Posts Tagged ‘fiction’

The Ivy Chronicles

January 2nd, 2010

The Ivy ChroniclesIvy Ames is a tough-as-nails corporate warrior who supports her unemployed husband and two privileged daughters.  When she gets outmaneuvered in a department takeover AND discovers that her slacker husband has been cheating on her, it’s time to re-evaluate her life.  Once unemployed, Ivy decides to enter the cut-throat world of NYC kindergarten admissions by advising the rich and powerful on how to get their darling toddlers on the right track to further fame and fortune.

Karen Quinn’s debut novel is based on her own journey from corporate life to private school admissions counselor, so we can assume that she’ll give us an insider’s look into the rarefied world of Manhattan private schools.  I was hoping for The Devil Wears Prada meets Gossip Girl.  Instead, we get a rough screenplay of a bland romantic comedy and a sampling of random NYC stock characters, including a shallow stay-at-home mom, a billionaire fairy godmother, and a die-hard mob boss.

About halfway through the book, when one of the characters is eaten by an alligator (no, I’m not making this up), I realized that this was not going to be my new favorite piece of chick lit.  However, Quinn does capture some of the dilemmas each of us must face as we decide how we will define success.  While the book could have been much better, it is a fun escape from reality.  Quinn’s main character does develop along the way and by the end I was cheering her on to her happy ending.

Happy Birthday Jane

December 16th, 2009

Today is Jane Austen’s birthday, so I’m going to indulge in a tradition that I’ve kept up for over a decade.  Every December, starting on the 16th, I re-read one Jane Austen novel.

I have to thank Jane for having such a convenient birthday.  The 16th always falls a few days after I’ve wrapped up my fall semester when I am ready for a treat.  I just turned grades in yesterday, so I can really relax today.  My little tradition has also become all wrapped up in Christmas for me.  Now, it  is my own private way to enjoy the season.  I think that Jane would approve.

So, this afternoon, I plan to brew a cup of tea, pull out my favorite blanket, and curl up with Pride and Prejudice.  It’s been a few years since I’ve actually read the book.  ”It is a truth universally acknowledged” that I can think of no better way to spend a few hours!  :)

Any Jane fans out there?  How do you celebrate her birthday?

Brideshead Revisited

November 25th, 2009

Back to School Reading Challenge Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh was published in 1944.  The novel, subtitled “The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder,” seems to be about the wealthy and colorful Marchmain family.  However, as the subtitle suggests, it is as much about the narrator’s passions and desires. While Charles casts himself as an impartial observer of his friend, Sebastian Flyte, and their family, his own desires make the book an intriguing read.

The novel begins at the end.  Charles, an army captain in World War II, is stationed in England.  His unit is transferred to Brideshead, an ornate and lavish country home.  Another officer describes the house and sums it up, “you never saw such a thing.”  Charles says that he has. The officer replies:

“Oh well, you know all about it.  I’ll go and get cleaned up.”

I’d been there before; I knew all about it.

Brideshead RevisitedWith that, we are sent back some twenty years to Oxford where Charles, an upper middle class student meets Sebastian quite by accident. However, the two become close friends.  During the summer break, Sebastian suffers a minor accident and sends for Charles.  Mostly left alone, the two share a golden summer that Charles wants to fix in his mind:

It is thus I like to remember Sebastian, as he was that summer, when we wandered alone together through that enchanted palace; Sebastian in his wheel-chair spinning down the box-edged walks of the kitchen gardens in search of alpine strawberries and warm figs, propelling himself through the succession of hothouses, from scent to scent and climate to climate to eat the Muscat grapes and choose choice orchids for our buttonholes.

The first two-thirds of the novel focus on the friendship between Sebastian and Charles.  Charles, unhappy with his dull father and searching for his life’s purpose, wants to embrace the Marchmain family, including Sebastian’s beautiful sister, Julia.  However, he can never quite penetrate their inner circle, partly because of the family’s Catholicism.  Sebastian too starts distancing himself from Charles, sinking into an alcoholic stupor.  In the final section of the novel, Charles reunites with Julia, in a complicated affair.

While the novel does not follow a traditional love plot, desire is certainly the central theme.  As the subtitle suggests, there is tension between the sacred and the profane. At first glance, it seems to be the tension between the Marchmain’s Catholic faith and Charles’s atheism. However, I came to think the tension is more between the Marchmain’s wealth, as embodied in the house, and Charles’s desire to posses that wealth. Charles earns his living painting mansions; his paintings of Brideshead launch his career.  Since Charles is the narrator, and quite a sophisticated one at that, he will never directly admit his passion for the house.  However, throughout the novel, his most passionate descriptions are of the architecture of the home, not really of the people who live there.  What makes the novel fun to read is sorting out what Charles really wants beneath what he claims to want.

Trouble

October 23rd, 2009

TroubleOver the summer, I read Kate Christensen’s The Great Man, where several women tell about their relationships with a famous artist.  This week, I finished Christensen’s newest novel, Trouble. Like The Great Man, this is a novel centered on the lives of women, but their lives are shaped by their relationships with men. Josie is a successful Manhattan psychotherapist on the brink of a divorce.  She is still close to her college roommates: Indrani, a trust-funded English professor, and Raquel, a L.A. rock star.   As the novel opens, Josie is at a holiday party thrown by Indrani.  While flirting with a man, she looks at herself in the mirror:

Just then, I caught sight of a reflection of a woman in the tilted gilt-edged mirror across the room.  She was dressed similarly to me, so I tilted my head to get a better look at ther.  As I did so, the woman tilted her head to match the movement of mine.  I raised my wineglass; she raised hers along with me.

It was then, in that instant, that I knew my marriage was over.

Christensen captures the sensation of feeling yourself split off when you face a major crossroad.  A decision might have been brewing beneath the surface for ages, but, suddenly in the middle of some rather mundane moment, you see how you will change by taking a different path in life.

The rest of the novel addresses the sometimes unalterable effects of such decisions.  Raquel, Josie’s rocker friend, is dragged through the tabloids for a minor scandal with a younger man and his pregnant girlfriend.  In order to hide out, she flees to Mexico City and invites Josie to stay.  The heart of the novel slowly unfolds over the five days that the two women stay in Mexico City.  As I read, on one level, I got the pleasure of a mini-vacation. Christensen carefully details the desultory pace of the women’s days;  they live only to eat, do a little walking, and go out at night.  However, this wasn’t a sad tale of two middle-aged women trying to recapture their youth.  Instead, it was a thoughtful meditation on how we do or do not bounce back from trauma as we age.

Lucy

October 14th, 2009

btsbutton1 It’s that time again!  I’ve got to stay on top of my homework. I just finished the second of the four books that I picked for the Back to School Reading Challenge. After the big, thick Wives and Daughters that I read last month, I went for a slimmer volume: Jamaica Kincaid’s Lucy.  Lucy is the main character, an au pair from the small island Antigua.  She’s hired by a prosperous couple, Lewis and Mariah, to take care of their four daughters. The book elegantly captures Lucy’s desire to separate from her home and her mother and her complicated homesickness for a place she does not want to see again.

LucyIt was interesting to read Lucy after reading A Gate at the Stairs.  Each novel traces the life of a young woman who is taking care of another woman’s children.  However, the styles couldn’t be more different.  Where Moore revels in language, playing with variations and themes, Kincaid strips the language bare.  Her famous style is sparse and yet evocative.  With a carefully selected detail, she can call forth a whole range of emotions.  Here’s an example from a scene between Mariah and Lucy.  Mariah wants to feel compassion for Lucy’s difficult past:

Even now she couldn’t let go, and she reached out, her arms open wide, to give me one of her great hugs.  But I stepped out of its path quickly, and she was left holding nothing.  I said it again.  I said, “How do you get to be that way?” The anguish on her face almost broke my heart, but I would not bend.  It was hollow, my triumph, I could feel that, but I held on to it just the same.

Lucy’s refusal to put Mariah at ease is central to the novel.  Through it, we see the lasting ways that privellege can blind some and force others to see all too clearly.