Bookstravaganza 2012 Revised

O.K. Already I’ve been forced to revise my list for Bookstravaganza as I did not get a lot of the books I hoped to have from Marina in time.

To Read:

– Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

– The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

–  The Age of Hope by David Bergen

– Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese

– February by Lisa Moore

– Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

– The Road by Cormac McCarthy

– The House of Velvet and Glass by Katherine Howe

– Finding My Talk: Fourteen Native Women Reclaim Their Lives After Residential School by Agnes Grant

– The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

– Fools Crow by James Welch

– The Painted Drum by Louise Erdrich

– Death in Spring by Merce Rodereda

– On the Road by Jack Kerouac

– A Train in Winter: An Extraordinary Story of Women, Friendship and Survival in World War Two by Caroline Moorehead

– Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

So far I’m not doing too well at 3… Yikes!

Review: The Age of Hope

The Age of Hope by David Bergen

Read this one on the night train to Paris, excited by the cover art and the fact that it’s representing the NW Territories and the Prairies in Canada Reads 2013.  Unfortunately it one of those books I opened, read two pages of and knew it was going to be a tedious read.

The Age of Hope is written by David Bergen who was born in Port Edward, British Columbia, and now lives in Winnipeg.  He has worked as a high school teacher of English in addition to writing.  His novel The Time in Between won the Giller Prize in 2005.  He has won numerous more accolades as well.

The Age of Hope is about a woman named Hope living in a rural Mennonite community in Manitoba during the mid twentieth century (already you should be thinking– not another Canadian book like that!)  She is pretty and is guaranteed for a conventional life as someone’s wife.  She does get married, she does have children and is faced with numerous difficulties throughout her life.

That’s a pretty bland description, but I think it suits the book.  I was really unimpressed with this book.  First off, immediately Bergen breaks the writerly-rule and tells everything to the reader instead of shows it.  What’s the difference?  Well showing involves making a scene, it’s like taking the events of the novel and filming it as if it were on screen.  People talk, the set is described, but nothing is given to you directly.  Telling is when the author just tells you about what’s going on.  Here’s a quick example of the two:

Showing: A single tear slid down the woman’s weathered face as she gave her son a hug.

Telling: She was sad that her son was leaving home.

Now the trick with writing is to use a combination of showing and telling.  Without using telling the reader has to do a lot of work figuring out what’s going on – telling is necessary for them to be encouraged to keep reading.  Without showing the reader has no work to do – it’s all just droned on like a lecture and consequently the work becomes rather un-lifelike and uninteresting.

David Bergen uses only telling in this story.  It made me wonder right away who the narrator was.  It might be one of Hope’s daughters who near the end of the novel claims to be writing a book only ‘slightly based’ on her mother’s life.  But again I can’t be sure.

Also Hope as a character is completely uninteresting.  At one point she worries she’s too passive in life (after being told this by a friend) and I think that’s exactly what she is.  Bergen might be making the point that women of that era were raised that way (to abide, not question etc), but I think grouping a whole generation of women into that tiny box is not just unrealistic, but insulting.  As a member of a family with several strong women of that generation I disagree entirely.  This bland character coupled with the telling style Bergen chose to dictate the novel made it seem that things just happened to Hope, instead of the other way around.  I like characters who are flawed and make choices.  Not seemingly perfect ones who allow things to happen to them and then moan on about it.

The scale of events that happen in this one woman’s life made it seem very melodramatic as well – it was just as if Bergen was throwing all these things into a pot, hoping that he could reach more readers this way.  It did not work on me.

As a portrayal of life in the prairies, I think this novel does poorly.  I felt I wasn’t given anything really tangible about life in the prairies (probably because of the telling.)  If you want to read about life in the prairies do yourself a favour and pick up As for Me and My House or Wild Geese or The Stone Angel instead.

Anything good to say?  I guess it’s always nice to see Canada in text.  This book read like one giant obituary and I like obituaries so for an obituary it wasn’t too bad.  As for a Canada Reads nomination, I’m appalled this even made the cut.

I gave this book a 1 out of 5, but I’ll admit it could go to a 2.  Based on reviews on Goodreads, the average rating for The Age of Hope was 4…  

Review: Finding My Talk: How Fourteen Native Women Reclaimed their Lives after Residential School

Finding my Talk by Agnes Grant

Finished my second book for Bookstravaganza!  O.K. I’m super behind, but I’m looking forward to our fourteen hour train trip tomorrow.  That will help!

Finding My Talk: How Fourteen Native Women Reclaimed their Lives after Residential School was written by Agnes Grant, a writer from Saskatchewan.  She just passed away in 2009, but published this book in 2005.  Grant got her B.A, B.Ed., M.Ed. and Ph.D from Brandon University in cross-cultural traditions with a focus on storytelling.

Finding my Talk is a compilation of fourteen biographies of fourteen Aboriginal women from all over Canada who were all affected by the Canadian residential schools.  The stories had quite a range and various conclusions.  Some women felt pretty unscathed by their experience at residential school, recognizing how much it affected their lives, particularly how institutionalized they became as a result.  Other women were completely scarred by their experience, and the stories they had to share were completely shocking.  In the foreward Melanie Starr recounted one of her worst memories where a classmate was forced to stand in front of the entire class for hours with her bloody underwear on her head.  Another woman remembered how the girl in the bed next to hers died after breaking her neck falling off the swing-set and afterwards was ordered by the nuns to just lie down, not taken to the hospital; later that night the principal came into the dining room screaming at the students that she was dead and it was their fault for being careless while playing.

I found this book pretty engrossing.  I hate using a word like that to describe something so awful, but that’s the only thing I can come up with.  I liked how Grant was able to collect so many diverse experiences.  I also appreciated how she included their complete biographies, showing us the entire journey of their lives.

Overall I give this book a 4 out of 5.  Goodreads gave it a 4 out of 5 as well because mine was the only rating…

Review: The House of Velvet and Glass

The House of Velvet and Glass by Katherine Howe

Well I’ve finally finished my first book for Bookstravaganza: The House of Velvet and Glass.  I decided to start the book because I thought it would be one of the easiest to get through, but it proved to be one of the longer books in my collection once I actually looked at page numbers.

The House of Velvet and Glass was written by Katherine Howe, an American who got a philosophy/art history degree at Columbia and completed her PhD on American and New England Studies.  She’s written one other novel based on the witch trials in Salem.

The House of Velvet and Glass is about a young woman, Sybil, whose sister and mother perished on the Titanic.  In order to get in touch with them she dabbles in the world of psychics and seances, hoping to speak with them.  Her father is a very somber character, lingering in the background in his Greek-styled study, but as the book goes on we discover that he harbors a secret past when he was a naval captain in Shanghai.  Sybil’s brother Harland is a bit of a boozer and womanizer who has fallen in love with an actress (which of course means she’s also a prostitute) and wants to enlist after the sinking of the Lusitania.  Sybil has very clear chemistry with her older male family friend Benton, a psychologist, but he chose to marry someone else instead of her (conveniently that someone is already dead by the time the book starts.)

I found the book to follow suit with a lot of really clunky historical fiction.  I used to be a big fan of the genre, but more and more I am seeing the seams in the writing, noticing how little it flows.  I found the dialogue a little forced, as the writer tries really hard to use expressions popular for that time, like “bully for that!”

I’m a little tired of the perfect female heroine always popping up in historical fiction.  I really just can’t relate to very many of them.    And I don’t really believe that the “ahead for her time” type of heroine in these books is a person who is truly representative of that era.  We use those type of characters as a bridge from our time to theirs, but as a reader I’d like more credit to be able to tell the difference and be given a more true to life character.

As you can tell by the description there is a lot of historical events packed into 400 -and-some pages.  I found the seance/psychic parts interesting, knowing that it was a trend in the latter 19th century and early 20th century.  It made me want to read some non-fiction on the subject.

Over all I give this book a 2 out of 5.  Goodreads tells me that my overall ratings are pretty low compared to most.  It seems that for this book they are right as the general rating on Goodreads is 3.5 out 5.