Monthly Archives: August 2012

Margaret Atwood’s “Surfacing” is a bit of a creepy little novel about a woman who returns to her hometown in Quebec to look for her missing father. She brings her boyfriend along and a married couple who accompany her to her family’s old cabin on a remote, woodsy island. But with her father disappeared and her mother deceased, all that’s there are her childhood memories, which seem to overtake her. It’s while she’s staying on the island to look for him that her mind begins to unravel.

Check out the book’s cover; doesn’t it make you feel a bit uneasy? In that respect, it slightly reminded me of Dennis Lehane’s “Shutter Island” from 2003. But “Surfacing” was published 40 years ago in 1972, and has a lot of themes going on in it from that era, particularly Quebec’s separatist movement, Canadian nationalism, feminism, and environmentalism. The main character feels alienated by social pressures that she play a particular role because of her gender – which makes her respond by withdrawing.

“Surfacing” feels like it’s from the late ’60s – the four characters are hippy-ish — but still the novel seems quite potent today. Partly that’s because Margaret Atwood is a master who doesn’t mess around getting her themes across, but also it’s because these themes still linger. I had to grin a bit when the character David wants to drive the “fascist pig Yanks” out of Canada. The American “infiltration” up North is still a real sore point among quite a few.

I liked the novel as I felt as if I were on the island with the four characters – one of which is a chauvinist jerk — and there’s an ominous feeling that something eerie is going to happen. It’s quite tangible but towards the end, I did have to read some passages a few times over to make sense of what is going on. It gets quite loopy and is not totally easy to understand in places. But the writing is quite lyrical and otherworldly.

This is my third novel that I’ve read by Margaret Atwood, who I think is such a unique and powerful writer. “Alias Grace” is perhaps my favorite, but this one isn’t shabby either. I plan to keep reading Atwood and other Canadian authors because I live in Canada now – and want to familiarize myself with the great fiction of this vast and wonderful country. Continue reading →

I made this trek and I’m glad that I did. Not the Pacific Crest Trail that Cheryl Strayed hiked 1,100 miles from the Mojave Desert through Oregon doing but her memoir about her long walk in the summer of ’95. There’s plenty in “Wild” that might rile you: particularly how crazy it is to attempt such a journey so ill-prepared and by yourself at age 26. Wouldn’t you practice or get in shape first? Take a test-run, a buddy, and enough money? Know what you’re doing? I had to roll my eyes at the beginning: it seemed pretty dumb if not totally dangerous. She is in agony most of the time from boots that don’t fit and toenails that fall off and pockets short of coin.

But people that are lost and youthful don’t always make the wisest of choices. She acknowledges her “idiocy” at the journey’s beginning. But before going, Cheryl had been dealt a heavy blow with her mom dying at 45 of cancer that left her reeling. Her siblings scattered as did her stepfather. She was using drugs, fooling around on a husband she cared about and going nowhere under a heavy maze of grief. After seeing a book about the Pacific Crest Trail (which goes from Mexico to Canada), she gets the idea to hike a good portion of it in hopes that it will turn her life around. And so her journey begins.

Admittedly, I’m a bit of a sucker for healing-seeking, journey-type stories and devoured Jon Krakauer’s “Into the Wild” about a 24-year-old’s attempt to live in the wilds of Alaska. Fortunately, Cheryl’s trek has a much happier outcome. The trail works its magic on her through all the pain, endless miles and solitude of walking in the wilderness alone. She does befriend quite a few fellow PCT hikers along the way and has various adventures, coming upon rattle snakes, bears, a migration of frogs, and non-PCT folks who are most often a bit weird but friendly.

Cheryl tells of her trek rather open and straightforwardly, often unsparingly of herself. “Wild” is not as gripping as Krakauer’s books, but it did keep me reading and thinking about it, as if I were traveling alongside her on the trail. I felt for Cheryl over the sadness of her divorce and mostly her mother’s death, which is palpable and enormous in the book. I wanted her to find solace. And indeed she seems to grow stronger and more courageous as she moves forward along the PCT.

There’s some good passages in the book, a few profound about her life growing up and her mother and family and being on the trail day and night and the hardships life throws you. I might not always agree with her choices but she comes across most often heartfelt, likable and a bit irreverent.

One thing that sort of made me hesitate about “Wild” is that it was published over 15 years after she did the trail, apparently from journals and such. Maybe that holds back some of the vividness or action in parts of the book. It’s a bit amazing she can piece together all of the conversations from back then. But despite whatever flaws, “Wild” still hits a human chord that leaves a pretty deep impression. And it might just leave you wanting to do the PCT yourself. Continue reading →

I first heard about Bonnie Jo Campbell’s “Once Upon a River” from Washington Post book critic Ron Charles, who put it on his best of 2011 list. And now I know why. I was thoroughly absorbed by this novel set in the early 1980s about a 16-year-old girl who, after her mother splits and her father’s violent death, takes to the river of her rural Michigan town in a rowboat to try and find her mom and in the process begins to forge a new life.

Rural, impoverished river life is not exactly the safest place for a pretty girl, and she happens upon some unsavory characters along the way. Luckily Margo Crane is no ordinary girl; she’s quite the survivalist, who can shoot like a sharpshooter (Annie Oakley is her hero), skin and cook wild game and fish, and sleep for weeks in the great outdoors. She’s a throwback, who prefers being in the natural world on the river with her gun and a dog to school or what other kids are into it.

It’s a rough existence though, and impending hardships and violence seem to lurk around each bend. You might slightly think of the river adventures of Huck Finn crossed with those of “Deliverance” perhaps. But Margo Crane also reminds me of one of those great female characters like the tomboyish Scout in “To Kill a Mocking Bird.” She’s that good and able.

Best of all, is author Bonnie Jo Campbell’s writing, which so seamlessly conjures the natural world of the area and sucks one into the story before you know it. It flows so naturally like the river, and I was turning pages pretty lickety-split to find out what happens to Margo. Will she find peace and a home on the river? Will she go back to her mother? Will she find a way to live that she so desires? These are some of the quandaries that are partly resolved at the end.

“Once Upon a River” is a pretty hypnotic read. It might not be for everyone due to some violence or its backwoods environment and cast, where hunting and skinning wild game is a means to get by, but I would have to say it’s my favorite read so far in 2012. Bonnie Jo Campbell is a writer to watch; she’s already been a National Book Award finalist with her short story collection “American Salvage,” which I intend to read in the future, or anything else she happens to write next. Continue reading →

“The Chaperone” by Laura Moriarty was a favorite of book bloggers when it came out in June. It’s my first audiobook I listened to without being on a road trip. Instead I listened to it while either out walking or gardening in my yard, which I found quite enjoyable, though it took me a few weeks to get through the 9½ hour or so audio.

Many know by now the novel’s about a 36-year-old woman named Cora Carlisle who chaperones a precocious 15-year-old Louise Brooks from Wichita, Kansas, to New York City in 1922 to attend a prestigious dance school. The housewife Cora is quite the traditional, corset-wearing lady of the times, whereas Louise is oppositely unconventional and misbehaved. Their relationship while in NYC is challenging at best, but what happens to each during the summer of 1922 alters the course of their lives. Louise goes on to become a silent-film star of the era, and Cora, through a variety of circumstances, becomes more open and liberated in life, aiding single mothers, for one, and endorsing contraception.

At first, I wasn’t sure if the story was for me because the characters and times it depicts start off so prim and proper and repressed. The moral values are pretty heavy-handed, and the story seems quite pat and tidy. But as I kept listening, it picked up and spread its wings so to speak. I was amazed by the fine storytelling and the breadth of the novel, how it tells of Cora’s and Louise’s lives through the backdrop of history, of orphan trains and Prohibition times, and the details of what people wore and thought. It covers a lot of ground. Cora is well into her 90s by the end. I felt like I knew her and that her story was real and that I would miss her. It’s a bit crazy to think, but it grew on me as both Cora and Louise came to life.

Perhaps it was also Elizabeth McGovern’s fine narration of the novel that won me over. No wonder she’s in the excellent “Downton Abbey” TV series. She engulfs the roles in “The Chaperone.” Maybe she’s a natural throwback to the early twentieth century.

But dumbly it was not till after the audio that I found out that Louise Brooks was indeed a real person and silent-film star of the era. Author Laura Moriarty cleverly uses that one real summer accompanied by a chaperone in 1922 to create a fictional account of Cora and her life alongside the real Louise and that of history. Louise and Cora might not have ended up as true deep friends, but they did benefit from one another, and the story of their lives is touching. Continue reading →