My English teacher said some writers often go in and out of fashion. A few, like some clothes, hardly ever go out of style. You can like them forever and know they’ll always be available for discussion and the worst opinion you’ll hear is, “Well, of course, you like___, who doesn’t?” For example, if Shakespeare was fashion, he’d be a great pair of leather loafers or a white, short-sleeved shirt. Good for practically everything. Oscar Wilde might be a burgundy velvet vest: (waistcoat for citizens of the U. K.) dramatic, a bit sensual, fairly versatile but not the go-to choice in every situation. Shame, because I really like burgundy velvet vests. But the writer who seems a bit neglected these days is Henry James. Except for Halloween revivals of The Turn of the Screw and the occasional big-budget costume picture, his work is largely ignored and that’s a shame. He appreciated the complexity of human character and culture and he used it to create wonderful, memorable stories. My favourite is The Spoils of Poynton. Poynton is the story of four individuals who keep pairing off into irreconcilable teams. Team One might be the Gareth, widowed mother and grown son, in…
William Shakespeare, that quotable fellow, said “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” That’s how I feel about home. Many people I know are raised with a real sense of identity, knowing who they are and where they belong long before they learn how to read. That place of origin, for good or for ill, is home, undeniable as DNA. Others have to make a place for themselves in this world and a few of us enter a strange site and realize with amazement that this place centers us like no other. It’s a shock, like first falling in love, and it changes the folks who experience it. That realization of finding home is central to Marjorie Kinnan Rawling’s book Cross Creek because it’s not just about the first heady days of romance. Cross Creek is the love affair between a discoverer and place. The two were an unlikely match. Mrs. Rawlings was a thirty-two year old journalist whose career and human marriage were both showing wear but not many signs of success. She was educated, politically liberal and although she could write, she had not found her “voice”, that prerequisite of transcendent…
“I have in my heart of hearts a favorite child. And his name is David Copperfield.” That’s what Charles Dickens said in the preface of his famous novel and I believe he meant it. History didn’t record how his wife or his ten human children reacted to the statement (that would have been a Jerry Springer show in the making!) but, as sad as the remark probably made them, I doubt if they were surprised. A large amount of fiction comes from the writer’s re-imagination of his or her own past and much of the novel David Copperfield can be traced to the life of Charles Dickens. The transfiguration of those experiences in David Copperfield redeemed a lot of the author’s own childhood. It also made a much-loved book. Every fan of fiction knows Charles Dickens had an unsettled childhood. His father was always in debt and the family moved continually, trying to avoid Dad’s creditors. That ended when his father was thrown into debtor’s prison and all of the family (except 12 year old Charles and his slightly older sister) were incarcerated there for a time. His sister managed to stay in her school but his parents forced Charles…
My husband collects disaster stories. I think it goes back to his childhood when he read A Night to Remember. The account of Titanic’s sole voyage was so researched, so well-written and evocative, he’s been chasing disaster accounts ever since. Me, I like these books for the slice-of-life history that comes with each account, the context of how people lived in some different time and era and who they were. For whatever reason, we both love disaster accounts and this summer I found a good one. Under a Flaming Sky (by Daniel James Brown) is one of those books that flies under the radar until the author gets a hit later on. Here’s hoping the author’s good luck with his current release will give this story a deserved second look. UAFS is the story of Hinkley, Minnesota, a town on the edge of the prairie near the end of the Guilded Age. Hinkley had done well as a town, booming along with the twin streams of business and labor. Lumber was the town’s biggest business and a steady stream of immigrants kept it moving from forests through the sawmills to the trains. Everyone was in a hurry to…
I’ll admit it, I’m a snob when it comes to comic books. Early in my reading career it became apparent that an inverse relationship existed between the number of illustrations in the book and the expected IQ of the reader. (i.e., more pictures meant lower IQ). As soon as I figured that out, I headed for chapter books at high speed. Oh, I still enjoyed a great illustration once in a while but I knew better than to focus on them. And I couldn’t grasp why so many males in my generation continued to buy, read and discuss comic books after they reached legal maturity. It was like being trapped in a life-long, joke-less episode of “Big Bang Theory”. People could call the publications graphic novels or comics, I didn’t care. They were still just “funny books” for dorks. So I didn’t see Maus coming. Maus, if you haven’t seen it, is a graphic novel by Art Spiegelman about the Holocaust. And it’s animated, because Mr. Spiegelman is an illustrator. And, to put the icing on the cake, Mr. Spiegelman drew the characters in his work as animals. It sounds crazy but, believe me, it’s a work of genius. The…