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Three books for your bedside table

I normally write my blogs on one book at a time. BUT! Today I thought I would share three books that I’ve recently read and really enjoyed.

One book has been made into a movie, one is currently being made into a movie, and the other…well, this author has several books, and two of his books have……yep, been made into a movie!

So, if you’re planning on seeing any of these films, I thought I would introduce you to the authors’ books first.

One.

Ron Rash’s Above The Waterfall.

Jacket (3)Although this particular book has not yet been made into a film, two of Rash’s other novels, Serena and The World Made Straight, have. Yep, you’re remembering the one with Jennifer Lawrence (yeeeeeees) and Bradley Cooper. I watched “Serena” a few weeks ago (on the lovely Netflix) and it really made me want to check out some of Rash’s other books. I’m really in love with the fact that his books are set in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina; this sets everything up for a beautiful story. In Above The Waterfall Les, a sheriff just on the edge of retirement, must deal with the ugliness of crystal meth cooks throughout his mountain town, while also dealing with an elderly local that is being accused of poisoning a trout stream. Becky, a forest ranger who seems to have a dark past, weaves in and out of the story in a rather beautiful way. Rash cuts back and forth from Les’ dealings with the law, to Becky’s love with the nature and mountains around her. Both Les and Becky seem to have difficult pasts, but both are being brought together, not only with defending the elderly local, but also for their love of the natural world they live in.

If you’re looking for a quiet, yet entertaining read…give this one a go!

P.S. Ron Rash will be here tonight at 5:00 for a signing and reading!

Two.

Cheryl Strayed’s Wild.

Jacket (1)This book came out as a film in 2014, and if you haven’t seen it…..read the book first! (Although, the movie is good, too).

My husband and I recently took a trip to Washington and spent a few days hiking around Mt. Rainier. Within those few days, we quickly decided we wanted to do this again…and soon. We’re already trying to gather up backpacking gear and looking up trails to get ourselves started. Our goal is to hike the 93 miles of the Wonderland trail (around the base of Mt. Rainier) one day. Which….will definitely take some training. I figured, why not read about Cheryl’s time on the PCT trail with little, to no training? This book is definitely going to identify more with individuals that are interested in either hiking or backpacking. But, Cheryl was also an advice columnist before becoming an author and this book is filled with metaphors, quotes, and stories that will inspire one to pull themselves back up if they are down. The main reason that Cheryl started her journey on the trail was based on grief, she was grieving her mothers death and her divorce. My favorite part of Cheryl’s writing/journey is how she ties in the nature around her to her healing process. For example,

“Crater Lake was a mountain with a heart torn out, that eventually healed— like myself”

If you’re interested in maybe picking up hiking, or you possibly already backpack and hike, you should definitely pick this book up. If you’re wanting a good story with a ton of brilliant metaphors throughout, take a chance on this one, and I think you’ll really enjoy it.

Three.

Emma Donoghue’s Room.

Jacket (2)Room is being made into a film and will be out nationwide on November 6th, 2015. Please, please read the book first! Because, I’m not completely sure how well this book can be made into a movie and still have its full effect.

In Donoghue’s Room, Jack and his Ma live in an 11×11 foot room morning, day and night. This room has been their prison since Ma was 19 and all of Jack’s life (because he was born in that very room). Ma and Jack eat, sleep, sing, play, read, cook and bathe in this room, since “Old Nick” kidnapped Ma six years before. What makes this story so interesting (and why I think it may be difficult to adapt into a film) is that it is told from the perspective of five-year old Jack, who has never been outside of Room. Just pick this book up and read the first paragraph…here’s a taste of what Jack is like:

“Today I’m five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in Bed in the dark I’m changed to five, abracadabra.”

The only things that Jack has ever known is Ma, Room and all of the things that are located in Room. To Jack, there are a million things to do in Room (read, water Plant, play Track, sleep, color), but for Ma, she is continuously thinking of the Outside and her life before being put in Room. There are two different perspectives on life coming from Ma and Jack throughout this book and it’s an awesome read. I couldn’t get over how incredibly content Donoghue made Jack’s reality feel to him, I wanted to scream “There’s a whole world out there, Jack!”. But, he wouldn’t have understood that. His Ma has to slowly introduce Jack to things throughout the book before finally getting him to understand that she had not always been in Room.

Please pick this book up and read it before the movie comes out….I really think reading this is going to make the movie so much better for you!

So, there ya go. Three new books to add to your pile! Please find me in the store and let me know how you like one, two or all three!

Tragedy is comedy is drama: Lauren Groff’s Fates and Furies

Fates and Furies Cover ImageIt is not often that I find myself losing sleep over characters in a book. Weeks after reading Lauren Groff’s Fates and Furies, Lotto and Mathilde’s story is prominent in my mind, and with Lauren’s upcoming visit to Lemuria, I’d like to share why this book was so powerful. When I talk about literally losing sleep, I mean that I was reading this book at 3  in the morning and was reading with my hand over my mouth because I couldn’t believe what was happening. Or maybe I could believe it. I’ll let you decide.

The title, Fates and Furies, reveals a lot about the book. In Crowell’s Handbook of Classical Mythology, the Fates are “Divine beings who determined the course of events in human lives.” They have been personified in many ways, but “as often as the Fates were associated with the end of life, they were active at its beginning.” The Fates are three women Clotho (the spinner), Lachesis (allotter) and Atropos (unturnable), who, from the very moment of birth determine the thread of one’s life, and when to cut it.

The first section of Fates and Furies, labeled, simply, “Fates,” is told from Lotto’s perspective. We see that he is destined for “greatness” from his birth. While the story is told in omniscient third person, there are interjections in brackets, as if an unknown party is relaying information the audience, or reader, should know, but that could not otherwise be revealed through the characters.

For example:

Lotto loved the story. He’d been born, he’d always say, in the calm eye of the hurricane. [From the first, a wicked sense of timing.]

So…who is the narrator who decides to interject himself or herself into the story? Much like a Greek chorus, this narrator frequently divulges what the character truly thinks or feels contrary to their actions, or extemporaneous information—i.e., that it was a wicked sense of timing. Perhaps, it would not be remiss to say that these speakers are the Fates, and later, the Furies. The Fates could also be interpreted as the women in Lotto’s life—his mother, his wife, and perhaps his sister. Who destined him for greatness by naming him Lancelot? His mother. Who furthered his play-writing career by being the muse and behind the scenes editor of his plays? Mathilde. Perhaps, even, there is a Fate that cuts his life short, but you’ll have to read it to see if that’s the case.the-three-fates-photo-researchers

Fates and Furies is the story of a marriage. “Most operas, it is true, are about marriage. Few marriages could be called operatic.” Lotto and Mathilde, two opposites, whose marriage, as it unfolds, is a Greek drama. It is both tragedy and comedy. Lotto’s English teacher asks the students the difference between tragedy and comedy. One student replies that it is the difference of solemnity vs humor.

“False,” Denton Thrasher said. “A trick. There’s no difference. It’s a question of perspective. Storytelling is landscape, and tragedy is comedy is drama. It simply depends on how you frame what you’re seeing.”

This statement encapsulates the entirety of Fates and Furies. In a book that concerns itself with a failed Shakespearean actor who turns to play-writing, the book can also be read as a play.

Comedies, in the Shakespearean sense, often concern themselves with the ability of the characters to triumph over the chaos of life, ultimately ending in a marriage, representing the renewal of life and of second chances. From the Greek, komas (meaning “the party”) and oide (meaning “the song”) comes, kōmōidía, or the song of the party, of the reveling. At the beginning of Fates and Furies, there is much reveling, and one party begins where the other ends, often without much distinction, so the reader must be observant to know that a new party has started, and learn the characters that orbit Lotto and Mathilde in constant rotation. As the story continues, however, these revolving characters are whittled down to a main five: Chollie, Mathilde, Lotto, Antoinette, and another later character. So begins the switch to tragedy.

In tragedy, a character is doomed to an unhappy end, usually by fate, and the hero suffers from hubris or excessive pride, ultimately leading to his downfall. Tragedy is comedy is drama. In Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, (a comedy where lovers are mixed up), there is a play within a play, the love story of Pyramus and Thisbe, which, incidentally is a tragedy. Pyramus and Thisbe cannot be together because of a family rivalry (an early Greek incarnation of Romeo and Juliet). They agree to meet under a mulberry tree. When Thisbe arrives first, she sees a lion whose mouth is bloodied from a recent kill, and in her hurry to runaway, she drops her veil. Pyramus enters the scene, thinks his beloved has been killed, and, rather than be without her, chooses to impale himself upon his sword. In A Midsummer’s Night Dream (5.1.261-270) the actor playing Pyramus cries:

What dreadful dole is here!

Eyes, do you see?

How can it be?

O dainty duck! O dear!

Thy mantle good,

What, stained with blood?

Approach, ye Furies fell!

O Fates, come, come,

Cut thread and thrum.

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

And while in the Greek play the lion has merely killed Thisbe, Shakespeare’s Pyramus goes on angrily to say that the lion hath “deflowered” his love.


And finally we enter the last section of the book, “Furies.” Also found in Crowell’s Handbook of Classical Mythology, the Erinyes, or Furies, as they were known to the Romans, were “female spirits who punished offenders against blood kin.” Crowell continues, “Whatever their precise origin, they reflect a very ancient Greek belief in a divine mechanism of retributive justice.” What we see in the last quarter of the book is Mathilde enacting revenge for past injustices—she is not just furious, she is fury.

I think that Lotto and Mathilde have entered the cannon of love stories all on their own, but it is also my opinion that they are Shakespeare’s Pyramus and Thisbe re-imagined. Tragedy is comedy is drama. From which lens are we seeing the drama unfold, and which one presents tragedy versus comedy? Lotto’s? Mathilde’s? The Greek chorus? Or the reader’s? Don’t miss this amazing, multi-layered story, and a chance to hear Lauren speak at Lemuria this Tuesday night at 5:00 in our main store!

Changes in FEC

Hello!

For over two years I have enjoyed handling Lemuria’s FEC and OZ FEC. There is a ritual to it–reading the books months in advance; discussing with all of our booksellers which books we should pick and why; anxiously awaiting the books’ release date so I can finally talk with other readers about another great story; meeting the authors and hearing how the story came to be what it is; and mylaring, wrapping, and shipping over 250 books each month. Some of the books we’ve selected are now some of my favorite novels–Paper Lantern: Love Stories, The Son, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, to name a few. But all good things must come to an end.

This month, I am handing over the FEC reins to Hannah and Austen. Hannah has worked at Lemuria for the past 3 years and is the fiction room manager. Austen is a jack-of-all-trades; from coordinating our ship-outs to receiving all of our book shipments, he keeps the gears of Lemuria well oiled. Your book orders and reading habits will be in good hands. You can continue to email them at fec@lemuriabooks.com. If you call the store, just let whoever you talk to that you are a member of the FEC; they will make sure your message gets to the right person.

I will still be at Lemuria for a little while longer, but I have cut my hours back so that I can teach English this semester at a local University. I’ll be moving to Tacoma, Washington in the new year and will join your ranks as a member of the FEC. I’ll have to get my Lemuria fix via the USPS.

Thank you so much for being a member of the club and giving me, and Lemuria, a community of book-lovers.

Happy Reading,

Adie

If you are not a member of our First Editions Club, but would like to sign up, please click here or call the store at 601.366.7619. We would love to have you.

Guinn’s ‘Scribe’ launches him into Big Leagues of authors

By Jim Ewing                                                                                                                   Special to The Clarion-Ledger

51JagzLcXZL._SX327_BO1,204,203,200_Jackson author Matthew Guinn is moving into the Big Leagues of novelists with his second book, The Scribe.

A mystery that focuses on a grisly series of murders during the opening stages of the Atlanta 1881 International Cotton Exposition, a world’s fair precursor, Scribe has all the elements of the genre to propel Guinn to the top.

The protagonist, Thomas Canby, is a flawed and disgraced police detective and former Civil War soldier who creates as many personal complications in his life as he professionally seeks to solve. A compelling and complex character, Canby is an Atlanta native who joined the Union side for reasons of his own. Unraveling (and untangling), Canby’s life is as intriguing as the plot.

A theme throughout is Canby seeking to grasp the depth and elusiveness of pure evil, personified by a shadowy character who seems to outwit Canby and the leaders of Atlanta at every turn. But confront it, he does: including his own demons.

When I really saw it for the first time clean and clear it was not a shadow,” Canby confides. “No fleeting glimpse. It was in flesh, real as dirt and cold as gunmetal…”

Mystery surrounds Canby’s quest, as troubled and confused as the callous and boastful shallowness of Atlanta’s post-Reconstruction civic leaders who have discredited and reviled him. It’s hard to tell friend from foe — least of all his partner, Cyrus Underwood, the first black police detective in Atlanta (advanced by those leaders for political reasons though also despised by them). All are suspects. All are flawed as human beings.

It all works, masterfully.

As a historical novel, Scribe is well researched, displaying historical accuracy for the Atlanta area after Reconstruction ended. It has a believable plot with startling twists and turns that grip the reader; spot-on characters that assume lives of their own with dialogue that springs organically from their characters. It’s a gripping tale that will have readers gasping, both in suspense and in horror. And Guinn provides a deft weaving of clues and facts that build mystery and interest.

If there is a criticism to the book, its strength is its weakness. Scribe is rigidly plotted and tightly written — good things. But it could have added a dimension to the characters if there were more fleshed out flashbacks or vignettes to provide lasting word pictures of the main figures.

For example, Underwood is primarily seen through the eyes of Canby, and not given his own voice and motivation. (A future novel perhaps?) The love interest, Julia, has a history with Canby, but we do not know her thoughts or yearnings.

These are minor details that do not detract from the book and, arguably, could have slowed its pace.

Guinn, who also displayed skill of national note in the critically acclaimed The Resurrectionist (an Edgar Award finalist), now has attained with Scribe the distinction of being one of the most promising fiction writers in America today. It proves Guinn to be a bona fide heavy hitter in the genre of mystery writing.

If he can continue on this course, building a body of work of equal quality, he will find himself among a rare few of serious literary merit. It’s exciting to see his work unfold and eagerly anticipate new works from this Southern author Jackson can claim as its own.

 

Jim Ewing, a former writer and editor at The Clarion-Ledger, is the author of seven books including Redefining Manhood: A Guide for Men and Those Who Love Them, now in bookstores.

The Gates of Evangeline

This is a book I actually read a couple of months ago, but haven’t had much of a chance to encourage anyone else to read….because it only just came out today. But! Now you can buy it and read it! Preferably at Lemuria, where you can pick it up right off of my recommended shelf. That’s what your plan was, wasn’t?

WFES399174001-2The Gates of Evangeline is a great psychological thriller written in a Southern Gothic style. Although Young isn’t from the South herself, the setting of her novel definitely is. Evangeline, a beautiful old plantation home, is captured perfectly in Young’s description of Louisiana’s swamp land. It’s here where our heroin, Charlotte “Charlie” Cates begins working on her writing assignment, a thirty-year-old missing child case, for a true crime magazine. It’s a chance for her to move on from her own son’s death, but that’s not the only reason Charlie has taken the assignment. She thinks that the missing child is communicating with her, to help her find out what happened to him.
I know what you’re thinking, “Eh…paranormal is not my thing.”
Trust me, it’s not really mine either. But, Young has written Charlie’s character in such a way that you can’t help but believe in her. I wanted so badly for her to figure out what had happened those thirty years ago because she was such a sympathetic, strong and heartwarming character. There’s a lot of loops and turns before that happens, but Young’s writing sucked me right in and I couldn’t wait to figure it all out.
If you’re not a fan of paranormal, but you are a fan of romance…there’s a little bit of that thrown in there too. *wink wink* Charlie has a bit of a thing for Evangeline’s landscaper. Yet again, the relationship between the two was believable, and I was definitely rooting for them.
This was a really good read. If you’ve always considered getting into a little Southern Gothic feel, I recommend checking this book out.
Also, if you want to be really cool, you should come meet Hester Young on Friday, September 4th at 5 o’clock! She’ll be signing and reading from her psychological, eerie, paranormal thriller with a touch of a romance novel, The Gates of Evangeline.
See you there!

Cereus Readers Book Club Resumes in September

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, and others.

We typically meet the fourth Thursday of every month, but we 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.


life to come by e m forsterThis fall we’ll be reading E. M. Forster.

We will be reading these texts, available at Lemuria:

The Life to Come: And Other Short Stories by E. M. Forster

Eudora Welty’s review of The Life to Come which is found in The Eye of the Story by Eudora Welty.

Thursday, September 17

We’ll talk about the life of E. M. Forster and his friendship with and influence on Eudora Welty.

Thursday, October 22 

The Life to Come: And Other Stories 

Thursday, November 19

The Life to Come: And Other Stories

Magic Beans for Escape Artists

relaxing-waters3-oDo you tape beautiful, exotic vistas to your cubicle wall, and wish you were floating on your back in the blue of the Mediterranean? And when the bossman comes round asking for you to work Saturday and Sunday while demanding more TPS reports, do you desire escapism? Fear not comrade! I have some magic beans to sell you. Save yourself a bruising imprint of QWERTY on your head and lose yourself in some good science fiction.

I’ll be the honest Magic Bean Merchant and go ahead and tell you that each of these three beans will produce their own beanstalks that will reach up far beyond the clouded mundaneness of your typical workday.

Also, I’ll be straightforward, there are giants atop the beanstalk. But these giants are not of the Odyssian-cannibal-club swinging-loincloth wearing ilk; rather, they are the profound, contemporary giants of today’s science fiction genre. Neil Stephenson stands atop the tallest stalk I refer to as ‘hard science fiction.’ Atop the beanstalk of fantasy resides the elusive B. Catling, sitting in stoic repose. And lastly, atop the beanstalk of magical realism, beckons the largest giant of all—Haruki Murakami.

moon4Think you can climb the highest beanstalk? Go ahead, limber up the legs of your science bound brain and prepare the ascent of Neil Stephenson’s SevenEves. I determine that SevenEves belongs in the ‘hard science fiction’ subgenre, because of Stephenson’s ability to convince his reader that every single thing happening within this epic is entirely possible and could happen in the real world…well, if some mysterious force were to destroy the moon and the subsequent fallout of moonrocks threatened the complete annihilation of humanity. SevenEves is steeped in physics and engineering lessons. For the first few weeks I was getting into this novel, I relentlessly dreamed (or in some cases had nightmares) that I was haphazardly floating around on the International Space Station trying figure out how to do things like pour dangerous chemicals into beakers in Zero-G to save the human race.

Seveneves_Book_CoverI recommend SevenEves to hard science fiction enthusiasts because Stephenson has mastered his form in this novel in a way that is so immersive and science-y that it would make Michael Crichton blush. Climb aboard if you have the time to devote to this novel, because it is exceedingly dense—but if you are fit to the task you will be directly portal’d to a different time and place that is much more titillating than the real world.

(Also, please, please PLEASE! Will someone read this one? After having finished it I crave, no, I NEED, to have someone to talk to concerning SevenEves. After the end I’ve been gasping for further pontification. For instance: I want to tell you that [if I were a character in this epic] I would be a Neolander (Red) Aidan Beta that retreated to Beringia in order to re-seed Terra Firma with gen-mod grapes [that haven’t been robbed of sweetness by epigenessis] and make new Earth’s first wine vineyard…and protect the whole shindig from those barbaric diggers and dastardly blue Teclans with the crack of my nano-bot composite bull whip.)

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The newest stalk, the stalk of fantasy is one climbed only by the most adventuring escapists. This beanstalk is comprised of B. Catling’s first and only published work: The Vorrh. Six or seven plots within The Vorrh revolve and twist around each other. The deadfall switching of narrative voicing and character arcs keeps readers 9781101873786_custom-a1fc95829af43f8bd45cc87a903b4e69253ea0e5-s400-c85on their toes. This mechanic forces the reader to keep guessing what lies at the center of the mystical Vorrh, which is a place hidden in the most remote reaches of Africa where ‘gods walk’ and is even referred to by some as a ‘garden of Eden.’ If the fantasy beanstalk is the one you want to surmount, prepare yourself for The Vorrh and expect to enter the minds of an indigenous tribesman/assassin wielding a talisman-enchanted post WWI rifle, of a lusty Cyclops raised by robots and imprisoned in a mysterious basement, and lastly prepare yourself to visit The Vorrh, being a composite of captured beauty that will send your heart racing and captured terror that will keep your heart skipping.

61S4qiYiwTL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_The last bean I offer you will actually split into two parallel stalks. So, climb one, climb the other, or if you are an exceptionally strong escape artist—Ironman your way up the middle of both at the same time. The legendary king, master of the magical realists’ universe stands at the top, straddling both stalks with his style and enormous narrative gait. He is no other than Haruki Murakami, and the stalks are respectively Kafka on the Shore and IQ84.

So, being the astute Murakami fanboy I seem to be, I gotta tell you these books will blow your mind so bad that you’ll be scraping brains from your wallpaper for weeks. Both are set in real world Japan, and begin tragically trapped by a serendipitous sense of realism, but as the novels evolve, Japanese 1q84jpg-a30943ff751f88f9mysticism will rise up from the darkest cracks of unexplored Tokyo and entrance you with plot arcs that will leave your jaw dangling with a loss for words.

If ultra-femenist, ice-pick wielding, super assassins and powerful, corrupt cults are your type of thing, pick up IQ84. If coming of age stories, libraries, shadow walking, leeches raining from the heavens, and a cast of talking cats are more your thing, pick up Kafka on the Shore.

Don’t feel trapped by mediocrity my friend. Thousands of alternate realities await you on the shelves of Lemuria if none of these beanstalks fit your escapist ambitions. Drop by, grab a Lemurian and demand that they help you escape reality.

But, ask for me if any of these magic beans have particularly sparked your curiosity. I’m eager to set you on a steadfast route out of your cubicle. Godspeed, my escape artist comrades!

Learning about a quiet, respectful love

WFES628725278-2Initially, I was unsure about reading Meanwhile, There are Letters: The Correspondence of Eudora Welty and Ross MacdonaldThe feeling of voyeurism was unsettling, disturbing.  I soon talked myself out of this, though.  Ms. Welty did, after all, give these letters to the Department of Archives and History, knowing full well that someone would read over them.  More importantly, Susanne Marrs—one of the book’s editors who is recognized as the leading authority on Welty’s writing—would not allow anything improper to be printed.  Dr. Marrs’ devotion to Welty goes beyond the academic: the two were friends, and Marrs’ commitment to that friendship has endured long after Welty’s death.

So, I got a copy.  And I’m loving it.

The mystery writer Kenneth Millar, under the pen name Ross Macdonald, dazzled readers with his books for over two decades, starting in the early 1950’s.  A longtime reader and fan of Eudora Welty’s fiction, he dropped her a simple fan letter in 1971.  Welty reciprocated both the letter and admiration (she was a voracious reader, especially of mystery novels) and a friendship born of letters followed.  In Meanwhile, There are Letters, editors Marrs and Tom Nolan (an expert on Macdonald) have arranged the letters chronologically, adding annotations to give context about the world outside of the epistles.

We as readers get to see the friendship emerge, and possibly move into more intimate territory.  So many things prevented Welty and Macdonald (Millar) from physically consummating a relationship:  his marriage, their age, his declining health.  Yet, the love engendered between these two souls is genuine.  Don’t pick up this book if you’re looking for high drama and overwrought romance.  Instead, get a copy to follow a beautiful companionship based on mutual love of reading, observing, writing, and living.  Meanwhile, There are Letters isn’t a rapid page-turner: it’s a leisurely lope through a vast emotional landscape with two guides who know and love the territory.

Barbara the Slut

Let’s be honest, when a book with a title as great as Barbara the Slut and Other People comes out, you have to jump on it.

91rx67NAe5LShort stories are the red-headed stepchild of books. Where’s the payoff? The well-honed characters? It’s hard to be swept away in 20 pages. I get it. But sometimes I cheat on my diet of lengthy novels for a candy-sized quick fix. I want something weird and uncanny and I want it fast.

I want to tell everyone about this book, but I especially want to tell them about the title story that rips open the barely-healed wounds of high school (and adulthood, too). Barbara, who has earned her moniker, is all of us trying and failing to navigate the pecking order of high school (and adulthood). She just wants to go to a good college, to leave the pimply boys behind her and be something bigger, to untangle her aspirations from her boredom. But the decisions we make ripple farther then we intend. Especially with sex. If you don’t buy this book, that’s fine. But please come find a comfortable chair in the bookstore and take fifteen minutes to read THIS story. It will break your heart.

And then there is “My Humans.” Told from the perspective of the dog, who spends a good amount of time licking and scratching and eating unusual things, we watch a relationship bloom and flower and wilt without the emotional attachment of someone involved. It is hauntingly familiar.

Like most short story collections, there are always a couple duds–the stories you have such high expectations for but that for some reason or other don’t deliver as hard of a punch. “Desert Hearts” follows a law school graduate as she poses as a lesbian to work at a sex shop in San Francisco. It has all the makings of a good story. Great setting? check. Characters with flaws for days? check. A conflict that is more real for us then we would like? check. But the story falls flat at the end. I don’t want redemption in a story this much in the gutter.

Don’t let this deter you from this collection, because when Lauren Holmes nails it, the nail goes in straight. Our human desire for belonging and intimacy have never had such a keen lens pointed at them as these stories have in the capable hands of Lauren Holmes. She bares us all on the page.

Barbara the Slut just came out this week and is available at Lemuria.

From the Archives: The Story of Land and Sea

My favorite books are ones that speak to my heart and head, ones that make me think but also affect my emotions.  The Story of Land and Sea is one of these books.  With lucid prose, historical and cultural accuracy, and a set of complex yet relatable characters, this debut novel from Jackson native Katy Simpson Smith has been one of the best I’ve read this year.

9780062335951-2TThe novel’s plot follows three generations—John and Helen, their daughter Tabitha, and Helen’s father Asa—as their lives twine and separate and twine together again.  Set in coastal North Carolina soon after the revolutionary war, the story’s themes of struggle and discovery mirror our then-fledgling nation’s obstacles of defining itself as something other than a former colony.   But it’s more than just a parable for our country: the characters are so compelling and relatable, even for readers seated comfortably nearly four centuries later.  John, the center of most of the plots, is a former pirate who marries Helen, daughter of the wealthy landowner Asa.  Rather than falling into the trappings of cliché, Smith keeps the plot believable by focusing on the characters’ personalities, all of whom are likable, relatable, yet capable of much unsavoriness.  (I’m being vague on purpose.  If you want to know what happens, you’ll need to come buy a copy).

The cultural and historical accuracy of this story is another place my affinity rests.  Smith has a PhD in history from UNC, and she applies her knowledge of early America without turning the novel into a textbook.  The sentences themselves flow so easily,   I found myself lost in the beauty of the writing several times.  Here’s an example, focusing on the wedding of John and Helen:

The marriage takes place in the summer, among the heaved-up roots of the live oak, the lone tree that curves over the front lawn, bend and contorted to the shapes the easterly wind made.  Moll [a slave]  fidgets in a yellow linen dress with two petticoats and holds a spray of goldenrod that she pulled from the back garden; no one else had thought to.

With writing this good, it makes sense that one of the central images in the book is water.  Like water, this story, its characters, and its words are fluid and powerful.

Join us tonight at 5:00 for a discussion and signing for The Story of Land and Sea with Katy Simpson Smith and fellow author and historian Suzanne Marrs!

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