Sunday Salon: the Cardigan Post

It might still be getting up into the 80s every day here, but at least it cools off at night! I’ve been breaking out my cardigans lately, and I’m wearing one of my favourites as I type. This makes me deeply happy, and thus I’m in a good mood as I write about the books I’ve been reading this week. :) I’ve still got a bit of a backlog, but I decided to just take my normal approach to TSS. I haven’t been doing a ton of reading this week, but I do have seven titles to talk about!

I think I requested Blood Harvest by S.J. Bolton after seeing Nancy Pearl praise her for good, gothic thrillers. I opened it up as soon as I got it home from the library, since I’ve been in a R.I.P. mood. I was hoping that Bolton would remind me of Sarah Rayne (whose has an extensive backlist that my library remains unacquainted with *sigh*), and the first chapter’s opening made me squeal with anticipation:

The Fletch family built their big, shiny-new house on the crest of the moor, in a town that time seemed to have left to mind its own business. They build on a modest-sized plot that the diocese, desperate for cash, needed to get rid of. …And on three sides of their garden they had the quietest neighbours they could hope for, which was ten-year-old Tom Fletcher’s favourite joke these days; because the Fletchers built their new house in the midst of a graveyard. They should have known better, really.

There were definitely good bits to the book: I loved that a modern vicar was one of the main characters, and that he even had a love interest! And the creepy village traditions, and the surrounding moor…it all should have been perfect. But unfortunately, about halfway through the story, I had not only figured out everything, but also knew that rather than a supernatural story, this one was just plain human-grown ickiness. And when the ending turned out to be just what I thought, I felt short-changed by the author. And the topic the author decided to center the book around left me feeling in need a long shower; this is a topic that I regularly avoid reading about, and I wasn’t really amused to have it sprung on me, so to speak. Also, while the writing and characters and everything started off strong, it all seemed to weaken as the book went on, and by the last third, I felt just disconnected. It’s a shame, although the book had enough good points to make me want to try out Bolton’s debut, Sacrifice, as long as I can be assured there’s nothing of ‘that topic’ going on. I can’t say this one lived up to its promise, but if you’re a thriller kind of person, do give Bolton a go! I did love the first half, and I read this pretty straight through. :)

Fortunately, I can recommend the next novel wholeheartedly: Small Island by Andrea Levy. I was inspired to get this from the library after seeing that the BBC had an adaptation out (I’ve finally learned my lesson and decided that from now on, I’ll be reading the book before watching the adaptation), and I had a bit of wait until I could get it! I didn’t know what to expect, but what I got was an incredibly written historical novel that explores race, gender, class, and other questions of identity while keeping up a good story and creating characters I was truly interested in. Also, Levy actually pulled off multiple limited third person narrative voices! One of my pet peeves is when an author uses this style, but all of the characters have the same ‘sound’; with Levy’s writing, each of them had such a pitch perfect rhythm and monologue, it was one of my favourite bits of the book! The funny thing is, I can’t say that I particularly liked any of the characters. But I did identify with them, in bits and a pieces, and I love how despite feeling very ‘real’ and not sugar-coating anything, the book left me with a sense of hope. This was a rich read, the kind that promises to make an excellent reread in a couple of years, and the kind that deserves a post to itself so that I can gush on and on. But just imagine all of that gushing, and go read this one if you haven’t yet! I know it’s not obscure, but if you’ve been waiting for an extra push this is me giving it to you. :)

The Between by Tananarive Due was my second go with this author. I don’t think I ever got around to writing my mixed feelings on the first one of hers I tried, The Good House. To put it briefly, I found that that one to have a bit of an uneven writing style and a bit of a cop-out ending, but there were enough good aspects to make me want to read a bit more. So I decided to start at the beginning this time, and go for her debut novel, perfect for R.I.P. with its ghost premise! And my verdict? Positive, but with a couple of reservations. I love the vividness of Due’s writing; I feel like I’m right there with her characters, and with this one it seemed like I was walking the streets of Miami. Speaking of which, the characters are always believable, with a living, breathing attitude. And the storyline is satisfyling creepy without crossing the gore line! But once again, I found the ending flawed (though for the opposite reason: while my complaint about Good House was its too tidy ending, my complaint here is that nothing really gets explained). I did like the writing more (it was much tighter, which makes sense considering it’s half the length of The Good House) though! While this isn’t perfect, it was darn close up until the last chapter or so, and I’m perfectly happy recommending Due for those who want a creepy story with character depth and a strong sense of place. :) As for me, I definitely intend to keep reading her! She’s got quite the backlist, but I’m eyeing My Soul to Keep for my next Due adventure.

I also finally finished Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift, after being forced to return it unread to the library awhile ago! It was such fun. :D When I decided to focus on the 1700s for the Decade Challenge, I did so with a bit of trepidation…I hadn’t had much experience with this period in the past, and I was afraid I’d be bored. But so far, every book I’ve picked up has felt modern, with a fun, unpretentious storytelling style that makes the Victorians look stodgy (and y’all know I love the Victorians). I was also nervous about Gulliver’s Travels, because I knew it was a satire and I don’t usually respond well to satire. But this was satire-as-adventure, and his skewering of politicians was so general that I completely identified with it (despite my cursory knowledge of British history in that period). I think one could make an argument that Gulliver is a kind of urban fantasy or magical realism too, since the islands he visits are all a bit ‘off’ (people too big or too small or islands that float or an island run by horses). For the most part, I couldn’t wait to pick this one back up, and I was often laughing out loud while reading it, which got me some weird looks at the cafe. The final bit, about the island run by horses, got a bit too negative though, as Gulliver becomes completely disenchanted with the human race. But still, a lovely read and one I wish I’d gotten to years ago!

I mainly requested Buddha’s Orphans by Samrat Upadhyay, because I read that Updahyay is Nepali. But then, about halfway through the book, I read his author bio, and it turns out that now he’s a creative writing professor in the Midwest. This didn’t surprise me: the novel had a kind of paint-by-numbers feel to it, and despite its ‘exotic’ setting, it felt like a story that had been told before. I honestly couldn’t see the point of the book…I didn’t connect with any of the characters, and the time jumps between parts were disorienting, and I found the woman narrator’s voice unconvincing, and it was about 200 pages too long, and it just felt like a chore more than anything. I realised this around the 250 page mark (I enjoyed the first hundred or so pages and then started feeling progressively more bored) and was going to abandon it, but then I decided to just speed read the last couple hundred of pages. I don’t speedread very often, because I don’t find it as satisfying, but when I need to, I can (I never took a formal course, it’s just something I can do). I always used to flip into that mode during the read-a-thons, which is why I got so many books read while still cheerleading! ;) Anyway, as I suspected, the book never really picked up, and I was left rolling my eyes. Also, it didn’t have a very strong sense of place…I mean, it was obviously set in Kathmandu, but I never got to know the city through the character’s eyes or anything. So, I can’t say I’d recommend this.

Finally some nonfiction! As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve read several books on Islam this year trying to find one that I can recommend to a woman I know who thinks all Muslims are like al-Qaeda (*sigh* she also thinks Fox News is the only station telling the truth). And I finally found one! No God but God by Reza Aslan is a dynamic, thorough introduction to the religion. Aslan manages to combine a chronological story of Muhammad’s life and early Islam’s foundations with thematic chapters…I know, it sounds like it’s be confusing or a mess or something, but I promise it works. He’s obviously writing for a Western, Judeo-Christian audience, but he doesn’t talk down to that audience or feel the need to rip apart Christianity (I’m looking at you, Omid Safi). He is Iranian, and this bias does show through occasionally (a couple of his discussions of the Iranian revolution had my eyebrows touching my hairline), but for the most part he maintains a good, scholarly voice. I can’t wait to recommend this to the woman in question, and from now on when anyone asks me for a general introduction to Islam, I’ll finally have an answer! (Since I took a couple classes on Middle Eastern studies in college, I kind of skipped over the basic books aimed at a popular audience.) If you’re already pretty well acquainted with Islam, though, you’ll probably find the information pretty repetitive…I can’t say I learned anything new from the book. It was still fun to read though. ;)

Finally, The Poisoner’s Handbook by Deborah Blum was such a perfect book. I adored her earlier book, Ghost Hunters, when I read it last year. So when I saw she had a new one out, I put myself in the queue right away. Once I get it home, though, I found myself staring at it, too nervous to actually open it. This happens sometimes, when I love the first book I’ve read by an author so much I’m terrified the next one won’t live up to my expectations and will also somehow taint my memory of the first one. (Did you follow that? Yeah, I know how irrational it is.) But once I opened it, I immediately realised I was in good hands, and found myself torn between devouring it all in one sitting and trying to space it out so my enjoyment would be prolonged. That’s the sign of a great book, isn’t it? This is a book about 1920s New York, about the futility of Prohibition, about the dedicated men who brought forensic science to the US, about various puzzling NYC deaths (some homicides, some accidents), and about chemistry. Blum brings that world to life, and she makes chemistry sound fascinating (not as easy feat for me, since it was my least favourite subject in high school), and her love of the subject really comes through in every page. I suppose I’d classify it as popular scientific history, but really this is just incredible nonfiction! Even if you’re not a big nonfiction fan, I think her narrative style will appeal to you. As for me, I can’t wait to explore more of her backlist, now that I’ve gotten over that silly fear! ;) I have a feeling Blum will be appearing in my Favourite Authors sidebar quite soon…

And there you have it! I had a great reading week, and I hope this one is just as good! Speaking of which, I better get back to those books. ;)