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There was a time when I believed, with the police and the media and my stunned parents, that I was the redeemed one, the boy borne safely home on the ebb of whatever freak tide carried Peter and Jamie away. Not any more. In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.
In Knocknaree, Ireland in 1984, young Adam Ryan and two of his friends disappeared into the woods near their home. Ryan was later found standing in the woods, his shoes filled with blood, in a near-catatonic state. He has no memory of what happened in the woods or where his friends ended up, and he’s done everything he can to forget the experience, move on with his life, and prevent people from finding out that he was the boy who came back.
Now, twenty years later, Adam Ryan has become Rob Ryan, and he’s a homicide detective. When a twelve-year-old girl is found murdered in a clearing where Knocknaree’s woods used to be, Rob and his partner (and very close friend) Cassie Maddox are called to investigate, and Rob, wondering if this murder is somehow connected to the long-ago disappearance of his friends, is simultaneously excited and terrified.
What if he gets answers? What if he remembers something he’d really rather not? What if the truth about his identity gets out, and what if the truth about what happened to him is even worse than what he’s imagined for the last twenty years?
Tana French’s debut novel In the Woods is a deliciously creepy psychological thriller of the very best sort. While the whodunit element of the story is certainly important and well-written, the real beauty of In the Woods lies in French’s depiction of the easy, comfortable intimacy between Rob and Cassie—the sort we all feel with our very closest friends but can rarely put into words—and her vivid imagining of the effects the investigation has on Rob. Unable to keep his usual professional distance from this case, Rob finds himself slowly falling apart. A crack here. A slip there. One drink too many some night or other. They’re small things, but he is both painfully aware of them and unable to make himself stop, and they become impossible to ignore.
Not only does French craft a smart, unpredictable, well-told mystery that will keep readers guessing AND bring her characters to life with spot-on descriptions and true-to-life relationships, she does it all with wonderful writing. I don’t always expect that from mysteries, since the linchpin of a mystery really is the plot, and it was such a delightful surprise with In the Woods. I occasionally found myself pausing to savor a particularly beautiful sentence or absorb a vivid description, and that’s the kind of thing that really makes me appreciate a book.
In the Woods is engrossing and frightening in that all-too-possible way, and it will appeal to seasoned mystery fans and cross-over readers alike. After devouring this great read, I can hardly wait to get my hands on The Likeness, French’s second novel, told from Cassie’s perspective. 4 out of 5.
Check out this book trailer for In the Woods, and visit Tana French’s website for more details.
When I asked for audio book recommendations a few weeks ago, several of you suggested that memoirs work well on audio, and Dawn recommended Susan Jane Gilman’s newer memoir Undress Me in the Temple of Heaven, which sounds great….but since I like to read authors’ memoirs in order, I decided to start with this one.
Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress: Tales of Growing Up Groovy and Clueless chronicles author Susan Jane Gilman’s childhood, adolescence, and young adult life as the daughter of liberal, hippie Jewish New Yorkers. From being forced to practice transcendental meditation and live through her mother’s one-after-the-next fleeting obsessions with everything from alternative religions to macrobiotic cooking (which she likens to an alternative religion), Gilman’s childhood was chock full of hilarious adventures, and her rendering of them brings across great humor, warmth, and even a few touching moments.
The middle section of the book—dedicated to adolescence, hormones, and horniness—contained several laugh-out-loud moments and was my favorite part. Whether Gilman is discussing the sudden discovery that she had grown boobs, or her deep love of making out, or the time she had dinner with Mick Jagger, or losing her virginity, she is thoughtful and funny, and her tales will resonate with anyone who has ever been a teenage girl. And the part where she and a college friend decide to take a spur-of-the-moment road trip to North Carolina to visit their romantic partners—driving almost 20 hours just to get laid—and then both get dumped on arrival is just priceless.
Carrying the same sense of humor into young adulthood, Gilman recounts the beginning of her journalism career (during which she worked for a Jewish newspaper read primarily by little old ladies), her brief stint as a “professional lesbian,” and her first job on Capitol Hill, working for a representative who hired her best friends (who happened to be lovers) to run the office and terrorize the assistants.
But Gilman isn’t all fun and games. In a very poignant chapter, she recalls a trip to Holocaust sites in Poland that made her feel more connected to her heritage than ever before. As she struggles through dating and planning a wedding, she addresses gender roles, feminism, and the tricky work of negotiating relationships in modern society. And as a liberal Jewish woman, she explores the difficulty of reconciling one’s progressive political ideals with one’s traditional background.
Also, there’s a great part where Gilman recalls being in elementary school (fourth grade, maybe?) and being asked by some of the popular girls whether she was a virgin. Not knowing what the word meant, Gilman said, “No, of course not,” and that, of course, did not end well. For most people, that’s probably just another piece of this wonderfully fun memoir….but for me, it was an all-too-true story, and I felt so validated, at the ripe old age of 26, to FINALLY hear from someone else who made the same semantic mistake as a child. I mean, what business do fourth graders really have knowing what a virgin is?
All in all, I enjoyed listening to Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress and thought narrator Susan Denaker did a very nice job of relaying Gilman’s stories and portraying the characters therein. This was a great fit for me in terms of listening material because it was interesting enough to keep my attention without being distracting, and it wasn’t too heavy. I’m not sure I would have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed listening to it, so I’ll go with 3.5 out of 5.
A few weeks ago, George Palmer of 5ft Shelf contacted me to tell me about this project, inspired by Dr. Charles Eliot’s claim that one could achieve a liberal arts education by reading for fifteen minutes per day from a collection of books that could fit on a five-foot shelf. Building on this concept and seeking to create a list of the modern classics (a project I find quite exciting), George and the team at 5ft Shelf have created a way for lovers of books, film, and music to catalog their essential libraries—their very own five-foot shelves—and receive customized recommendations. I liked the idea, so I invited them to tell us more about it. Please welcome George Palmer of 5ft Shelf.
The Harvard Classics are a list of books proposed by Dr Eliot, head of Harvard University in 1909, that could provide any person with a liberal education. When I first heard of these 2 years ago, the idea fascinated me, and not long after I started to wonder what a modern equivalent would look like. I did some research and was quite disappointed that I couldn’t find any such lists. I thought no more of it though until a year later when I was freelancing and looking for a project I could work on between client work. The idea came back to me and I started thinking about creating a website where people could vote for their all time favourite books.
Some months later and after much hard work I finally finished the project. I decided to name the website 5ft Shelf after the original name for the books. Dr Eliot often stated in speeches a liberal education could be achieved by reading a set books totaling no more than 3ft in width (when lined up on a shelf). Eventually a local publisher challenged him to name the books and when he sat down to work out the contents, Dr Eliot realised he needed more space and decided to extend the claim to 5ft. The books thus become known as Dr Eliots 5ft shelf (and later the Harvard Classics).
I also decide to slightly change the criteria for selection. The original list was composed of just books and I decided, 100 years later, two new quintessential forms for modern living had emerged -music albums and movies. Whilst books were the one of the major forms of entertainment 100 years ago I decide music and film had really come through as mediums. I thought when I launched the site I would be challenged on this but surprisingly people have been very supportive of the decision.
The site launched about two weeks ago and whilst it has only been promoted to friends and family so far, there have already been some interesting results. The concept of the site is people register and create their own personal 5ft Shelf. The idea behind this is members can then share their shelves with others. Whilst there’s no social network right now we’ve one planned shortly and we think it’ll be interesting to watch your friends add and remove items over time. Of course the real point is to find a modern version of the Harvard Classics and we call this shelf (which we find by combining all users’ shelves and finding the most popular items) the Ultimate Shelf. Whilst Dr Eliot’s shelf was created by a definitive source (Dr Eliot and an assistant) we wanted the modern version to be a people’s version. Although many of the initial testers on the site were computer friends of mine (and so there are a few computer books temporarily higher on the list than there normally would be), a lot of the books, albums and films that have emerged on the Ultimate Shelf are considered ‘modern classics’.
There are also a few other nice features that early users have raved about. The first is mini-shelves. For every book, album and film on the site we grab the category it belongs to from Amazon. Mini-shelves are shelves of items belonging to just your chosen category. So whether it’s cooking, golf or sport that you’re passionate about, then you can see the most popular items that fall into just that category on a shelf. The other feature people have really enjoyed is recommendations. Based on the items you add to your shelf we search for other people with similar items and see what they have on their shelves that you don’t. We then recommend these to you as ideas for items you might like to think about in the future (plus we’ve provided a link straight through to Amazon if you want to buy the recommendation).
I’ve been working on my 5ft Shelf, and let me tell you, it is more difficult than you might think. I’m in the habit of cataloging everything I read, and, like most of us, I have a mental list of favorites, classics, and those books I think everyone should have to read, but this is the first time I’ve really had to boil it down. 5ft Shelf is brand new, and the more people who use it, the better the recommendations—and the more accurate the list of modern classics—will become. So head over. Create your five-foot shelf. Challenge yourself to select your absolute favorites.
Well, it’s not exactly the quietest Sunday morning here in Book Lady Land (just in case you were wondering why I’m even out of bed at 9:30am). The hound was wide awake at 7:30 and refused to leave Bob and me alone. So we got up, made coffee and cinnamon rolls, and have spent the last hour—I kid you not, it’s been an hour—watching the dog knock all of the food out of her dish then chase it down one piece at a time. Sounds straightforward, right?
Not if you’re a basset hound and you get freaked out when your kibble gets too close to a wall or a chair or a bookshelf or a shoe that just happens to be lying on the floor. Oh no. Those things are all threats to your kibble, and they must be warned with loud, hound dog barking. Then the kibble must be rescued, very carefully, from its imperiled position. One. Piece. At. A. Time. I’m telling you, our kitchen floor is a minefield of dog food right now. And it’s not even 10am.
This is so not cool. Clearly, we need to sit Millie down and review the rules of Sunday with her.
Luckily, the rest of this week has been pretty great.
I kicked off the week with a giveaway for signed copies of Waiting for Columbus by Thomas Trofimuk. Entries closed on Friday night, and I’m happy to announce that Lena and Trish won the random drawing (I used random.org) and will be receiving two of the first signed U.S. editions of this most excellent book.
Coming up this week: reviews of Bad Mother, In the Woods, and Two is Enough.
Hubby and I had a busy day running errands yesterday, then we went to see Boondock Saints II, which was enjoyable (though not nearly as good as the first movie), a bit campy at times, and really quite funny. Now that I’m snuggled safely into my favorite spot on the couch (did I mention I’m wearing brand new flannel pajama pants?), my plans for the day include napping, finishing Await Your Reply by Dan Chaon, catching up on blog reading, and more napping. A girl’s gotta recover from early morning hound dog wake-up calls somehow, you know.
Before I say anything else, let me tell you how I came to read this book…
In September 2008, just as the school year began, I got a call at work from a man who taught shop class at a local middle school. His school required students to participate in sustained silent reading (SSR) for twenty minutes every Tuesday and Thursday morning—the time was built into a certain period of the day, and all teachers who had students in their classrooms during that period supervised—and he was tired of watching them read magazines and manga and comic books. He wanted to introduce them to a book with real substance.
So he ordered twenty copies of Same Kind of Different As Me, a book about which he was deeply passionate, and he gave a short book talk at the beginning of his SSR period, and he offered a free copy of the book to anyone who wanted it.
All twenty copies were gone by the end of the day. He couldn’t believe it….but he was still nervous. What if they didn’t like the book? What if they didn’t get it? How would he regain his credibility and get his students to take future recommendations seriously?
But he had nothing to worry about because something amazing was about to happen.
Those twenty students took the book home and read it from cover to cover—many in just a matter of a few days—and started talking about it. So the teacher ordered twenty more and gave away twenty more, and all of a sudden, these kids who hadn’t really had any interest in reading real books were getting fired up. Here was something they could relate to. Here was a story told with candor and humor and genuine emotion. Here was something real.
This September the teacher called again, but this time he started with a hundred copies. He told me that this was the first book he had stayed up late into the night to finish in a very long time, the first book that had really made him cry, and the first book he felt like everyone should read. Including me.
How can you say no to that?
So I read it. And I sobbed big giant crocodile tears. And I started telling people about this wonderful book.
A dangerous, homeless drifter who grew up picking cotton in virtual slavery.
An upscale art dealer accustomed to the world of Armani and Chanel.
A gutsy woman with a stubborn dream.
A story so incredible no novelist would dare dream it.
It begins outside a burning plantation hut in Louisiana . . . and an East Texas honky-tonk . . . and, without a doubt, in the heart of God. It unfolds in a Hollywood hacienda . . . an upscale New York gallery . . . a downtown dumpster . . . a Texas ranch.
Gritty with pain and betrayal and brutality, this true story also shines with an unexpected, life-changing love.
The “dangerous, homeless drifter” is Denver Moore; the “upscale art dealer” is Ron Hall; and the “gutsy woman” is Hall’s wife Debbie. The three meet when Ron and Debbie begin volunteering at a Fort Worth, Texas homeless shelter and food kitchen. Denver, having lived a life on the streets, is generally wary of strangers and distrusting of those who say they just want to help, but Debbie is determined to get through to him. She sees something special there, and she encourages Ron to forge a friendship with this seemingly unreachable man.
Same Kind of Different As Me chronicles the unlikely friendship that grows up between Ron and Denver and explores the many ways in which it was life-saving for both men. A story like this could easily be told too sweetly, but Hall and Moore go with a warts-and-all approach that makes the story gritty, gripping, and unexpectedly moving. Christianity and faith play a large role in the book, as both Hall and Moore discuss their personal journeys of belief and the ways their faith affected their life decisions. While I didn’t completely relate to, agree with, or understand all of their experiences, I was won over by their sincerity and found their stories compelling and deeply touching.
Despite the heavy religious elements in this book, where you fall on the religious and political spectrums—I’m a liberal, feminist, non-practicing Methodist—really doesn’t matter because this is a book about two people who come together to do something amazing. They happen to believe they were brought together and bonded by God’s plan, but you don’t have to believe that in order to believe in the transformative power of their friendship (though I suspect that if you do share their beliefs, you’ll find this book even more powerful).
Near the end of the book, people outside of Ron and Denver’s community start to hear about their story and ask them to give talks at churches and religious and community organizations. When asked how he should be introduced, Denver instructs someone,
Just tell em I’m a nobody that’s tryin to tell everybody ’bout Somebody that can save anybody.
Now that’s the kind of preacher I might be willing to listen to.
I’m so grateful to the amazing teacher who shared this book with me and who continues to share it with his students to ignite a love of reading in their lives. Same Kind of Different As Me is an unforgettable read that I would recommend for just about anyone. 4.75 out of 5.