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‘All Things Cease to Appear’ by Elizabeth Brundage

I’m a pretty big fan of psychological thrillers, and I thought that was exactly what I was getting myself into when I picked up Brundage’s new novel, All Things Cease to Appear. Don’t get me wrong, this book is definitely psychological, but a little less of a thriller and more literary than I expected.

The book revolves around two families, the Hales (three brothers) and the Clares (George and Catherine), both with their own tragedies. In the opening chapter of the book, we meet a man who has come home to find his wife murdered and his young daughter at home with the body. This man is George Clare, and he is frantic at this point. Brundage then takes us into the Hales’ devastating loss of their family home, dairy farm, and parents. This home, of course, will later become the Clares’ home and the murder scene.

AllThingsCeaseToAppearBrundage takes you to when the Clares first met, and you soon realize that their marriage is not what it appears to be; it’s mostly thrown together because of Catherine’s pregnancy. They begin to move into the auctioned off farm house and meet their neighbors and George’s colleagues. The Hale brothers, the former residents of the home, start to come around and help with upkeep, and the youngest will sometimes babysit Franny, the Clares’ three-year-old daughter. The story is told from multiple points of view, switching from Catherine to one of the Hale brothers and then back to George. Brundage gives quite a few of the Clares new acquaintances chapters throughout the book and shows their perspectives of George and his wife. Most of them see the couple as happy and put together, but some see straight through the lies. As you move through these multiple viewpoints, pieces begin to fall into place, and many people are not at all what you expected.

This is much more than an engrossing crime story; it’s the story of marriage, love, loss, and family. It’s the story of a woman who is trying to make the best of her unfortunate marriage. It’s the story of three young brothers trying to cope with the loss of everything they knew and loved. It’s the story of a man with a dark past and haunting soul, and it’s all written so beautifully that it makes this one a hard one to put down.

‘We Love You, Charlie Freeman’ by Kaitlyn Greenidge

by Andrew Hedglin

We Love You, Charlie FreemanJacket by Kaitlyn Greenidge starts with an atmosphere of foreboding. I was already worried when I read the set-up on the back cover of the book: a black family, the Freemans, is hired by the Toneybee-Leroy Institute for Great Ape Research to teach sign language to a chimpanzee named Charlie and raise him as their own.

I don’t think you have to know very much about the history of American race relations to be concerned about that problematic request, but Laurel, the mother of the Freemans and an outrageous optimist, views it as a challenge. Laurel, as the only child of the only black family in the Maine wilderness, learns sign language when words fail to encapsulate the isolation that she experiences.

The story is told from multiple points of view, but two perspectives dominate and are granted a first-person voice: Charlotte, the older daughter of the Freemans, and Nymphadora, a spinster schoolteacher and member of a black secret society in the 1920s whose story reveals the nefarious origins of the Institute. There is also one chilling letter from Julia Toneybee-Leroy, the founder of the Institute and progenitor of all this nonsense, saturated with a callous disregard for the humanity of countless (black) people in pursuit of her single-minded goal of getting a chimpanzee to talk.

One of the most infuriating aspects of this story is how stealthily the ingrained racism of society warps the circumstances of both the Freemans and Nymphadora before them. Is the blackness of the Freemans coincidental or essential to the experiment at hand? It’s a lid that Lyle, Laurel’s brother-in-law, tries to remove at Thanksgiving dinner before things go disastrously wrong in slapstick fashion. Mounting historical evidence suggests that its coincidence is impossible within the intentions of the Institute.

Infuriating as this may be, what is discomfiting is how this insidious racism traps Laurel and Nymphadora in their own decisions that lead them…if not into ruin, at least into the worsening of their own situations (and, for Laurel, those of her family). Laurel seemingly puts the needs of Charlie, a non-human, above the needs of her own family to be respected by others and even her daughter Callie’s ability to integrate into human society at all. She might see Charlie as vulnerable and her family as strong, but neither part is exactly true or worth the gamble she places on its certainty. Nymphadora, already isolated from the black community of neighboring Spring City through the actions of her parents, allows herself a seduction, of sorts, by the Dr. Gardener, who sees her as a “specimen.”

Concerning this book and Julia Toneybee and even Laurel’s perspective on Charlie and chimp-kind, I’ve thought a lot about something I saw Chuck Klosterman write about Project Nim, a documentary about another chimp-raised-as-human experiment. These experiments, he says, “illustrate that same backward, irrational obsession Americans have with lower primates: We always want to immediately imagine these nonhumans are pretty much like us…. We start from that position and become [disenchanted] when it proves false. And that’s completely unlike the way we think about exotic strangers, even though exotic strangers are pretty much like us.

I was also concerned about recommending this book, which for all its readability, deep characterization, and fascinating ideas to reflect on, can be kind of a bummer. I mean, “fun” is not the be-all, end-all goal of reading a book, but it does make the initial sales pitch a lot easier. But in Greenidge’s excellent introductory essay, “Harmony and Discord,” for Charlie Freeman in the Spring 2016 Algonquin Reader (which is a sampler from the publisher of this book), she explains why a story like this, about the challenge of being black in America that lies somewhere on the continuum between “uplifting” and “atrocity,” is so necessary. The nature of that experience is valid, ubiquitous even, and underreported. Failed by the limits of language like her character Laurel, Greenidge keeps pushing language past its limitations until the story is told.

Good Girl, Plummie!

Okay. If you like illustrations and you like dogs….man, oh man, have I got a book for you!

As some of you may know, before I started working at Lemuria I was an adoption coordinator for a humane society. With that being said, I’m pretty into animals. Cats, dogs, rabbits, ferrets, whatever…I like them all.

JacketWhile I was working at the humane society, I was around about 150 animals every day. I currently have one dog, two cats, and one foster dog. So, right now I’m only around four a day. When I’m with my dog or cats, I’ll find myself wondering what they’re thinking about or trying to tell me (if that sounds weird….oh, well). BUT, don’t you fret; with Clark’s new book, Plumdog, I have the best look into a dog’s mind I could ever ask for.

Emma Chichester Clark is an illustrator and author located in London, England and has written and illustrated several children’s books. Clark has also created a blog (which has now been published in book form) that is all about her dog, Plum, who is a Whoosell (whippet, Jack Russell and poodle). Clark writes about Plum’s daily doings and illustrates them with her beautiful paintings. Basically, it is the most adorable, funny, and sweetest dog diary I’ve ever seen (or maybe even ever heard of).

Emma and Plum

Emma and Plum

If you’re wondering why your dog is rolling around in fox poop, Plum lets you know that it’s probably because it’s the best smelling perfume out there. Maybe you’re trying to figure out why your dog doesn’t give you back the ball you just threw for them. Again, Plum lets you know that once the ball is hers, it’s hers….no matter how 7744ecdc-6ab3-486a-85d4-75d04a7a5d11nicely you may ask for it back. That’s just how it is. Also, Plum would like for any and every dog owner to quit blaming their dogs for any rude noise or smell that occurs. It’s just simply not the dog….most of the time.

This book is perfectly illustrated and I laughed so many times while reading it. If you’re a lover of a good looking book and dogs, this book belongs to you. Come find me in Lemuria and we’ll just sneek into a nook in the store, sit on the floor and flip through this little gem.

Speaking of dogs, this is my foster pup “Audrey”. She is available for adoption with Jackson Friends of the Animal Shelter. She is spayed, up to date on shots, crate trained, and good with other dogs and cats.  Please let me know if you are interested in adopting!

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Cereus Readers Book Club: January 2016 News

Night-blooming Cereus Flower at Eudora Welty's House August 28, 2013We call ourselves the Cereus Readers in honor of Jackson writer Eudora Welty and her friends who gathered for the annual blooming of the night-blooming cereus flower and called themselves “The Night-Blooming Cereus Club.” In this same spirit of friendship and fellowship, this book club was launched.

The goal of the Cereus Readers is to introduce readers to the writing of Eudora Welty–her short stories, essays, and novels–and then to read books and authors she enjoyed herself or were influenced by her. We have been reading the work of Virginia Woolf, Elizabeth Bowen, Ross Macdonald, Raymond Chandler, Katherine Anne Porter, E. M. Forster, and others.

We typically meet the fourth Thursday of every month, but we sometimes change the date as necessary. No previous reading of Eudora Welty required.

For more information and to subscribe to our e-mail list, please send an e-mail to: lisa@lemuriabooks.com.

anton chekhovWe’re beginning this year with the mastery of Anton Chekhov.

Hunter Cole, long time friend of Eudora Welty, to visit with us about Anton Chekhov. Cole will be sharing his knowledge of Chekhov and Chekhov’s influence on Welty.

Hunter Cole visited Chekhov’s homes during several trips to Russia. He organized the Welty symposium in Moscow that several Welty scholars from Mississippi attended. His friends in Russia included professors from the Gorky Institute of International studies, especially those interested in Southern American writers, and the Moscow State University Literature Department. Cole was also the marketing director of University Press of Mississippi and edited each of the Press books by Eudora Welty.

Our reading selection for January 28:

“Reality in Chekhov’s Stories” by Eudora Welty (from The Eye of the Story)

We will spend two more meetings on the stories and possible a play of Chekhov.

If you’d like to join us, please e-mail me (lisa@lemuriabooks.com), and I’ll keep you up to date on meetings times and reading selections.

Morrison’s “God Help the Child” Deserves a Second Look

MorrisonSince it will be coming out in paperback later this month, I feel it’s appropriate to bring back into the conversation my favorite fictional release from 2015, Toni Morrison’s God Help the Child. After Morrison announced the imminent publication of her latest novel just over a year ago, it quickly became one of the most anticipated books of 2015; however, it was published in late April to somewhat mixed reviews.

God Help the Child tells the story of Lula Ann Bridewell, a blue-black girl born to light-skinned parents who view the darkness of her skin as an insult to their respectable family. Unable to feel anything but shame for his only child, Lula Ann’s father soon deserts the family, leaving her mother Sweetness to care for the unwanted girl. Sweetness assumes the responsibility of preparing Lula Ann for a harsh world that will undoubtedly punish her for having dark skin by withholding affection for her daughter entirely. The only departure from this loveless childhood comes after Lula Ann testifies against an elementary school teacher for sexual abuse. The thumbs up she gets from fathers and hugs she gets from mothers do not compare to the tender grasp of Sweetness’ hand as they walk down the street away from the courtroom.

Fast forward some fifteen years, and Lula Ann has become Bride, a strikingly beautiful woman behind a successful cosmetics line based in Los Angeles. Dressing always and only in white, Bride has changed her name and transformed her dark skin into her most valuable asset. Although she turns the head of every man and woman she passes, black and white, she has recently been abruptly abandoned by her enigmatic boyfriend Booker, an event that she not-so-convincingly attempts to downplay. Hoping to restore some of her self-worth that disappeared along with Booker, Bride goes in search of Sophia Huxley, the very teacher whom she helped imprison with her testimony and who was released on parole earlier that month.

These events and those that follow are told through chapters of rotating narrators: Sweetness, Bride, Brooklyn (Bride’s best friend and coworker), and Booker. Though Sweetness’ and Brooklyn’s chapters are shorter and mostly revolve around Bride, Booker’s chapter is long and details his own complicated childhood. Here we learn that Booker’s older brother Adam was abducted and murdered when he was young, an event that Booker, unlike his family, can never accept and move past. Consequently, Booker isolates himself emotionally and quietly nurtures his anger. Booker’s past, along with Bride’s, highlight the underlying theme of the novel, that “what you do to children matters. And they might never forget.”

In the wise words of my coworker Lisa, God Help the Child doesn’t quite pack the punch of some of Morrison’s most successful novels, but frankly, it doesn’t have to be her best work for me to call it my favorite book of last year. Stylistically, Morrison is a master, and her prose is as lyrical as ever. In one of my favorite paragraphs of the novel, Booker recalls a memory of Adam skateboarding, the last time he saw his brother before his disappearance.

“It was early September and nothing anywhere had begun to die. Maple leaves behaved as though their green was immortal. Ash trees were still climbing toward a cloudless sky. The sun began turning aggressively alive in the process of setting. Down the sidewalk between hedges and towering trees Adam floated, a spot of gold moving down a shadowy tunnel toward the mouth of a living sun.”

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Morrison is without question one of the most important authors in the world today, and, at age 84, she doesn’t seem to have lost her touch. We are lucky to still have her around, publishing a novel every three to five years. It is a truly special experience to read a literary giant during her own lifetime.

God Help the Child will be out in paperback on January 26. Also, if you enjoy being read to, check out the audiobook read by the author in her signature mesmerizing voice.

Author Q&A with Ed Tarkington

Original to the Clarion-Ledger. By Jana Hoops.

JacketNashville English teacher and wrestling coach Ed Tarkington releases his debut novel this month, “Only Love Can Break Your Heart,” after taking a circuitous route to add the title of “novelist” to his career accomplishments.

A distant cousin to Booth Tarkington, a best-selling literary novelist through the first half of the 20th century, the contemporary Tarkington says the memory of “Cousin Booth’s success left my father under the delusion that writing was a practical career choice. So I was never properly discouraged.”

Along the way, he earned a BA from Furman University, an MA from the University of Virginia and PhD from the Graduate Creative Writing Program at Florida State.

Tarkington’s formative years in Virginia shaped his early memories.

“I was born in Lynchburg, Virginia — not Lynchburg, Tennessee, the home of Jack Daniel’s whiskey, but, rather, of Jerry Falwell’s Old Time Gospel Hour. I grew up on the other side of town among the hypocrites and the sinners, also known as Presbyterians and Episcopalians.”

His career path to becoming a published author did not have a smooth start, he admits.

“Like a lot of young would-be writers, I floundered for a while,” he said. “I spent one year on a residential framing crew and the next teaching English at a small school in North Carolina, which I loved, but I wasn’t getting much writing done. I went to grad school at the University of Virginia to study literary theory, but scholarly life didn’t agree with me, so I ran off to Colorado to play at being Jack Kerouac. Eventually, I went back to school, enrolling in the Graduate Creative Writing program at Florida State.

“I fell in love, got married, started a family, and migrated to Nashville, where I now live, teaching and coaching, watching my little girls grow.”

A frequent contributor to Chapter16.org, Tarkington’s articles, essays and stories have appeared in Nashville Scene, Memphis Commercial Appeal, Post Road, the Pittsburgh Quarterly, the Southeast Review and elsewhere.

How did you become interested in language and writing?

I had many wonderful teachers growing up, but, eventually, in high school, I had two who really influenced me in a transformative way: a really ambitious and successful theater director named Jim Ackley, and Patty Worsham, my AP English teacher, who is still pretty much my hero. Patty taught me to love Shakespeare and Yeats. She also encouraged me to write and helped me discover contemporary writers like John Irving, who, being both a writer and a wrestler, really inspired me. Jim made us all feel like we were good enough to be professionals; our advanced acting class wrote a play our senior year, and that experience made me think, “man, you can do this.”

Please tell me about the kinds of works you’ve had published in other media.

When I was in graduate school, I spent a lot of time writing stories and sending them out to little journals, with little success. I took a brief stab at freelance magazine writing and flopped royally. So I decided to stick to teaching and novel writing and just hope for the best.

About a year after I moved to Nashville, Margaret Renkl, who is a really brilliant writer and editor here, had been hired by Humanities Tennessee to start up an online publication supporting Tennessee authors and book culture. Margaret was looking for contributors to the website, which they decided to call Chapter 16, because Tennessee was the 16th state to join the Union. Margaret asked me if I wanted to write essays and reviews for the website, and informed me that she would be paying for content. “Free book and a check?” I thought. “I’m in!”

I had no idea at the time that Chapter 16 would introduce me to this thriving literary community in Nashville revolving around Humanities Tennessee, the Southern Festival of Books, the Nashville Public Library and eventually, Parnassus Books. I got to connect with a lot of other writers and also get a byline in a number of different regional publications.

Is “Only Love Can Break Your Heart” your first novel? Tell me briefly about the story line.

“Only Love Can Break Your Heart” is my publishing debut, but not my first novel. I wrote another before, which was sort of a Cormac McCarthy, Robert Stone-type, a Southwestern noir. I worked on that book for seven years and had great hopes for it, but it didn’t sell.

By that time, I had been teaching high school and coaching for about four years. My life had gotten pretty tame; I had a hard time seeing my way back into the kind of world I’d spent the previous decade thinking and writing about. So I went back to my central Virginia childhood, drawing on memories and stories I’d collected over the years.

The narrator, Rocky, is a kid growing up in the small town South. He has an older half-brother, Paul, who is kind of the classic rebel-without-a-cause. Young Rocky idolizes Paul but doesn’t really grasp how troubled he is until Paul pulls a very cruel and vengeful stunt to lash out at their father and then disappears. Rocky’s childhood becomes defined by the absence of his beloved brother and by his involvement with Leigh Bowman, Paul’s ex-girlfriend, and with his new neighbors, who have an older daughter who sort of seduces young Rocky. Years after Paul’s disappearance, a grisly double-murder forces Rocky into a reckoning with the past and the present.

What inspired you to create this story? Is any of it influenced by any real-life occurrences in your life?

The primary relationship in the novel is between Rocky, the narrator, and his older half-brother, Paul. I don’t have a brother, but I do have a much older half-sister whose life has been utterly thwarted by mental illness. The pain and confusion I have always felt about what my half-sister’s illness did to her has haunted me for as long as I can remember. But I didn’t want to write a memoir or attempt in any way to “tell the truth;” I have neither the courage nor the authority to do so. So I turned my half-sister into a brother — Paul — and invented a narrator who is both at once the better and the worst parts of myself. I wanted to duplicate the feeling of growing up in the small-town South of the late ’70s and early ’80s, in a family that was both typical and strange, as most families tend to be below the surface.

The title of the book, according to the story, is a nod to Neil Young’s 1970 song of the same name. Was the story inspired in any way by the song, or was there any other connection?

When I first started imagining the characters and their personalities, I was listening to this music to help me find the mood and sensibility I was going for, and I just pictured Paul as a guy who idolized Neil Young. As I imagined him, Paul dealt with the pain of his dysfunctional childhood by identifying with Neil Young — or his idea, constructed from his music and his image, of what Neil Young was like.

As for the title — it just came sort of serendipitously. I was struggling to figure out what to call the book. Then one day I was driving to work listening to After the Gold Rush and “Only Love Can Break Your Heart” came on, and I just thought, “Eureka! That’s it.” I hope if Neil ever hears about this novelist stealing his song title, he will take it as the gesture of admiration it’s meant to be.

How would you describe your writing?

My favorite writers are the ones whose styles are very fluent and inviting. I work hard to make the language both pleasing and natural — lyrical, but also accessible.

As a high school English teacher, class sponsor, literary magazine sponsor and wresting coach — not to mention a husband and father — how do you have time to fit writing into your busy schedule?

Early to bed, early to rise. And I mean early.

What approach do you take in teaching your students to write? What do you encourage them to do or not do?

I try to train my students to write as if they’re writing for a general audience instead of for a teacher. I want them to think about what it takes to catch and hold someone’s interest in the Information Age, when there are so many forms of content competing for our attention.

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Author Ed Tarkington (Photo: Glen Rose/Special to The Clarion-Ledger)

Do you have other works already planned — or that you hope to be planned — for future release? In what genre?

I am hard at work on another novel. I expect to have a draft finished by the end of the year. While it is very different from “Only Love Can Break Your Heart,” it’s written with the same kind of style and sensibility and will hopefully appeal to the same audience.

 

 

Ed Tarkington will sign copies of “Only Love Can Break Your Heart” at 5 p.m. Thursday at Lemuria Books in Jackson.

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The Strangeness on My Shelf

Jacket (4)Imagine you’re broke (if you aren’t already), and you’ve just shown up to your successful cousin’s wedding. You’re without a gift, but even worse, you’re without a date. Old relatives are walking by and pinching your cheek asking when they’ll be able to come to your wedding.

You’ve just opened a bottle of vodka and are drinking from under the table as you watch family endow the newlyweds with lavish gifts. Then it happens: a moment so powerful, your life changes irreparably. Someone is looking your way. They make direct contact with you; with eyes that inspire such transformative romance, you spend the following years waxing poetic and sending love letters.

This is precisely what happened to the hapless protagonist, Mevlut, in Orhan Pamuk’s newest novel A Strangeness in My Mind.

Mevlut is a classic Pamuk protagonist, helplessly unaware, frustratingly stubborn, almost detestable, but eerily familiar, as if somehow at any moment you could lose focus and become the Mevlut of your own story. Unbeknownst to him, Mevlut finds himself as the groundzero for a massive tug-of-war much larger than his life, much larger than Istanbul, even larger than Turkey itself.

The story is centered around Mevlut’s move to Istanbul from a rural, more conservative Turkish village. Mevlut is a struggling street vendor, trying to catch the wave of new capital and European currency flowing in the streets. He’s attempting to make a living plying a trade that is on the brink of non-existence. But, it is what his father taught him to do, and he never finished school so he’s compelled to continue doing the one thing that he knows well.

Istanbul becomes the subtle protagonist as it begins to throb with life around Mevlut. Streets once empty are filled with chatter. Women walk without veils and bars serve Raki, a strong, Turkish liquor. Mevlut doesn’t despise the new Istanbul, but he’s rather like our moms and dads trying to use an iPhone—he gets frustrated seeing the things he’s comfortable with being replaced by new things that operate in new ways.

The neighborhoods of Istanbul are segregated in profound complexities. In so many moments, these mixed communities explode with violence between nationalists and communists, east and west, north and south, Islamist and secularist, and Turks and Kurds. But Istanbul, in all of its ambition and old-world mystique, will overcome all challenges and remain smack dab in the middle of the world.

Photograph of Orhan Pamuk by Jerry Bauer

Photograph of Orhan Pamuk by Jerry Bauer

Speaking from experience, I can tell you that A Strangeness in My Mind is an adrenaline rush for news junkies. The novel covers a vast period of Istanbul’s history, from adolescence to maturity. It won’t skip over hardship, car bombs, thugs, and systemic corruption in order to romanticize the city. Rather, it provides an unheard history attuned to a Western audience.

As a personal note, I began reading A Strangeness in My Mind, ironically, over turkey during thanksgiving. Irony aside, the climate is no laughing matter, and the political situation involving Erdogan’s contested election and the subsequent attack on Russian aircraft, then the assassination of the most powerful Kurdish lobbyist cannot be correctly understood via western media sources. A Strangeness in My Mind is a conduit to understanding Turkey, Pamuk’s guiding hand will provide an eager reader with a powerful emotional connection to the myriad of communities coexisting there.

¿CUÁLES SON ESOS MILAGROS?: “Avenue of Mysteries” by John Iriving and “I’ll Never Get Out of This World Alive” by Steve Earle

by Andrew Hedglin

A couple of weeks ago, I was doing some due diligence as a bookseller, and was reading the author interview in the book section of the Sunday Clarion-Ledger. This interview was with Phillip Watson, author of Garden Magic. Now, I’m not much for gardening myself, but as I read the interview I came across this really interesting quotation he used to explain the title: “Magic isn’t so much what you create. It is what you notice.”

I’ve been thinking a little bit about the nature of magic due to two fantastic novels I just read simultaneously: Avenue of Mysteries, the latest novel by John Irving which was just released this past November, and I’ll Never Get Out of This World Alive, the 2011 debut novel by country music singer Steve Earle. The two stories are ostensibly about male characters who are looking for a brighter future and trying to outrun their past, respectively, but the novels orbit around two Mexican teenage girls; Graciela in I’ll Never Get Out of This World and Lupe in Avenue of Mysteries.

9780618820962_hresGraciela is an eighteen year-old from a tiny town called Delores Hidalgo, before she finds herself in the care of an abortion doctor named Doc Ebersole on the South Presa Strip in San Antonio, Texas. Doc has been haunted by the ghost of Hank Williams ever since he gave Hank (in this version of events, anyway) the drugs that lead to his overdose. After ten years of chasing his heroin addiction across the Gulf South, Doc lands in San Antonio, Texas, plying his trade for girls in trouble and outlaws who can’t go to real hospital for fear of the law. Graciela’s arrival in late 1963 changes the course of not only his life, but also that of the entire neighborhood. The catalyst to the looming change begins with the investigation by a curious, hotheaded priest named Father Killen into the mysterious and perhaps miraculous goings-on on South Presa.

What he looks to confirm is this: Graciela has a mysterious healing power that is both physical and moral for Doc’s patients. Guided by the teaching of her late grandfather, she is connected to the spiritual world. For instance, she is the only other person besides Doc who can see Hank’s ghost. She just seems saintly. She gives off an aura that seems selfless (mostly true) and virginal (less so).

irving-avenue-mysteries-30-45Lupe, however, casts a long shadow in the other direction. The 13 year-old younger sister to the protagonist 14 year-old Juan Diego, she hails from the city dump just outside of Oaxaca. Due to webbing in her vocal chords, her voice is unintelligible to everybody but Juan Diego, but must translate for her. She can read minds and—perhaps—predict the future. She is opinionated, salty, and later on, quite vulgar. She takes orders from no one, but like Graciela, she is a born protector. She and her brother are named after Virgin of Guadalupe, a vision of Mary who appeared in Mexico in the 1500s, and the Aztec man who discovered her. She is capable of great faith, but demands results.

Because Avenue of Mysteries follows both Juan Diego’s childhood in Mexico and a trip to the Philippines after an adulthood in Iowa, Lupe appears in only half of the story—but it’s the more intriguing half. Irving, just as in A Prayer for Owen Meany and Last Night in Twisted River, writes slightly more fantastic and compelling childhoods than he does adulthoods, but the stories are interlocked rather than sequential, so the book never loses its momentum. Also, because we know Juan Diego’s fate in adulthood, what we wonder as they progress from the dump to the orphanage to the circus, is not what happens, but how (and was it inevitable?), especially regarding Lupe’s absence from the modern day narrative.

Although neither Graciela nor Lupe is, as I’ve said, the protagonist of her story, it’s hard to argue that each is not the star of the story. Graciela defies a hard realism in Earle’s novel, and Lupe a slightly softer one in Irving’s. Their fates differ wildly, but both leave an indelible impression—on the other characters, and the reader. Miracles seem to follow Graciela and Lupe, but what they can do is often a product of what they can see, and know, rather than what they will to be. They rarely use their abilities to their own ends, and the church is loath to anoint either of their magic as a miracle.

To be honest, I don’t quite know what to make of the use of archetype by authors who are clearly not of Mexican heritage. I can’t tell if use of the culture seems exploitative, or if the culture is a fertile setting and fair game for such a tale, or if both those things are true. I do know that when I studied the works of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a Colombian (and Mexican!) master of such of a form, in school, I learned that magical realism is often created in the belief gaps between two different cultures, and there certainly is that tension all throughout both novels. But regardless of where the magic comes from, it is there, and is worth noticing.

Falling Out of Reality

a671ed81-422b-4872-aa0e-0a8982a46530Eleanor was not what I expected.

When I read “Eleanor has been ripped out of time…” on the front cover of this novel, I expected there to be quite a bit of time travel; but that’s not quite what happened here. Turns out, it isn’t necessarily different times that Eleanor is traveling to; it is different realities. In fact, it is different people’s realities.

In 1985, Eleanor’s identical twin sister, Esmerelda, is torn from her life in a horrible accident. Esmerelda’s death pulls the family apart and Eleanor becomes a source of resentment to her own mother. Her parents separate and her mother begins to heavily rely on alcohol to help her get through the days she spends seeing her dead daughter’s face on Eleanor. Eleanor spends her days just trying to keep her mother alive.

The first time it happens, Eleanor is fourteen. She walks through a simple door at school, and vanishes. Again and again, against her will, she falls out of her reality and into other ones. Sometimes only an hour has gone by, sometimes days or even months have passed before she returns to her own reality. Again and again she leaves behind empty rooms and worried loved ones.

One day, Eleanor is removed from her world altogether and meets a stranger who reveals to her that the death of her sister is not the only grief that plagues her family. She realizes then that if she can harness her curious ability, she may be able to save and heal her family from generations of grief and pain.

This is a story I fully expected to be magical, yet I didn’t expect to be so raw and to dive beautifully into the depths of grief and depression. Author Jason Gurley does a great job of pulling you into worlds inside of worlds and takes you into someone’s reality who is grieving. I was so surprised by this book, and Gurley’s writing was delightful; I’ve never read a novel that really made me understand and experience grief like this book has. This is a story about the beauty of healing, and Gurley definitely made it beautiful.

Welcome to English Special Topics

Jacket (3)Over the break, I finally had some time to immerse myself in reading for fun! Did I ignore my impending final exams? Yes, I did! I read a couple of books during this time, but the one that really stood out to me was Belzhar by Meg Wolitzer. When I first picked up Belzhar, I thought it would be a quick and fun read, just what I needed to get me back into reading for pleasure, but it surprised me. I’m not saying that it wasn’t a quick and easy read; rather, that it was deeper and had a much more serious tone than I expected.

This novel approaches grief and tragedy in a way I never thought of before. It tackles these serious themes fully and is careful not to make light of them or belittle the suffering and struggles of the characters. It has the right amount of teenage humor and angst to keep the reading light and fun while still making the reader truly think about the effects of tragedy and grief on a person. It addresses how different people process and deal with grief in different ways without saying one way is the best, or the only way to process life’s terrible moments. Using a magical twist, Meg Wolitzer explores these themes in a way that is easier for the reader without taking away from the seriousness of the topic; through the interesting world of Belzhar, into which a group of students has been forced.

The story follows Jam Gallahue who has lost her boyfriend, Reeve Maxfield. She has been sent to a therapeutic boarding school out in the country for students with delicate emotions. (In Jam’s opinion, this is a nice way of saying she is two steps away from being tossed into the loony bin). Once there, she is placed into Mrs. Quenell’s English Special Topics class, a class in which only a seemingly random few are chosen. There have been rumors and talk about past students of this class; each year is different, one year they create their own language, another they hide out in the woods; and they all act as if they have a secret that no one else would understand.

At first the class isn’t all that weird. They’re reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and keeping journals. However, the journal assignment seems a bit strange. The journals have the power to take them back to a happier time just before their lives were overtaken by tragedy. Unfortunately, the students soon find there’s a catch. The journal only has so many pages. What will they do when the pages run out? How can they move past their own tragedies and start truly living again?

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