Thanks to Moorish Girl for pointing me to this interview with the author of the beautiful novel Purple Hibiscus. This is the rare book that actually made me cry. She says that some of her favorite authors are “Paule Marshall, Amit Chaudhuri, John Banville, Nawal El-Saadawi, Graham Greene, Flora Nwapa, Bernard Malamud, Ivan Turgenev and the incredibly talented John Gregory Brown”. I am looking forward to reading more of her work.
Monthly Archives: February 2005
Reviews of 2 of the books I read on vacation
Finding oneself stranded on the island in the South Seas may be a dream for some people. Melville certainly thought so, or so it seems at first. In Typee, which is largely autobiographical, the narrator is a crewman on a whaler, who has been out at sea for six months. Under the fist of a cruel captain, our ‘hero’ decides it best to jump ship while anchored at the Marquesas. He and a companion from the ship find themselves in the clutches of the Typee, renowned for their cannibalism. Yet the ‘savages’ turn out to be gentle and good-natured for the most part.
Melville clearly has problems with his own civilization. He compares and contrasts the so called ‘gentle’ behavior of the English against the ‘savage’ behavior of the Typee, and the Western society comes out looking the worse. His own experiences with the missionaries in the South Seas soured him on the belief that the societies could co-exist. In the end, however, the Typee are not the idyllic society as he first thought. The narrator realizes eventually that he is not permitted to leave—-no matter what (he has a very bad ailment that they cannot treat, but won’t let his companion return with medical help). Part sociological treatise on the daily life of the islanders and part journal of an escape gone wrong, Typee has an enduring appeal. One of the best reasons to read this book is to see the native islanders before Western culture has a chance to influence them too much.
The exoticness of the setting of the novel is what brought me to my next read. Well, that and the fact that I’ve been dying to read Graham Greene since I heard Michael Gorra and James Wood discuss him months ago. I chose to read The Heart of the Matter after learning that it takes place in an unnamed country in Africa (I often follow themes when I read on vacations. I read all of Dumas’ works while traveling through France years ago. That’s why I now have a cat named d’Artagnan). Set during WWiI, the novel’s ‘hero’ Scobie, assistant police commissioner, seems to get not pleasure from love. Married to Louise, who suffers from depression, his pity for her has replaced the love he once felt. When she leaves for South Africa (to get away from it all apparently), he meets Helen, recently widowed when her ship is torpedoed and sinks. They fall into love. But the love is reminiscent of the ‘love’ he feels for his wife. Meanwhile Wilson, new to the town, also in love with Scobie’s wife, keeps tabs on Scobie. And there is Yusef, the shady smuggler who blackmails Scobie. Weaved into the story is plenty of Catholic guilt.
The plot sounds complicated, but this amazing book has the power to hold you as you must find out what happens to all the flawed characters. No one comes off unscathed in Greene’s novel. No one is sympathetic. Rather, most are pathetic. But you can understand Scobie’s personal crisis. I am not doing justice to this great work. Another great thing about the edition I picked up was the James Wood introduction. I waited to read it after I had finished. It illuminated the novel. Adding more Graham Greene to my TBR list is a must.
Stay tuned tomorrow for the rest of my vacation reads!
More than just the name of a vacuum cleaner
The tireless Dan Wickett got an interview with author Tom Bissell, whose new book God Lives in St. Petersburg looks really really interesting (I am trying to finagle a copy from my one source). I thought Chasing the Sea a fascinating account of his time in Uzbekistan. I’ve also read some of his pieces for Harper’s. Bissell is very talented.
Old but Good News
This could be old news to many, but I’ve been away for a week, so bear with me. Publisher’s Lunch reports this deal:
Andrea Seigel’s TO FEEL STUFF, a follow-up to her first novel LIKE THE RED PANDA, the story of a chronically ill young woman living in the infirmary at Brown University who is going through a kind of psychic puberty — while involved in an unusual love triangle with an a cappella star who was attacked in the knees with a crowbar, and a ghost who roams the infirmary, to Ann Patty at Harcourt, by Douglas Stewart at Sterling Lord Literistic (NA).
I read Like the Red Panda and thought it an impressive first novel. I also read her blog (which she redesigned in my abscence apparently). So congratulations to her!
Report: What I did on my vacation or How I Abandoned Cold Cold New England for 7 Blissful Days
Belize is a beautiful country. Nestled on the coast between Guatemala and Mexico, it also has the longest barrier reef in the Americas. We stayed in San Pedro on Ambergris Caye, which you can get to by boat or small plane.
We chose the latter.
The short ride over is memorable in itself—clear blue water with tiny bits of land.
You’d better Belize it
I am back from a great vacation. It was hard stepping off the plane and realizing that I had to not only put on a sweater, but my winter coat too. I can’t imagine anyone is feeling too bad for me though. I will have more on the vacation later—I snorkeled and saw some really cool stuff (barricuda!). Plus I read 5 books! But it’s the weekend and I am still on vacation (really I just have to clean the house a bit) so you may not hear from me until Monday.
On another note, I realized today that the anniversary of this blog was last week as well. I started it on February 7th 2004. So happy anniversary to me.
Virgins aplenty
Sorry I am so uninteresting lately. Like I mentioned in previous posts, work is extremely hectic due to a co-worker out with a very serious illness. Plus I am going on vacation starting on Friday. Mr. Bookdwarf and I are off to Belize for a week and I cannot fucking wait. The snow here has not disappeared. The three and a half feet we got in January is still everywhere.
But on a brighter note, I really liked this article on Book Clubs by Li Robbins. Since everyone knows I work in a bookstore, they just assume that I want to either join or start a book club. Not so. I agree with her that it’s the solitary aspects of reading that I like. The same goes for movies. I have no need to pick it apart to death. I also admit I like Robbin’s cranky tone. We need more cranky writers!
