Carolyn Smart’s Hooked uses a wickedly irresistible premise: a twisted chorus of famous/infamous female figures from history and letters expounding vividly on obsession. Smart has fascinatingly curated the stories of women who made misguided and horrific choices for their objects of desire, and determinedly saw that desire through to often tragic conclusions: Myra Hindley, serial killer partner to Ian Brady (for Canadians, the pairing is clearly Homolka-Bernardo); Unity Mitford, aristocratically born contrarian who became a confidante of Hitler; Zelda Fitzgerald, gifted, increasingly fragile spouse of F. Scott Fitzgerald; Dora Carrington, a painter associated with the Bloomsbury Group who carried a lifelong, unreciprocated passion for writer Lytton Strachey; Carson McCullers, a renowned writer who struggled with relationships, ill health and alcoholism; Jane Bowles, a talented, underrated writer who lived an unconventional and peripatetic life with husband Paul Bowles; and Elizabeth Smart, a poet whose work was overshadowed in her lifetime by the scandal of her enduring passion for poet George Barker, with whom she had and then singlehandedly raised four children.
As perversely and diversely interesting as the subject matter and cast of characters are, the voices from segment to segment in Hooked are somewhat disappointingly similar. Rhythm, cadence and pace are not so vividly distinguished as one might expect given the women’s different nationalities, social upbringings, mental states and time periods in which they lived, not to mention the varieties of types of charisma and inaccessible attractions with which each was enraptured. In some cases, there is too much admittedly clever direct quoting of sources (clear as such because it is italicized), but not enough true transmutation and alchemy to turn those sources into fresh perspectives and something of Smart’s own. Hooked has inspired me to revisit or expand my reading on all of these figures, both in biographical and fictional realms. Less so, Hooked has impressed me with Smart’s inventiveness as a poet, but her resourcefulness with respect to exploring subject matter will still likely compel me to seek out more of her work. Thank you to Brick Books for providing a review copy of Hooked, by Carolyn Smart.Author Archives: Vicki Ziegler
Rin Tin Tin, The Life and the Legend, by Susan Orlean
Rin Tin Tin, The Life and the Legend, by Susan Orlean, is a book that will satisfy a variety of readers in a variety of ways. Orlean has researched with heart and commitment the story of US army corporal Lee Duncan, a lonely young man who discovers a litter of abandoned German Shepherd puppies in rural France near the end of World War I. He goes to great lengths to transport two of the puppies back to US with him, one of the puppies does not survive beyond her arrival on American soil, but the surviving puppy goes on to become the genesis of the Hollywood and television legend Rin Tin Tin.
The story of Lee and Rinty – their devotion to each other, their collective determination to succeed, their collaboration and dedication to an unusual type of performance craft and most importantly, their profound bond – is a sufficiently absorbing and heartwarming tale unto itself. On that basis alone, Orlean offers a book that will captivate readers who are pet owners and animal lovers. But Orlean takes that story as a starting point for examining and meditating on much more. Thematically, she muses on and considers how some lose families and familial identification and forge new families and identities (as was the case with Lee Duncan), and how some live with animals and make them part of uniquely constituted definitions of family. Through Lee Duncan and subsequent dog trainers, breeders, fans and professional and amateur curators and archivists who contributed to the ongoing Rin Tin Tin story, Orlean scrutinizes, sometimes in person and close at hand, how some ascribe to animals the traits and qualities we aspire to, and how many seek to fill what is lacking in their lives and relationships with companion animals. On that basis, Orlean offers a book that will appeal to readers seeking a non-judgmental exploration of the ways in which people find professional, personal and even spiritual fulfillment. Eventually, the physical reality of one man and one dog, who obviously couldn’t live forever, ascends into something bigger. Rin Tin Tin becomes a franchise (a series of dogs, some blood related, some not, take up the Rin Tin Tin name), a trademark, a brand, an idealization and a legend. Orlean offers interesting and even instructive insights into the entertainment and advertising realms. Orlean makes clear throughout Rin Tin Tin that the ideas of continuity and enduring memories and values developed in the book had personal significance for her. She is a strong presence and even a participant in the later chapters of the Rin Tin Tin story, both confirming her devotion to and connection with the subject, but perhaps also provoking the questions: Does Orlean in fact bite off more than she can chew thematically with Rin Tin Tin? Does she get too involved in the story, perhaps not leaving space for the reader to independently interpret and react to how different players in the story – including Orlean – are variously invested in the legend? We all have our own motivations for being drawn to a character and entity like Rin Tin Tin and to a book chronicling his story and enduring value. Susan Orlean provides a range of intriguing entry points into a still fascinating story that will appeal to many.The following is a brief interview with Susan Orlean about her experiences researching Rin Tin Tin, The Life and the Legend:
Thank you to Simon & Schuster Canada for providing a review copy of Rin Tin Tin, The Life and the Legend, by Susan Orlean.
Appointment in Samarra, by John O’Hara
Appointment in Samarra vividly traces Julian English’s calamitous and seemingly inexplicable path of destruction in 72 hours during the Christmas holidays of 1930. In his early thirties and from an affluent family, college educated, manager of a thriving Cadillac dealership in small town Pennsylvania, married to an attractive and admired woman – there would seem to be nothing significant to explain English’s reckless behaviour and decisions that precipitiously eradicate his professional, personal and even spiritual footing in a matter of days. Even more so than Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry’s 1947 novel that captures a doomed character’s similarly compressed and irrevocable slide into oblivion, Appointment in Samarra is a breathless read, where one simply can’t look away until it’s over.
O’Hara’s novel showed great daring for its time, with respect to language and subject matter, touching on everything from alcohol consumption to sexual relations, marital infidelity, criminal activities and even suggestive clothing. The narration and dialogue are brisk and jazzy, albeit somewhat dated, but still vibrantly capture the idiom of the Prohibition and pre Great Depression era. The propulsive action of the story – wherein English lurches from one social gaffe to increasingly more disastrous, perverse behaviours – while compelling in its own right, almost overshadows O’Hara’s equal daring with more experimental themes and stylistic approaches. These include the suggestions that English’s bewildering flameout is somehow predestined, suggested by the novel’s epigraph, hinted at in references to English’s grandfather and even prefigured by the time frame of the novel, where there are mentions of the looming economic and social storm clouds of the Depression. As well, O’Hara employs shifting voices and points of view, and even some striking stream of consciousness narration. Finally, O’Hara brings the novel to a startling non sequitur of a conclusion that drives home a memorable, almost existential lesson: the irony of how one’s misdemeanours might never be forgotten, but one’s essence and value can vaporize from memory as soon as one is gone.Essex County, by Jeff Lemire and The Boy in the Moon, by Ian Brown (by guest reviewer H)
I’m very excited to welcome my first guest blogger to the Bookgaga book blog – my 16-year-old niece H. Somewhat in the tradition of “Take Your Kids to Work Day”, I invited H to familiarize herself with book blogs, and to take a bit of a stretch beyond school book reports and try contributing some reviews herself. I selected the titles, and she very gamely read them, thought a lot about them and has put time and thought into her assessments.
Essex County, by Jeff Lemire and The Boy in the Moon, by Ian Brown are much touted and discussed books that I’ve read a lot about, am interested in … but have not yet read myself. I was curious as part of this exercise to see if H’s reviews would be consistent with other commentary and coverage, would bring some new ideas forth, and might possibly dissuade me on one count or the other. I can safely say that she has brought some fresh perspectives in, and while critical in places, her comments have further convinced me to keep both books on the tbr list. I hope you’ll find H’s reviews and this new Bookgaga venture interesting and thought provoking.Essex County, by Jeff Lemire
(Guest review by H)
The Boy in the Moon, by Ian Brown
(Guest review by H)
Norman Bray, In the Performance of His Life, by Trevor Cole
Norman Bray is a middle-aged, underemployed actor who perhaps is self-deluded as a professional skill and defence … or perhaps is just self-deluded. As career, home and relationships all unravel, events from his past start to bubble up for re-examination. As circumstances change more and more rapidly for Norman, does he learn and change personally? It’s hard to tell as this acerbic, at times funny, at times troubling story unfolds. It’s that “hard to tell” element that is the most authentic and lifelike aspect of this at times infuriating but always intriguing, surprisingly affecting book.
The Cat’s Table, by Michael Ondaatje
None of the multiple meanings of “the cat’s table” suggest positions in the room, in the world or in life that hold particular esteem or prestige. However, all meanings hint that secretly (or perhaps not-so-secretly!) that’s where we know we’ll gain the most insights, meet the most interesting characters and have the most fun. Certainly, it’s a reverse, perverse privileged position and where you want to be to embark on the latest adventure in storytelling spearheaded by the incomparable Michael Ondaatje.
In sea voyaging parlance, the cat’s table is the polar opposite of the coveted and perhaps ostentatious Captain’s Table, where anyone who aspires to be anyone wants to be and be seen amongst passengers on a cruise, in company of the head of the vessel and voyage. The cat’s table is the humble dining spot for those lowly passengers – maybe not affluent, influential or glamorous, likely young, often carrying some kind of social stigma – with whom no one else is interested in keeping company.
The German expression “Katzentisch” (quite literally “cat’s table”) was also a small low table at which well-heeled people fed their cats or small dogs. (1) Such a table was situated in the dining room, but in a corner away from the dining table. Again, it connotes something at a remove, although perhaps it was a somewhat more exalted position for an actual cat to be at a cat’s table than a human being.
Finally, the cat’s table was and is synonymous with the kids’ table, a dining room tradition still common today at family holiday gatherings, where children are seated at a table separate from and often shorter, humbler and featuring only an abbreviated dining selection from that of the grand dining furniture and repast of the adults. It’s considered a rite of passage and maturity to move up to the adults’ table. At the same time, the most fun, mayhem and mischief can be found and is tolerated at the kids’ table. Notably, adults who join the kids’ table are often remembered most fondly (that would be game-for-anything Uncle John in our family) and are clearly most able to throw aside inhibitions and prejudices to hang with the truly most entertaining crowd.
Ondaatje’s young protagonist, Michael, encounters the cat’s table in almost all of these forms during the course of an eventful ocean voyage in the 1950s. Shunted for not fully articulated or understood reasons from his family in Ceylon to his mother awaiting him in England, 11-year-old Michael balances the freedom of a comparatively unsupervised (except for perfunctory check-ins with a couple of ostensible but largely indifferent guardians) three-week adventure on an ocean liner with feelings of rootlessness, disconnection, loneliness and disaffection in the intriguing, bustling and highly socially stratified of that closed world. Michael finds his niche in that world fairly quickly, and perceptively and precociously assesses its hidden worth: while the Captain’s Table was where self-important people puffed up their dubious significance, the truly worthy people and experiences were at the polar opposite of the dining hall and the social spectrum.
Or is young Michael precocious? While The Cat’s Table shimmers with the freshness of a child’s wide-eyed and openhearted perspective, it is filtered through the sophistication and acquired emotional agendas and baggage of an adult, and is also reframed through the eyes and ears of poets – both Michael the protagonist’s eventual vocation and, of course, Michael Ondaatje’s. At times, it isn’t clear if a given episode or its interpretation is that of the child, the adult or the imaginative artist weaving it all in a new fashion. That’s both part of The Cat’s Table mystery and charm, and sometimes a very minor source of disorientation, possibly germane to a story where both the child and the adult might not entirely know what was going on.
Michael’s alliance with two young fellow passengers, Ramadhin and Cassius, seems initially to be one of convenience, not allegiance. That is, the three boys are handy partners in crime and backups, and egg each other on getting into the varieties of tempting mischief unfettered and parent-less children can get into from the engine rooms to the decks to the staterooms of a largely and surprisingly unprotected environment. As their adventures unfold and the three boys navigate this realm of no parents, lost parents, surrogate parents, and various broken, reconstituted and newly realized families, they come to mean a great deal to each other, which Michael much more fully appreciates as an adult.
The Cat’s Table would have been enchanting as just a series of character sketches and picaresque vignettes, culminating in an affecting reassessment as an adult of the connections made as a child. That a genuine mystery emerges during that short but momentous voyage – gravitating around a menacing, shackled prisoner who is only let out under highly and unusually protected conditions at night – is a splendid, intriguing bonus.
If The Cat’s Table is not Ondaatje’s best novel yet (oh, but I think it is …), it is certainly his most straightforwardly told and emotionally accessible story. It’s a yearning tribute with an almost fairytale-like aura to the memories of awe that pervade our dreams (and nightmares and fears), and the memories of sometimes unlikely affiliation and love and what we mistake as love that pervade and haunt our hearts, guide us or sometimes lead us astray.
Notes
1. Definition of Katzentisch
http://www.katzentisch.com/2009/07/what-is-katzentisch.html
Thank you to the Alfred A. Knopf representative at the June, 2011 American Library Association Conference and Exhibit, who provided a U.S. advance reader’s edition of The Cat’s Table, by Michael Ondaatje.
2011 reading list (so far)
Here are the books I’ve read so far in 2011, with links where they exist to books that I’ve reviewed. It’s a competition with no one but myself, but it is always interesting to reflect halfway through the year where one is at with one’s reading, both quantitatively and qualitatively. I could perhaps have read more thus far, but I’m really liking my reading year so far. How about you?
Braydon Beaulieu and Janet Somerville have been reading up a storm so far in 2011 – theirs are engrossing and impressive lists! Tweet me your list @bookgaga, and I would be happy to link to it here.
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Patient Frame
by Steven Heighton -
The Water Rat of Wanchai
by Ian Hamilton -
Better Living Through Plastic Explosives
by Zsuzsi Gartner -
The Canterbury Trail
by Angie Abdou -
Pigeon English
by Stephen Kelman -
The Year of Broken Glass
by Joe Denham -
Irma Voth
by Miriam Toews -
The Bird Sisters
by Rebecca Rasmussen -
A Visit from the Goon Squad
by Jennifer Egan -
Lookout
by John Steffler -
The Guilty Plea
by Robert Rotenberg -
Up Up Up
by Julie Booker -
The Empty Family
by Colm Toibin -
Ossuaries
by Dionne Brand -
Skippy Dies
by Paul Murray -
The Cat’s Table
by Michael Ondaatje
Currently in progress:
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Voltaire’s Bastards
by John Ralston Saul -
The Mill on the Floss
by George Eliot -
Offshore
by Penelope Fitzgerald (rereading)
Ossuaries, by Dionne Brand
Dionne Brand’s Griffin Poetry Prize-winning Ossuaries is an extended verse account of the wrenching, troubled life of Yasmine, who lives constantly on the move, assuming new identities to escape activities somewhat vague in their specific intents, but decidedly explosive and violent in their outcomes. Layered over and drifted artfully around the central story are meditations on cultural and historical shifts and evolution: what disappears in the process, what changes, and what bones and remnants are left behind for future generations to unearth and decipher.
Almost 10 years later, the events of September 11th are emerging in varying forms in literature and popular culture. It seems some of the most profound renderings are sufficiently particular in detail, but not so much so that they cannot resonate more broadly, taking in other cataclysmic historical events. Such is the case with Brand’s evocations, which not only echo what happened in New York City, but Oklahoma City, London, Mumbai and other scenes of urban terrorism shattering comfortable, mundane, day-to-day life: “the stumbling shattered dress for work … the seared handbags, the cooked briefcases … it was just past nine in any city …”
An ossuary is a container, building or location meant to house human skeletal remains in their final resting places. While suggesting peace and finality on one level, perhaps mystery and portent on another if those resting places are unearthed generations later, Brand’s ossuaries feel open, unresolved, anything but peaceful. Even the lack of punctuation at the end of each ossuary segment within the long poem gives literal lack of closure to each chapter in Yasmine’s edgily peripatetic existence.
Yasmine has suppressed love and tenderness in her own life, hardened (ossified, even) her heart, glossed and silted over her own personal trail. Still, occasional traces of wistfulness in her observations (“the children mattered, or so she told herself”), or at least acknowledgement that she has held herself too harshly and rigorously (“except it was always there / struck, harder, the lack of self-forgiveness, / aluminum, metallic, artic, blinding”) seem to betray that she would like to leave a trace, have someone care. Finally, that seems to be what Ossuaries encapsulates: the traces that people leave, intentionally or unintentionally, destructively or tenderly – in the world, on each other, and in a collective impact on the environment, culture and history.
here we lie in folds, collected stones
in the museum of spectacles,
our limbs displayed, fract and soluble
Dionne Brand’s readings from her work (even her readings from others’ works, such as PK Page) are never, ever to be missed. Until her entrancing reading from this year’s Griffin Poetry Prize readings is online, immerse yourself in this reading from thirsty, from her last Griffin Poetry Prize appearance.
See also:
materfamilias reads – Review of Dionne Brand’s Ossuaries
The Guilty Plea, by Robert Rotenberg
Robert Rotenberg’s debut novel, Old City Hall stirred delighted buzz and garnered warmly welcoming reviews from Canadian crime fiction circles and fans in early 2009. When the first foray is that good, establishing a pace, personality, setting and cast of characters that readers quickly become keen to revisit, two years feels like a long time to wait for the next installment.
The wait is over, and those waiting will feel well rewarded. Rotenberg has delivered another solidly crafted, engaging narrative with the right balance of primary and secondary (new and previously introduced) players, and diverting but not excessive or distracting subplots (that leave the possibility of being further explored in future books).
The plot of The Guilty Plea focuses on the case of Terrance Wyler, youngest son of a family in the high-end grocery business. He’s found stabbed to death in his luxurious home the morning of what was to have been the start of his and wife Samantha’s divorce trial, made sensational by the fact that he has taken up with a notorious Hollywood actress. That morning, Samantha arrives at her lawyer’s office with a kitchen knife that is undeniably the murder weapon. In what is perhaps becoming a signature modus operandi, Rotenberg presents a much too obvious resolution and then proceeds to take it apart and take the reader along for an engrossing, often surprising reassembling of the real story.
The Guilty Plea is seasoned with artful passing references to Old City Hall, and reconnects again with Detective Ari Greene, police officer Daniel Kennicott, Crown attorney Jennifer Raglan and other previous characters. However, The Guilty Plea can likely be enjoyed with no familiarity with its predecessor. This second novel is almost as crisply paced as the first, although it grows ever-so-slightly sluggish a little over halfway through, and then gets firmly back on track.
Once again, while The Guilty Plea offers up an intriguing and consistently sympathetic cast that interacts in interesting and compelling ways, the most vibrant cast member is still the city of Toronto. Seen in sensorily evocative moments across all seasons (the opening scene in the doldrums of sultry August is especially memorable), and in everywhere from coffeeshops and restaurants to landmark buildings and cemeteries, Rotenberg proves a mastery of establishing a sense of place even more impressive than his skills with plot and character. The fact that Rotenberg heads out into the city to write, rather than exclusively cloistering himself in an office or cottage retreat to write, has paid off in terms of his stories’ atmospheric authenticity.(1)
Ultimately, The Guilty Plea culminates in an untidy but not implausible resolution. It’s therefore pretty lifelike. It’s also therefore infinitely book-club-debate-worthy or just individually ponderable – all not bad things at all, especially to pass the time during the wait for the next thoughtfully forged installment in Rotenberg’s increasingly formidable franchise.
Notes
1. Robert Rotenberg: In search of a public place to write
http://arts.nationalpost.com/2011/05/23/robert-rotenberg-in-search-of-a-public-place-to-write/
and
Robert Rotenberg: Writing about real places
http://arts.nationalpost.com/2011/05/27/robert-rotenberg-writing-about-real-places/
Thank you to Simon & Schuster Canada and the author for providing a review copy of The Guilty Plea, by Robert Rotenberg.
Lookout, by John Steffler
John Steffler’s latest collection, Lookout, is largely focused on and based in natural settings, paying tribute to nature, wrestling with both the enormity and the fragility of nature – nature unto itself and nature as it affects and is affected by human presence and interference. This is not your grandmother’s nature poetry, though – it dispenses with sanctimony and is not afraid of irreverence or even violence. Many poems in this collection sweep the reader through breathtaking transitions from rugged physicality and earthiness to emotional delicacy, frailty and ephemerality.
Former Canadian national poet laureate Steffler’s poems are not just acutely observant, but fully physically engaged. In fact, many of his poems quite literally meld body and landscape in startling, sometimes macabre, imaginative sequences.
Ironically, the most moving, central sequence in Lookout, Once, actually comes indoors to focus on a narrator’s wistful time with his ailing parents, which is simply and poignantly interspersed with memories from their youth and young adulthood.
Along with the recent past, the worries
and duties that kept her fixing and pleasing
are gone. Calmly she orders him to open
the curtains, find her slippers, fetch
her a small dish of strawberry ice cream.
He jokes that he has to serve her smartly
these days, and she answers flatly that she’s
done a lot of serving over the years. Without
apology she indulges her pleasures, and he
is doting and patient, almost equally changed.
… and later …
As I leave, she hugs me and
cries like a child. I have never
seen her like this. I say I’ll
be back in the early fall, and she
nods as she goes on sobbing, not
bothering to dry her face.
Upon that sad departure, it’s as if the same narrator immediately, cathartically leaps back into the natural world in the next sequence, Outside, as if that is where he personally and all of us can ultimately find solace.
Lookout is a worthy contender for the Griffin Poetry Prize, for which it is nominated this spring. Steffler offers a poetry clinic in his mastery of a range of voices and forms, with none of the sterility that a clinic or lessons or examples would suggest. From the rocks and elements to the creatures navigating them, Steffler’s poems are living, breathing, evocative beings.