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BTT: The Last Word
2008 at 9am Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
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As a perfect follow up to last week’s discussion of great opening lines, this week’s question is:
What are your favourite final sentences from books? Is there a book that you liked specially because of its last sentence? Or a book, perhaps that you didn’t like but still remember simply because of the last line?
While I have loved the endings of many books, the only last line that I can recite comes from one of my all-time favorite books, The Great Gatsby:
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I just think it’s the perfect ending to a quite possibly perfect book.
Now, in terms of how the story ends, I have several favorites. The ending of John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany is one of the most beautifully crafted, elegant tying up of several themes and storylines I’ve ever read. His skill is almost Dickensian, and that’s one of the many reasons I keep coming back to this book. Each time I read it, I gain a deeper appreciation for exactly how well thought out it is, and it just keeps getting better. It’s similar to A Tale of Two Cities, which also has a wonderful ending, as the threads all come together to help readers understand why it has become a classic.
Recently, I’ve read two books whose endings I will be thinking about for a very long time to come. First, Andrew Davidson’s upcoming debut novel The Gargoyle, which I’m convinced will become a modern classic. (click here for my review) It’s a beautifully told story with a pitch-perfect ending, and even though it’s been less than a month since I read it, and I’m already looking forward to the next time around. Also, Brunonia Barry’s The Lace Reader, which came out this Tuesday, has a surprise ending that left me absolutely breathless and in awe of her great talent (read my review here). I can’t recommend these two highly enough.
Book Review: Queen of the Road by Doreen Orion
2008 at 9pm Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
Queen of the Road: The True Tale of 47 States, 22,000 Miles, 200 Shoes, 2 Cats, 1 Poodle, a Husband, and a Bus with a Will of Its Own is psychiatrist Doreen Orion’s memoir of the year she and her husband Tim (also a psychiatrist) decided to “chuck it all” in order to travel around the U.S. on a luxury bus, getting away from the stress and distraction of work and materialism and getting back to the things that really matter. Doreen, a self-professed couch potato, resisted the idea for five years and, even when she agreed, when kicking and screaming on this cross-country adventure , during which she occupied most of her time worrying about what she was wearing, which of her possessions might get broken in the event of a bus accident, and how best to mix up her next fruity martini.
I loved the concept of this book, but, unfortunately, I did not love the book. “High-maintenance woman sharing 340 square feet of living space with her husband and 3 pets in a home on wheels for an entire year” has great potential, but Orion did not make good on the promise implied by the fabulous subtitle (not to mention the serious online hype) of her book. A self-described “Long Island Princess,” Orion knew it was going to be a difficult trip, but rather than sucking it up and roughing it, she crammed as many of her designer clothes and shoes into the bus as possible, and she doesn’t hesitate to mention them at every possible opportunity. The name dropping got old quickly, as did her attempts at witty humor, which I felt were too cutesy and made me feel like she was trying just a little too hard to make the readers like her. I let out a more-than-slightly-audible groan when I read this little gem:
He [her husband] had truly become…a “busnut.” And I suppose that made me, the wife lugged along on busnut adventures, nothing more than a lugnut.
Was that really necessary? I mean really.
When she’s not obsessing about her shoes, clothing, and beverage preferences–or incessantly discussing her recently developed bus phobia–Orion describes her husband’s handyman tendencies and mechanical abilities (she refers to him as Project Nerd throughout the book) and insists on reminding readers over and over how theirs is truly a marriage of opposites. Tim must be a saint. I wish there were more of him in the book. In fact, if they had written it together, providing two perspectives on each experience, or taken turns with the chapters, or something, I probably would have enjoyed the book much more.
Following a few near-catastrophic experiences, Doreen finally begins to discover that materials possessions are not the most important things in her life. She writes about the ways in which being on the road is helping her make different choices about her life and learn what is really valuable, and by the end, she learns that it really is more about the journey than the destination. These mini-epiphanies are somewhat redeeming, though it concerns me that a psychiatrist could be so dense as to be surprised by the fact that such a drastic change in her lifestyle would also bring about changes within herself. Additionally, Orion’s descriptions of these revelations are so platitudinous that they often sound like messages found in the back of every high school senior’s yearbook. Case in point:
While going with the crowd feels safer…it’s much more rewarding to take to the open road on your own, to determine your own course and have your own experiences.
Yes, this is an important life lesson, but where’s the meat?
Another problem I had with this book was that, though it is billed as a travel memoir, there’s really very little travel writing in it. Orion mentions some of the places she and Tim visited and provides a few random historical facts about them, but she fails to give us the “flavor” and feel of her destinations. In a way, this is okay, since what she’s really focused on is what took place inside the bus (and insider herself), but I think the good folks whose job it is to classify books need to take another look at this one and give it a nice cozy home in the Biography/Memoir department.
Despite the fact that Doreen drove me nuts through most of the book, there were a few moments that made me laugh out loud. The incident that results in usually very put-together Tim reporting to an E.R. nurse that “Cousin JT’s been run’d over by the tractor!” is classic, but even better is the moment when a fellow RVer, upon learning that Doreen and Tim are both shrinks, asks them if they’ve been analyzing him during the conversation, and Doreen responds with “If I were a proctologist, do you think I’d want to look up your butt?” I loved it. During my four years of college as a psych major and two years of clinical psych graduate school, I was asked that question (“so, are you analyzing me now?”) countless times at dinner parties, group events, etc., so I can’t imagine how tired she must be of hearing it after 20+ years, and I’m jealous of such a great response.
Queen of the Road is light and fluffy despite its attempts to explore the deeper meanings of life. It was far from compelling and was too easy to put down, though many other reviewers with whom I usually agree have enjoyed it and reviewed it positively. I suppose it would be a decent beach read….Because it was just OK, I give this one 2.75 out of 5.
If you’d like to read more about Doreen & Tim’s trip, visit her website, which is actually pretty good.
Tuesday Thingers: Cataloging
2008 at 5pm Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
Today’s question from Marie at The Boston Bibliophile is: Cataloging sources. What cataloging sources do you use most? Any particular reason? Any idiosyncratic choices, or foreign sources, or sources you like better than others? Are you able to find most things through LT’s almost 700 sources?
The only cataloging source I really use is LibraryThing. When I discovered it last month (how did I not know about it sooner?!), I did a quick inventory of all the books on my home bookshelves and entered those. Then I started remembering other books and adding them. My policy is to only catalog books that I have read or am in the process of reading. I keep a separate list of TBRs on my desktop rather than adding them to LT and tagging them as such. I also recently discovered Shelfari, but I haven’t been utilizing it nearly as much, even though I think their layout is prettier. If you use either (or both) or these resources, you can view my profile by clicking the appropriate link under “Where Else to Find Me” over on the right. So far, LT has had everything I’ve looked for, so it works for me. I expect that as I become more deeply involved with the online book community, I’ll discover other resources, and I’m looking forward to reading the other responses to this question.
Now, a few unrelated notes:
1) Two very wonderful books came into the world today! Both The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (my review is here) and The Lace Reader (read my review) were released today. I loved them both and strongly recommend that you head over to your bookstore of choice and purchase them immediately. I’d love to see these authors succeed and be recognized for these outstanding works.
2) Based on responses to the poll from my Sunday Salon post, I am currently reading Queen of the Road. So far, it’s OK…review to come tomorrow or Thursday.
3) There are only 3 days left to ENTER TO WIN MY ARC GIVEAWAY OF THE GARGOYLE!. So head on over to that post and leave a comment to be entered. You’ll receive an extra entry for posting about it on your blog, and one entry for every click-through that brings people to Readerville.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
Book Review: The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai
2008 at 7pm Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
Set in 1986 in India at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga, where the Indian border meets those of Nepal, Tibet, Sikkim, and Bhutan, and where people of many classes and cultures collide in their shared struggle to survive, Kiran Desai’s The Inheritance of Loss presents the story of one family as a symbol of the global issues related to colonialism and the search for identity.
First we meet the retired judge, Jemubhai Patel, whose isolated house near the foot of the mountain is home also to his beloved dog Mutt and his cook, whose name we do not know until the second-to-last page of the book. The judge and the cook have lived together in apparent symbiosis for many years when the judge’s orphaned granddaughter, Sai, comes to live with them. Her arrival marks the beginning of the conflicts that define the novel. Also central to the story are Gyan, Sai’s Nepali tutor, and Biju, the cook’s son, who has traveled to America in hopes of escaping poverty and making enough money to eventually rescue his father from servitude.
The central conflict of the novel revolves around the Nepalis’ fight to gain education, health care, and other basic rights in India. Early in the story, a group of young insurgents storm the judge’s house and steal his rifles, literally robbing him of the signs of his Western education and professional occupation. When the tutor, Gyan, with whom Sai has begun a romantic relationship, joins the insurgency, Sai finds herself caught in the middle of a war of class and caste and discovers that she also has become a symbol of wealth that Gyan despises. The development of their relationship is gentle and beautifully written, and the passages about its destruction are harsh and difficult to read. Their conflicts in some ways reflect the judge’s conflicts with his wife, which we learn about through a series of flashbacks and memories that serve to flesh out the judge’s personality and help us understand where he is coming from.
While Gyan and the insurgents are fighting a battle for rights and freedom in India, Biju, the cook’s son, is fighting for his own survival and struggling to maintain his identity as he adapts to life in the U.S. As he hops from one menial job to the next, Biju discovers that America’s opportunities are not as plentiful as he expected, and he has given up a servant’s life in one country just to find the same life in a new country, where he faces constant poverty and exploitation. He even notes that, though poverty in America is substantially less severe than poverty in India, it is more difficult to live with because it is so obvious and noticeable, something the members of the middle class actively work to separate themselves from. Biju’s experiences illustrate many of the problems with colonialism and globalization, and when he decides to return to India, the message becomes even stronger when an American friend tells him:
You know…America is in the process of buying up the world. Go back, you’ll find they own the businesses. One day, you’ll be working for an American company there or her. Think of your children. If you stay here, your son will earn a hundred thousand dollars for the same company he could be working for in India but making one thousand dollars…You are making a big mistake. Still a world, my friend, where one side travels to be a servant, and the other side travels to be treated like a king.
I really, really wanted to love this book. It won both the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Man Booker Prize (2006), and I had high hopes. Perhaps that was part of the problem. Desai’s story makes an important point, and it is certainly one that merits discussion and examination, but I felt that she was a bit heavy-handed with the agenda at times. In the beginning of the book, the writing was beautiful and made me want to slow down and linger in the world she was creating, but the feeling gradually dissipated as I got deeper into the story. The middle of a story is very important, and I had a hard time getting through this one. I found myself reading one or two chapters then turning on the TV, or going to see what my husband was doing, or taking a quick walk through the yard before I was able to come back to it.
Desai presents the similarities between the judge, Gyan, and Biju–as they fight to find their identities and reconcile themselves with their histories–very well, but she does not develop Sai’s character (or really, any of the other characters) as fully as I wanted her to. Biju was really the only character I cared for and found sympathetic, and I enjoyed the chapters that focused on him and the cook the most. This was a good book, but it was not a book that I loved or will be recommending to friends. Jhumpa Lahiri’s treatment of similar themes and issues is much more subtle and intriguing, so if you’re interested in the ideas and conflicts mentioned in The Inheritance of Loss, I’d suggest you pick up The Namesake and Unaccustomed Earth instead.
Far from being impossible to put down, this was a good book, but not a great one. 3.5 out of 5.
The Sunday Salon
2008 at 10am Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
Finally, a Sunday morning with no plans, no obligations, and nothing to do but sleep in, sit around in my jammies (which I will do for most of the day), and enjoy some quality snuggle time with my husband and the pooch. It seems like every weekend of the summer so far, we’ve either been out of town, had people visiting us in town, or had plans that kept us really busy.
It’s so nice to be able to slow down a bit, and this couldn’t have come at a better time, since the coming week is going to be crazy for me as I prepare for a back-to-school event at our store on Thursday night, the Breaking Dawn midnight release party on Friday night, and helping my brother- and sister-in-law move on Saturday. Whew! I’m getting tired just thinking about it.
Despite all that’s been going on, I’ve done some good reading this week. I learned all about the history of sex research and just how far Mary Roach will go for a good story in Bonk (read my review), and I took a musical trip down memory lane with Rob Sheffield, whose book Love Is a Mix Tape (review here) broke my heart and caused me to reflect on the music and relationships that are most important.
I’m almost finished with The Inheritance of Loss, and while the writing is quite beautiful, I’m having a hard time getting through the middle chunk of the book…but more to come on that later. Has anyone else read this? What did you think?
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