seems to love him, but the plots of his books never really spoke to me. But then I picked up The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian and I GOT IT. Oh, did I get it. Readable, funny, charming, multi-faceted. Made of win.



Who are your favorite new author finds of 2015?

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The Post-Birthday Blush! And David Sedaris!


What an awesome birthday I had. I really have the best bunch of family, friends, and online buddies around. But let's back up a step...


I turned 34 last Monday, and my husband has been taunting me with promises of an amazing gift for MONTHS. He's been positively gloating. As the day got closer and closer, he got gloatier and gloatier, until the moment finally arrived.

The verdict...

BEST LITERARY GIFT EVER. Two tickets to see David Sedaris speak last Tuesday.


The program was part of the Dallas Museum of Art's Arts and Letters Live series, and it took place at the AT&T Performing Arts Center in Dallas. They were really hardcore about not taking pics or video during the event, so unfortunately, all you get is a promo shot. Ha! 

From the moment Sedaris came onto the stage, he was absolutely hilarious. He read all unpublished material, one essay of which, "Leviathan," was especially touching in his warped, roundabout way. It'll be published soon in The New Yorker, if I'm remembering correctly. I'll share a link when I see it surface. 

He read for about an hour and a half, talked off the cuff quite a bit, and did a short Q&A with the audience. I've loved David Sedaris for ages, and now I love him even more. It just doesn't get any better than hearing him speak in person. 


But back to the actual evening of my birthday. David, Greyson and I had dinner with my mom. There were burgers, cake. Plenty of laughs. And then...the gift "from Greyson." A signed first edition of Naked! While there was a signing after Sedaris's speaking event, I was so dang tired, there was no way I was willing to stay until the early hours of the morning in line. Luckily, I don't have to feel bad since I already have a signature all my own. :) 

My husband is officially the King of Gifts. My mom is pretty close, as she gave me a very nice cash gift to go clothes shopping...one of my favorite things lately. And a big thank you to all of you who wished me well on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and elsewhere. You made me smile all day long. 







Thursday, September 18, 2014

#30Authors: Rene Denfeld on The End of Eve

30 Authors in 30 Days is a first of its kind event aimed at connecting readers, bloggers, and authors. Hosted by The Book Wheel, this month-long event takes place during September and features 30 authors discussing their favorite recent reads on 30 different blogs. There are also some great prizes provided by GoneReading.com and BookJigs. For the full schedule of participating authors and bloggers, visit The Book Wheel.

Author Rene Denfeld on The End of Eve by Ariel Gore



Rene Denfeld is an internationally bestselling author, journalist, and death penalty investigator living in Portland, Oregon. Her book, The Enchanted (Harper 2014), is short-listed for the esteemed 2014 Flaherty-Dunnan First Novel Prize.

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Someday, when I have enough wisdom, I will write a memoir.

I believe that to write a truly great memoir, you must have distance and acuity, honesty and pathos. You invite the reader in, much as a visitor to your home—and whether the couch is buckled and the springs poke, or if it is a grand mansion, they must feel welcome, secure, privy to your secrets and yet, like a child buckled into a rollercoaster, safe for the ride.

The best memoirs take readers on that ride in a way that illuminates, comforts and inspires, so by the end they are not just shaken, but informed.

The End of Eve is one of those memoirs.

Ariel Gore thought she had escaped her mentally ill mother, whose epic tantrums had gotten her banned from three cab companies. But then one day her mother shows up in her home, calmly announcing she is dying of lung cancer.

Who is left to care for her? Ariel. And she does, in a journey that is honest, painful, and almost absurdly, heartbreakingly funny. Far from being made noble with impending death, Ariel’s mother—like most of us—only becomes more herself, which those who have dealt with a mentally ill family member know is no picnic in the park. At one point Ariel is forced to unfriend her mother on Facebook. “Did I really just unfriend my dying mother?” she bemoans.

This is a memoir without a smidge of self-pity. But it comes with huge servings of empathy: for her mother, and most importantly, Ariel herself.

The redemption in this slim book is not the redemption of remorse, but the redemption of acceptance, which is so much easier for us to obtain, because we can give it to ourselves.

Someday, when I do have enough wisdom, I may write that memoir. And when I do I will look to Ariel Gore to show me the way. I have a feeling we have a few stories to share.

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Interested in The End of Eve? You can learn about Ariel Gore by following her on Twitter. Or, you can purchase the book now here or here. 

You can also learn more about Rene Denfeld by liking her on Facebook, following her on Twitter, or purchasing her book here or here.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

So, I Met Neil Gaiman...

It's a long recap, but this is how it went. The night I met Neil Gaiman...




The will call window opened at 5:30, the lobby was set to open at 6 and the event started at 7pm. We arrived at the Majestic Theatre right around 5:20 and the line was starting to wrap around the building. We jumped in, and ended up being in good shape. We got our tickets and copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane at 6:00 and since we had VIP tickets, we got to choose any seats in the first five rows. We were in row 2 with only one row and the orchestra pit between us and NEIL!





1,500 people attended. It was in a huge theater so it was impressive to look back and see full balconies for an author's reading. The event was late starting because there were still people in line trying to get in and seated. 

It began about 7:30. Gaiman gave some background insight into the writing of The Ocean at the End of the Lane and expressed that Dallas is special to him in relation to this book because he finished drafting it in Dallas coffee shops while his wife was mixing her album with a producer here. 

Before he started reading, he warned us to check and make sure our cell phones were silenced because, "It's Texas and someone might shoot you." He read from one of the opening chapters of Ocean, and it was just lovely and funny and wonderful. Buttery English accent and all. 

Next, he did Q-and-A. There was a super-thick stack of questions. Someone asked why he wears so much black, and he expounded on the fact that black clothes always match. :) 

I can't remember all the questions--I have the retention of a peanut--but there were lots of laughs. The last question in Q-and-A was from a 10-year-old girl who asked which of his books is his favorite. He said right now it's The Ocean at the End of the Lane because it's so personal to him. But he said he has a new book coming out in September, and that one will probably be his favorite when it comes out.

And that was a great segue, because he READ FROM THE UPCOMING BOOK!!! He said he couldn't help himself because since this is his last tour, he wouldn't have the chance to read from it in a setting like this again. He said the Majestic Theatre was so beautiful it was a perfect setting to read in and he wanted to do the voices. 



The new book, called Fortunately, the Milk, is about the heroic things dads do. Namely, going out to get milk for their kids' cereal whenever it's necessary. After the father in the book has been delayed, he expounds to his children about how he was abducted by aliens, snatched by pirates, and flew in a hot air balloon with a stegosaurus. But fortunately, he still had the milk. 

It was AWESOME. His voices are so dang cute. Many many laughs. 

So after the readings and the Q-and-A ended, they started tagging the books for the signing and giving out wrist bands. We were the second row to go back and get signed. Unfortunately, there were no posed photos because of the sheer amount of people in attendance. I think they assumed more people would leave and not stay for the signing, but they obviously don't know Neil Gaiman fans and Neil's marathon devotion to signing.

The approach.

So we went through the line. David took pics of my approach. I got Ocean inscribed to David and I, and The Graveyard Book was signed.

CONVERSATION!
I thanked him for taking the time to sign and told him he was a trooper to sign for so many people. His response,"I'm flattered that so many people have come out." I also thanked him for reading from the new book and he totally stopped what he was doing and glowed! He said, "Oh I just couldn't help myself. I had to do it. The theater is beautiful and I love doing the voices."

Signing, signing, signing...
We were done and on our way home by 9:30, but according to his Twitter, the signing ran until 2:23am. He broke David Sedaris's record for a previous year's appearance. 

So yeah. High as a kite was me! I love him even more in person, and I ADORED The Ocean at the End of the Lane. It's my new fave, hands-down. 

To learn more about the genesis of this novel, read the story from the Dallas Morning News


Have you met any authors? How was your experience? This was only my second time!



Find my video gushing about this book and meeting Neil Gaiman below!






So, I Met Neil Gaiman...

It's a long recap, but this is how it went. The night I met Neil Gaiman...




The will call window opened at 5:30, the lobby was set to open at 6 and the event started at 7pm. We arrived at the Majestic Theatre right around 5:20 and the line was starting to wrap around the building. We jumped in, and ended up being in good shape. We got our tickets and copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane at 6:00 and since we had VIP tickets, we got to choose any seats in the first five rows. We were in row 2 with only one row and the orchestra pit between us and NEIL!





1,500 people attended. It was in a huge theater so it was impressive to look back and see full balconies for an author's reading. The event was late starting because there were still people in line trying to get in and seated. 

It began about 7:30. Gaiman gave some background insight into the writing of The Ocean at the End of the Lane and expressed that Dallas is special to him in relation to this book because he finished drafting it in Dallas coffee shops while his wife was mixing her album with a producer here. 

Before he started reading, he warned us to check and make sure our cell phones were silenced because, "It's Texas and someone might shoot you." He read from one of the opening chapters of Ocean, and it was just lovely and funny and wonderful. Buttery English accent and all. 

Next, he did Q-and-A. There was a super-thick stack of questions. Someone asked why he wears so much black, and he expounded on the fact that black clothes always match. :) 

I can't remember all the questions--I have the retention of a peanut--but there were lots of laughs. The last question in Q-and-A was from a 10-year-old girl who asked which of his books is his favorite. He said right now it's The Ocean at the End of the Lane because it's so personal to him. But he said he has a new book coming out in September, and that one will probably be his favorite when it comes out.

And that was a great segue, because he READ FROM THE UPCOMING BOOK!!! He said he couldn't help himself because since this is his last tour, he wouldn't have the chance to read from it in a setting like this again. He said the Majestic Theatre was so beautiful it was a perfect setting to read in and he wanted to do the voices. 



The new book, called Fortunately, the Milk, is about the heroic things dads do. Namely, going out to get milk for their kids' cereal whenever it's necessary. After the father in the book has been delayed, he expounds to his children about how he was abducted by aliens, snatched by pirates, and flew in a hot air balloon with a stegosaurus. But fortunately, he still had the milk. 

It was AWESOME. His voices are so dang cute. Many many laughs. 

So after the readings and the Q-and-A ended, they started tagging the books for the signing and giving out wrist bands. We were the second row to go back and get signed. Unfortunately, there were no posed photos because of the sheer amount of people in attendance. I think they assumed more people would leave and not stay for the signing, but they obviously don't know Neil Gaiman fans and Neil's marathon devotion to signing.

The approach.

So we went through the line. David took pics of my approach. I got Ocean inscribed to David and I, and The Graveyard Book was signed.

CONVERSATION!
I thanked him for taking the time to sign and told him he was a trooper to sign for so many people. His response,"I'm flattered that so many people have come out." I also thanked him for reading from the new book and he totally stopped what he was doing and glowed! He said, "Oh I just couldn't help myself. I had to do it. The theater is beautiful and I love doing the voices."

Signing, signing, signing...
We were done and on our way home by 9:30, but according to his Twitter, the signing ran until 2:23am. He broke David Sedaris's record for a previous year's appearance. 

So yeah. High as a kite was me! I love him even more in person, and I ADORED The Ocean at the End of the Lane. It's my new fave, hands-down. 

To learn more about the genesis of this novel, read the story from the Dallas Morning News


Have you met any authors? How was your experience? This was only my second time!



Find my video gushing about this book and meeting Neil Gaiman below!






Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

No spoilers. I would NOT do that to you. 

It's a rare thing for me to fire up my computer at night. A rarer thing for me to write a review immediately upon finishing a book. The rarest thing to write a review late at night when I have to go to work the next day. All of these rarities are converging tonight because I've just finished a book that was so good, so utterly fulfilling, that if I don't write about it right now, I know I won't sleep well. Maybe not much at all. 

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, is one of those rare books that I want to re-read immediately as I turn the last page. In short, a new favorite is born! Neil Gaiman's latest book--a very short book at only 178 pages--is filled to brimming with heart and soul and warmth and terror. It's just an amazing book. 

From Goodreads: Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn't thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she'd claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.

Forty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this farm at the end of the road. Like a fuse on a firework, his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways. The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly incomprehensible to a little boy. And Lettie—magical, comforting, wise beyond her years—promised to protect him, no matter what.


You may have seen me gushing on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram about meeting Neil Gaiman on Monday night. While I would love to tell you about that event, it'll have to wait until tomorrow. My thoughts on this book simply cannot wait. 

First, you should know, I've never been an obsessed Neil Gaiman fan. I first read his work when I picked up American Gods years and years ago. Not long after its publication. While I was in love with the premise, I can't say that I enjoyed the book that much. The same thing with the first volume of Sandman. I found it a bit of a slog, in fact. It wasn't until I picked up Coraline, and later The Graveyard Book, that I really felt the magic in Neil Gaiman's writing. It's a warm, cocoony feeling. Of being enveloped. Of being a participant in a damn fine tale. 

The Ocean at the End of the Lane took my favorite things about my prior readings of Gaiman's work and perfectly encapsulated them in one concise, heartfelt story. At only 7 years of age, our nameless protagonist is someone I automatically pull for. Any child put through an adventure of terror and uncertainty has my heart. 

It was also the Hempstock women that captured my imagination. If the name sounds familiar, Gaiman wrote about Eliza Hempstock, the "witch" buried in the Potter's Field in The Graveyard Book, and in this novel we meet Old Mrs. Hempstock, Ginnie, and Lettie. And they were all stunning, wonderful, mysterious characters. 

This book is so hard to explain, and so hard to describe without giving much away. Just know that it's full of adventure, uncertainty, and magic. Myth and mystery. Perhaps what I love most about Gaiman's writing is that he makes the reader work for it. He lets his mysteries remain mysteries. There were times I'd read a page and wonder, "Do I even know what the hell he's saying?" It's not all served up on a silver platter. What are the Hempstock women? Where did they come from? How do they know all the things that they know? 

Not all of the questions are answered, for the protagonist, and certainly not for us. It's one of the many reasons I'll re-read this book in years to come and--hopefully--fall in love with it all over again. There will never be another chance to read it for the first time, but I hope to grow closer to it, learn more from it, become bosom friends with this book from now on. 

If you'd like some additional insight into this beautiful novel, read Neil Gaiman's wife's--Amanda Palmer's--review of the book and their marriage. There are no spoilers, and it's a stunning insight into Gaiman's most personal work to date. 


Pub Date: June 2013
Publisher: HarperCollins
Format: Hardcover
ISBN: 9780062255655
Source: Purchased by me. 

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

No spoilers. I would NOT do that to you. 

It's a rare thing for me to fire up my computer at night. A rarer thing for me to write a review immediately upon finishing a book. The rarest thing to write a review late at night when I have to go to work the next day. All of these rarities are converging tonight because I've just finished a book that was so good, so utterly fulfilling, that if I don't write about it right now, I know I won't sleep well. Maybe not much at all. 

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, is one of those rare books that I want to re-read immediately as I turn the last page. In short, a new favorite is born! Neil Gaiman's latest book--a very short book at only 178 pages--is filled to brimming with heart and soul and warmth and terror. It's just an amazing book. 

From Goodreads: Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn't thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she'd claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.

Forty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this farm at the end of the road. Like a fuse on a firework, his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways. The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly incomprehensible to a little boy. And Lettie—magical, comforting, wise beyond her years—promised to protect him, no matter what.


You may have seen me gushing on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram about meeting Neil Gaiman on Monday night. While I would love to tell you about that event, it'll have to wait until tomorrow. My thoughts on this book simply cannot wait. 

First, you should know, I've never been an obsessed Neil Gaiman fan. I first read his work when I picked up American Gods years and years ago. Not long after its publication. While I was in love with the premise, I can't say that I enjoyed the book that much. The same thing with the first volume of Sandman. I found it a bit of a slog, in fact. It wasn't until I picked up Coraline, and later The Graveyard Book, that I really felt the magic in Neil Gaiman's writing. It's a warm, cocoony feeling. Of being enveloped. Of being a participant in a damn fine tale. 

The Ocean at the End of the Lane took my favorite things about my prior readings of Gaiman's work and perfectly encapsulated them in one concise, heartfelt story. At only 7 years of age, our nameless protagonist is someone I automatically pull for. Any child put through an adventure of terror and uncertainty has my heart. 

It was also the Hempstock women that captured my imagination. If the name sounds familiar, Gaiman wrote about Eliza Hempstock, the "witch" buried in the Potter's Field in The Graveyard Book, and in this novel we meet Old Mrs. Hempstock, Ginnie, and Lettie. And they were all stunning, wonderful, mysterious characters. 

This book is so hard to explain, and so hard to describe without giving much away. Just know that it's full of adventure, uncertainty, and magic. Myth and mystery. Perhaps what I love most about Gaiman's writing is that he makes the reader work for it. He lets his mysteries remain mysteries. There were times I'd read a page and wonder, "Do I even know what the hell he's saying?" It's not all served up on a silver platter. What are the Hempstock women? Where did they come from? How do they know all the things that they know? 

Not all of the questions are answered, for the protagonist, and certainly not for us. It's one of the many reasons I'll re-read this book in years to come and--hopefully--fall in love with it all over again. There will never be another chance to read it for the first time, but I hope to grow closer to it, learn more from it, become bosom friends with this book from now on. 

If you'd like some additional insight into this beautiful novel, read Neil Gaiman's wife's--Amanda Palmer's--review of the book and their marriage. There are no spoilers, and it's a stunning insight into Gaiman's most personal work to date. 


Pub Date: June 2013
Publisher: HarperCollins
Format: Hardcover
ISBN: 9780062255655
Source: Purchased by me. 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

A Victorian Celebration and an E-Book Happy Dance

I'm so thankful to Allie over at A Literary Odyssey for hosting A Victorian Celebration over the course of June and July. I've been in a mode of reading contemporary fiction lately, and the push to read Victorian lit brought me to The Secret Garden.

Even though I had issues with the ending of that one, it was a great reading experience and I was reminded of what I love most about Victorian lit: the atmosphere!

While I don't think I'll get around to more Victorian novels before July is over, my appetite is officially whetted. Here are some of the books I'm keen to tackle throughout the rest of the year (and probably spilling over into next year).

North and South
A Tale of Two Cities
The Woman in White
Heather and I have decided we'll tackle Gaskell for our next classic buddy read. Neither of us have ever read Gaskell and a number of you on Twitter assure us that North and South is the place to start!

I read A Tale of Two Cities when I was 17, and it's high time for a re-read. As much as I loved it back then, I'm almost certain I'll appreciate it even more now.

The Woman in White has been sitting, unloved and unfinished, on my Nook for ages. Well, I do sort of love it already even though I never got around to finishing it. This is high priority, people!


Finally, Heather introduced me to Girlebooks.com ages ago. But I'm kind of a bonehead sometimes and I hadn't explored its full glory until recently. Now that I understand and appreciate it, I've downloaded QUITE a few e-books. Not all Victorian by any stretch, but awesome and written by some kickass women. Behold...

Daddy Long Legs by Jean WebsterThe Enchanted Castle by E. NesbitGirl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-PorterMemoirs of Court of Marie Antoinette by Madame CampanRoast Beef, Medium by Edna Ferber
And the best part is that many of these beauties are free! And they come in a variety of formats to suit your e-reader. I'm really excited and can't wait to download more! Note: I also got my copy of North and South from the site. Woohah!


Have you read any Victorian lit lately? How about great books by women writers?


A Victorian Celebration and an E-Book Happy Dance

I'm so thankful to Allie over at A Literary Odyssey for hosting A Victorian Celebration over the course of June and July. I've been in a mode of reading contemporary fiction lately, and the push to read Victorian lit brought me to The Secret Garden.

Even though I had issues with the ending of that one, it was a great reading experience and I was reminded of what I love most about Victorian lit: the atmosphere!

While I don't think I'll get around to more Victorian novels before July is over, my appetite is officially whetted. Here are some of the books I'm keen to tackle throughout the rest of the year (and probably spilling over into next year).

North and South
A Tale of Two Cities
The Woman in White
Heather and I have decided we'll tackle Gaskell for our next classic buddy read. Neither of us have ever read Gaskell and a number of you on Twitter assure us that North and South is the place to start!

I read A Tale of Two Cities when I was 17, and it's high time for a re-read. As much as I loved it back then, I'm almost certain I'll appreciate it even more now.

The Woman in White has been sitting, unloved and unfinished, on my Nook for ages. Well, I do sort of love it already even though I never got around to finishing it. This is high priority, people!


Finally, Heather introduced me to Girlebooks.com ages ago. But I'm kind of a bonehead sometimes and I hadn't explored its full glory until recently. Now that I understand and appreciate it, I've downloaded QUITE a few e-books. Not all Victorian by any stretch, but awesome and written by some kickass women. Behold...

Daddy Long Legs by Jean WebsterThe Enchanted Castle by E. NesbitGirl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-PorterMemoirs of Court of Marie Antoinette by Madame CampanRoast Beef, Medium by Edna Ferber
And the best part is that many of these beauties are free! And they come in a variety of formats to suit your e-reader. I'm really excited and can't wait to download more! Note: I also got my copy of North and South from the site. Woohah!


Have you read any Victorian lit lately? How about great books by women writers?


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Forays Into American Lit: Henry Roth

When I dreamed up this bloggy romp through my favorite American literature, Henry Roth was at the forefront of my mind. First, a little backstory...

In 2006 or so, I took a class on American Modernism. Don't make the mistake I made and refer to "contemporary" novels as "modern." The two were interchangeable in my head until a prof corrected me over nachos (there was also a vodka tonic). BUT, as I was to learn, Modernism is a distinctive movement in literature and the arts: 
American modernism like modernism in general is a trend of thought that affirms the power of human beings to create, improve, and reshape their environment, with the aid of scientific knowledge, technology and practical experimentation, and is thus in its essence both progressive and optimistic.
This is also another term for the Jazz Age, Roaring 20s, whatever you want to call it. If you love authors from this era, you're a lover of American Modernism. I *heart* American Modernism so hard, I just wanna pinch its cheeks!


But back to Roth. In the Modernism class, we read a ton of good stuff: Fitzgerald, Cather, Wharton, Dreiser. But I think Henry Roth was the biggest surprise to me. The biggest Roth in American literature is Philip Roth (The Human Stain, Portnoy's Complaint, American Pastoral, The Plot Against America). Henry Roth is quite different (far older, less masturbation). He's also quite an enigma. Here are a few bullet points from his bio:

  • Born in Tysmenitz near StanislawowGaliciaAustro-Hungary  (now known as Tysmenytsia, near Ivano-Frankivsk, Galicia, the Ukraine) in 1906
  • Began his life in New York in 1908
  • Roth lived in the slums of the Lower East Side until 1927, when, as a senior at City College of New York, he moved in with Eda Lou Walton, a poet and New York University instructor who lived on Morton Street in Greenwich Village
  • Call It Sleep was published in December 1934, to mixed reviews. It underwent a critical reappraisal after being republished in 1964.
  • Roth began a second novel but growing ideological frustration and personal confusion created a profound writer’s block, which lasted until 1979 (!!!!)
  • With the onset of World War II, Roth became a tool and gauge maker.
  • He later worked as a woodsman, a schoolteacher, a psychiatric attendant in the state mental hospital, a waterfowl farmer, and a Latin and math tutor.
  • Roth died in Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States in 1995.

He published eight books in total, but WHAT A LONG BREAK!


Now, admittedly, I was bad about not finishing my reading by deadline in grad school. There was a lot of beer to be consumed from week to week, so I did what I could. But I will always remember the moment Call It Sleep grabbed me by the hair. I'm not usually much for American immigrant fiction (it just doesn't grasp me the way other themes do), but this one was spectacular. I was working in the campus Writing Center the day of class and I was scrambling to finish by class time. Our professor was notorious for calling us out to analyze and wax poetic about the week's reading. Socratic method! I was always super nervous so I was bound and determined to finish the damn book. 


And it happened. Not only was I keen to finish it out of obligation, I had been grabbed. The characters were compelling, the plot was compelling, the writing was out of this world. And I was lying under a table in the Writing Center break room begging my colleagues to leave me alone. They were sympathetic, so they did, thinking I was just worried about getting verbally nailed in class. 


But obviously, Call It Sleep made quite an impression on me. And it's a book I'd dearly like to re-read sooner than later. Henry Roth is a memorable figure for me not only because of his great writing, but also because he seems such an odd, complicated character. Read his biography -- his was quite a life!


Have you read Henry Roth? Have you ever heard of him? 

Forays Into American Lit: Henry Roth

When I dreamed up this bloggy romp through my favorite American literature, Henry Roth was at the forefront of my mind. First, a little backstory...

In 2006 or so, I took a class on American Modernism. Don't make the mistake I made and refer to "contemporary" novels as "modern." The two were interchangeable in my head until a prof corrected me over nachos (there was also a vodka tonic). BUT, as I was to learn, Modernism is a distinctive movement in literature and the arts: 
American modernism like modernism in general is a trend of thought that affirms the power of human beings to create, improve, and reshape their environment, with the aid of scientific knowledge, technology and practical experimentation, and is thus in its essence both progressive and optimistic.
This is also another term for the Jazz Age, Roaring 20s, whatever you want to call it. If you love authors from this era, you're a lover of American Modernism. I *heart* American Modernism so hard, I just wanna pinch its cheeks!


But back to Roth. In the Modernism class, we read a ton of good stuff: Fitzgerald, Cather, Wharton, Dreiser. But I think Henry Roth was the biggest surprise to me. The biggest Roth in American literature is Philip Roth (The Human Stain, Portnoy's Complaint, American Pastoral, The Plot Against America). Henry Roth is quite different (far older, less masturbation). He's also quite an enigma. Here are a few bullet points from his bio:

  • Born in Tysmenitz near StanislawowGaliciaAustro-Hungary  (now known as Tysmenytsia, near Ivano-Frankivsk, Galicia, the Ukraine) in 1906
  • Began his life in New York in 1908
  • Roth lived in the slums of the Lower East Side until 1927, when, as a senior at City College of New York, he moved in with Eda Lou Walton, a poet and New York University instructor who lived on Morton Street in Greenwich Village
  • Call It Sleep was published in December 1934, to mixed reviews. It underwent a critical reappraisal after being republished in 1964.
  • Roth began a second novel but growing ideological frustration and personal confusion created a profound writer’s block, which lasted until 1979 (!!!!)
  • With the onset of World War II, Roth became a tool and gauge maker.
  • He later worked as a woodsman, a schoolteacher, a psychiatric attendant in the state mental hospital, a waterfowl farmer, and a Latin and math tutor.
  • Roth died in Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States in 1995.

He published eight books in total, but WHAT A LONG BREAK!


Now, admittedly, I was bad about not finishing my reading by deadline in grad school. There was a lot of beer to be consumed from week to week, so I did what I could. But I will always remember the moment Call It Sleep grabbed me by the hair. I'm not usually much for American immigrant fiction (it just doesn't grasp me the way other themes do), but this one was spectacular. I was working in the campus Writing Center the day of class and I was scrambling to finish by class time. Our professor was notorious for calling us out to analyze and wax poetic about the week's reading. Socratic method! I was always super nervous so I was bound and determined to finish the damn book. 


And it happened. Not only was I keen to finish it out of obligation, I had been grabbed. The characters were compelling, the plot was compelling, the writing was out of this world. And I was lying under a table in the Writing Center break room begging my colleagues to leave me alone. They were sympathetic, so they did, thinking I was just worried about getting verbally nailed in class. 


But obviously, Call It Sleep made quite an impression on me. And it's a book I'd dearly like to re-read sooner than later. Henry Roth is a memorable figure for me not only because of his great writing, but also because he seems such an odd, complicated character. Read his biography -- his was quite a life!


Have you read Henry Roth? Have you ever heard of him? 
 
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