
Hi All. I hope your summer is going well. It seems June went by in a blink of an eye and July is almost here. I’ll have my Preview post out next week as to what’s coming out ahead, but I’m not ready just yet. We’re headed into Canada Day long weekend here and it looks like big thunderstorms are looming. At least, it’ll help to get a bit of rain for the plants. And luckily we don’t have any big plans other than to enjoy ourselves in the countryside and maybe get out the bikes, the golf clubs, and the yard work equipment for whenever it’s not thundering down. What about you — do you have big plans or travel for the Independence Day ahead? Most of the continent is frying right now, so what more do you need than to take a dip in the nearest ocean, lake, river, or pool. Otherwise stay in the A/C and enjoy a fun beach read or two.
And now I’ll leave you with what I finished lately.
Clear by Carys Davies / Scribner / 208 pages / 2024

3.75 stars. It didn’t take too long for this story to capture my imagination … of a lone occupant left to his animals on a remote island in the North Sea circa 1843 and the Scottish Reverend (John Ferguson) who is sent some 400 miles by boat to evict him. Impoverished John is doing the bidding of a wealthy landowner who wants the man gone … as part of the forced evictions known as the Highland Clearances to sweep away unwanted tenants.
But John’s wife Mary has misgivings that it won’t be an easy job, and after weeks she sets off to see if she can bring John back. In the meantime John has had an accident on the island and is found and taken in by the lone man, Ivar. As they get to know one another, even with different languages, it is unclear if John will tell the man why he’s there, or whether he will end up using his gun to convince him. The man Ivar is at home there on his beloved island among his animals and knows no other life.
The writing is sparse but with keen observations of the rugged, wet, and windy terrain. It’s very atmospheric and you can feel the remote isolation, the unkempt man, the cliffs, and the crashing waves that make boats unwelcome. It’s a short book and one whose arresting ending comes soon enough like the big cresting waves to the shore.
I’ve Tried Being Nice: Essays by Ann Leary /Simon & Schuster /240 pgs /2024

4+ stars. Ann Leary’s essays came to me at the right time. I had just finished Octavia Butler’s 1979 novel Kindred, which is quite a grim read and I needed a big palate cleanser and this proved to be the perfect audiobook, which Ann narrates herself.
Several of the essays are pretty humorous, including about Doodle lady, who lets her dog roam on the Learys’ property; or Ann’s funny incidences dealing with her actor husband Dennis Leary’s fans and fame and her diaries from the Red Carpet; or her tennis doubles partners; or the time a brown furry bat attached to her pajamas at their country house. Ann has some fun banter and self-deprecating humor … often over her suffering from being a constant people pleaser — which is most welcomed in this entertaining collection of essays.
Not all the essays are funny, but the other ones are often poignant looks into her life: about her writing; or how her family moved around a lot as a kid; her hearing problems; her alcohol relapse; her family life with Dennis and their two kids and becoming an empty nester; her taking up tennis in her 40s and becoming an EMT; their downsizing and move to New York; their travels; and the dogs in her life. Wow there’s so many enlightening glimpses into Ann.
Of course, I had no idea about her much before. I had read Leary’s 2013 novel The Good House and saw the movie too, which I had liked. So I thought this one might be enjoyable and thankfully it was, yay. Especially so, since I’m a dog lover and a tennis player — both of which she talks about being herself in a couple chapters. She also writes about being a person who’s avoided confrontations throughout her life (me too, alas) and seems to be trying to train herself not always to be such a people pleaser.
This book seems a bit different than Ann Patchett’s 2021 book of essays These Precious Days, which I also liked. Maybe that one has an earnest, searching look back on life, while this one has a bit more banter to it. But this one also seems quite open and genuine and has some great lines in it. So thanks to Ann for getting me back onto a more positive track and reading space with this entertaining book. I can go back now to my summer reading list filled with novels of despair and angst, lol.
That’s all for now. What about you — have you read these authors and if so what did you think?
 
			


















































 
                        