Saturday, November 19, 2016

8th Street Power & Light - Eric Shonkwiler



"There are a lot of secrets that go into making a world, Sam."

In Eric Shonkwiler's cool and gritty 8th Street Power and Light (MG Press, 2016) the author of the moving novel Above All Men once again explores the impact of apocalyptic events on the human soul. In 8th Street, the devastating aurora is in the recent past and rebuilding has begun. A small but determined group have reclaimed a city grid, working with whatever they have to restore a sense of order, give people jobs and housing, and keep the power on. It is a bleak and spare world, but these square blocks offer considerably more promise than the wasteland beyond.

Samuel Parrish returns to the city after a time away, exiled after a confrontation gone wrong ended in violence. He is welcomed back to the team as a security agent of sorts. He walks the city, street by street, policing for drug use and other criminal activity. But as he comes to know his city again, he also uncovers profound corruption that calls the morality of his community and its leaders into question. Parrish, anguished by what he discovers and who he finds responsible, embarks on a lone quest to set things right.

8th Street has aptly been described as noir, describing well the precision of Shonkwiler's writing, the setting of the novel, and the core of Parrish's character. Parrish is tough yet tender, righteous but violent. There are bars, fights and stand-offs, and Parrish never once loses his composure. It's a good read for style alone, but as in his last novel, the author also immerses the reader into a world and situations that compel her to consider larger questions of the human condition. Is corruption inevitable in every society? What trade-offs are acceptable in pursuing the greater good? It has been a few weeks since I finished reading, and have been letting my thoughts perk as - between hurricanes and elections - the real world is feeling a bit apocalyptic itself.  A good reading companion for uncertain times.

I received a complimentary copy of 8th Street Power & Light from the publisher. Happy reading!





Monday, October 10, 2016

Blood at the Root - Patrick Phillips



"All over the county, beneath the ground on which black churches stood, the soil is rich with ashes."

In Blood at the Root (W.W. Norton and Company, 2016), award-winning poet and author Patrick Phillips returns to the rural community of Forsyth County, Georgia - home in his teenage years - to shed desperately-needed light upon an extraordinarily dark and grim period of collective racial violence. Over the course of a few months in the fall of 1912, in response to two alleged crimes against white women, the facts and perpetrators of which were never proven, white night riders embarked on a systematic and relentless terror campaign against African American residents, driving them out of the county, forcing them to abandon property and belongings in fear for their lives, never to return.

While acts of brutality against African American people were, unfortunately, not uncommon in Georgia or other places throughout the south following the Civil War and the Jim Crow era, the fact that the white residents of Forsyth County not only forced all of its black residents from the community, but also vigilantly enforced its exclusive whiteness for another 80 years, was exceptional. Forsyth County became well known throughout the state as a place where black people were not only unwelcome to take up residence, they could not even safely set foot in the county.

I found Blood at the Root both riveting and wrenching. While the broader history of the Civil War, Reconstruction, Jim Crow and civil rights in the south is familiar to me, this specific history was not, and the book made that history very real.  Phillips not only takes us deep into the details of the violent events of 1912, but also into the lives and characters of the actors and the deeply-held principles that shaped their actions or failures to act. One cannot fail to be dismayed by the many ways in which the court proceedings and executions played out as theater, and the extent to which collusion and corruption made the injustice possible. The author also helps us understand how, by allowing the farce of a trial and failing to hold the night riders accountable, these long-ago incidents created a local norm of denial and collective silence that persisted and manifested itself in acts of hate up through the late 1980s. Above all, I found Blood at the Root very relevant to us today: When you watch the news, heartbroken and baffled about the existence of violence and hatred in this modern day, and you wonder how it can still be, this book offers context and perspective.

I received my complimentary copy of Blood at the Root from the publisher.



Saturday, September 17, 2016

Harry Potter and our Epic Summer (re)Readaloud







One stormy evening early in June the power went out, and plunged into darkness, the kids and I grabbed a flashlight and our old copy of J.K. Rowling's The Philosopher's Stone. Enchanted all over again, and discovering that by some appalling parental oversight child #2 had never before read the Harry Potter books, we embarked on what would become our Epic Summer Harry Potter (re)Readaloud. 

Summer is now long over for us (school began nearly 2 months ago) but we are still reading, albeit a little more slowly with the school year routine. We're almost halfway through The Half-Blood Prince, the sixth book in the series. As is so often true on a second read, they are magic in new and different ways. Whereas once upon a time I was reading to our oldest, she is now doing most of the reading, and the youngest and I are being read to. And in addition to rediscovering the sheer wonderment of the stories, with children now about the same ages as the characters, I appreciate so much more how Rowling captures the range and depth of children's emotions and experiences and makes them relatable - even to Muggles. Most magical of all have been the hours of joy spent cuddled up on the sofa, laughing, crying, marveling, and cheering with Harry and his friends.

Which books have you revisited and maybe seen in new light?   

Happy reading!

 

Saturday, September 3, 2016

The Cauliflower - Nicola Barker






A saint is his own breed of magical creature, the care which, as we learn from Nicola Barker's delightful biographical novel of the 19th century Hindu Sri Ramakrishna, can be complicated, infuriating, and occasionally dangerous, but oh so rewarding.

Told from many perspectives, and pieced together floret by floret into a robust and tangled timeline, The Cauliflower, by Nicola Barker (Henry Holt and Company, 2016) paints a multifaceted portrait of this revered saint and the many devoted friends and family who make his ecstatic spiritual life and leadership possible. Our guru  - though he does not wish to be referred to as such - experiences God firsthand, frequently, and inconveniently, falling into a trance-like state and requiring you to carry him off just when you were about to enjoy a nice outing. He will only eat sweets, or he will not eat at all, or he will attempt to eat the very thing you know will cause him the most distress. He will become enamored of the latest fad of a person and ignore you, his most dedicated nephew and primary caretaker altogether. If you are his most generous benefactor who sustains his very existence he will reject your simple gift of a scarf but insist you spend inordinate additional sums on a festival. Today he is Hindu, tomorrow Muslim, and next week Christian. His spirit is magnanimous and beautiful, his message of faith universal and inclusive, his personal behaviors childish and unpredictable. He is bewildering and you adore him and are enchanted and aggravated all at once.

The author's sharp wit and imagination were immediately captivating and carried me through the novel, though it took me the first thirty pages or so to gain my bearings on voice and chronology. I loved the immersive and transporting details of life in late 1800's Bengal at the Dakshineswar Kali Temple on the Hooghly River near Calcutta - the characters, language, landscape, gods and goddesses, and a fascinating cast of characters. The non-chronological telling and rotating point of view for the most part was a strength, both setting off Nicola Barker's impressive mind and writing, and conveying a wonderful and complex portrait of Sri Ramakrishna and his entourage, but also maybe got in the way of the narrative building up to a very strong crescendo - which didn't stop me from thoroughly admiring and enjoying the book, though I did lose a little momentum. The novel's tone achieves a wonderful balance between reverence and humor, mysticism and realism, and clearly comes from a place of great love for its subject. The Cauliflower left me with warm feelings, a sudden urge to travel across time and place, a few lovely big ideas to ponder, and a firm desire to read more by the author.

I received my copy of The Cauliflower from the publisher.

Happy reading!




Saturday, August 6, 2016

Hoopty Time Machines - Fairy Tales for Grown Ups by Christopher DeWan



"The danger of being clever is that your heart will choke on your tongue." 

This single arresting sentence captures everything I loved about Hoopty Time Machines fairy tales for grown ups (Atticus Books, 2016), Christopher DeWan's inventive, witty and poignant short story collection.

As the title implies, DeWan's stories often invoke iconic characters from across the ages - the Minotaur of ancient mythology, Grimm Brothers-style damsels in distress, changelings of Celtic lore, and even modern movie monsters like Godzilla - but these cautionary tales take place in contemporary settings. You know you are in for a good ride right from the start, with a modern-day workplace featuring an impossibly absurd interview process and a soulless corporate labyrinth that consumes all those dedicated employees who dare enter.

The stories that don't riff on familiar tales and characters introduce whimsical/fantastical elements of their own. What I loved best about the entire collection was the precision of DeWan's writing, and how each brief story conveyed worlds of meaning. In a single paragraph, "Renewal" tells the tale of a recently widowed woman who buries her husband exactly as he threatened she would have to - with the years of amassed National Geographic magazines he refused to dispose of buried "over my dead body." In a few lines, through the lens of one minor resentment, this tiny story spoke volumes about an entire marriage and a complicated grief.

Many of the stories appeal to our inner Twilight Zone: In "Voodoo," an attentive father who fears the growing distance between parents and teenage daughter anxiously considers the possibility that those we love most might inexplicably turn and conspire against us. In  "Hoopty Time Machines," a parent's seemingly innocuous and geeky past-time is unveiled to be an elaborate escape plot. "The Changeling" is a powerful and chilling microfiction about a bullied boy and revenge.

Within each story, too, is a careful balance of humor and despair, and it is this which leaves the reader thinking about many of these stories long after finishing the book. "Blog of the Last Man on Earth" is the perfect example. Both funny and devastating, this bittersweet dispatch from the sole survivor of the apocalypse reminds us that all that appears superficial and all that is profoundly meaningful about our little life here on this little planet are pretty much one and the same.

I received my complimentary review copy of Hoopty Time Machines from the publisher.

Happy reading!