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Note: The first novel in this series, called Moonlight Downs in the US and Diamond Dove in the UK was WINNER of Australia’s Ned Kelly Award in 2007.

“You can’t see the change in something if you don’t know what it looked like in the first place, but if you stay out here long enough, you’ll understand.  I’m only a beginner myself, but I’ve been round long enough to know that things interconnect—deaths and dreams, watercourses, tracks and plants.  Everything.”—Emily Tempest to Police Superintendent.

Newly appointed Aboriginal Community Police Officer Emily Tempest has returned to her roots in Bluebush – in the Northern Territories of Australia –  after more than ten years spent traveling the world.  The daughter of Motor Jack, a white geologist/gold prospector and an aborigine mother, she grew up in her mother’s culture until she was a teenager and has always felt more comfortable there, despite the educational programs and travels which later took her all over the world.  Having returned to live with “her” people when she is in her twenties, she continues to resent the intrusions of the “civilized” white world and the damage it has caused to the natural world venerated by the aborigines.  Having won their claim to their ancestral lands (in author Adrian Hyland’s previous novel, Moonlight Downs), the community, Emily notes, has  “taken the first tentative steps to independence: built a few rough houses put in a water supply, planted an orchard…and started a cattle project, [and] there was talk of a school, a store, a clinic.”  Life seems to have improved somewhat from the previous novel, at least as far as physical comforts are concerned.

Hyland himself spent many years living and working with the indigenous people in the Northern Territories, and he vividly recreates aborigine family life, which is still nomadic and hand-to-mouth in many communities.  The young people are easily attracted to alcohol and drugs, readily available in towns, more than they are to schools and to the traditional values of their elders, and the unemployment rate is stratospheric.  In this second novel in the Emily Tempest series, little seems to have changed in the racial attitudes of the “whitefellers” toward the aborigines, with many police investigations, as Emily quickly sees, guided more by what investigators still expect than by what any evidence actually shows. A smart woman, as hard as the local rocks and geological strata that have attracted opportunistic miners from all over the world, Emily can also be as quixotic and mysterious as the spirits which she and her people believe move in and out of their lives, keeping the forces of nature in balance.  “Say what you like about me and my mob,” she announces, “there’s one thing you can’t deny: we’re survivors.  You can kick us and kill us and drown us in bible and booze, but you better get used to us because we’re not going away.”

Filled with atmosphere, local color, and nonstop action, the novel opens with a gruesome attack at Green Swamp Well, in which a drunk, elderly prospector is found with his hammer embedded in his throat.  Another prospector, also drunk, found asleep near the body, is arrested.  When Emily discovers that the dead man is Doc, an old friend of her father whom she has known since childhood, and that the supposed killer is Wireless, another old friend, she is determined to help.  Doc believed that Martians, devils, the CIA, and missionaries were all out to get him, but he was an educated former employee of the Geological Survey, and his shack is filled with books, files, and hand-drawn maps.  He had been recreating mysterious geological formations in his backyard, and he and Wireless had been arguing about Zeno’s Paradox.  Both have lived by their own rules, and Emily believes that Wireless, who remembers nothing about the killing, will die if he is shut up in prison.

As the mystery of who killed Doc, and why, develops, the author introduces characters from the past, and a variety of new characters who appear and reappear throughout, each trailing his/her own story behind.  Danny Brambles, a fifteen-year-old aborigine, has problems with alcohol and drugs, and he cannot seem to stay out of trouble, but Emily believes that if he rejoins his family in the bush that he will develop the inner resources he needs to stay clean and become productive.  Doc’s brother, Wishy Ozolins, his wife, and their three well-individualized daughters play a role and show their family dynamics, and when Wishy claims Doc’s files, he is perturbed that a major file on the Snowball Earth Theory is missing.  Emily’s lover, Jojo, who has been doing research on the endangered bilby in the outback, reappears periodically, always offering support without infringing on Emily’s need for independence.   Sgt. Bruce Cockburn, Emily’s boss, shows his ignorance of other cultures, expressing his feelings of superiority as he directs investigations or fails to investigate the important issues when Emily feels that “Something’s out of place. Something’s wrong.”  His family, too, plays a role in the action.  An assortment of other characters, many of them working on mines, expands the focus on the geology of the area and the conflicts between the educated and uneducated, the whites and the blacks, and the men and the women.  As morally bankrupt entrepreneurs gravitate to the gold and mineral wealth of the area with their strike-it-rich schemes, it is those with strong ties to family and culture, it seems, who are most likely to survive.

Hyland does not sugar-coat any aspect of life in the outback.  His characters are coarse, and the action and language are sometimes even coarser.  Shootings, explosions, rock falls, attempted murders, a brutal rape, and chase scenes take place even as the author is raising questions about conservation, environmental threats, and the serious problems facing indigenous communities.  Aspects of the supernatural, and characters’ occasional dream sequences, exist side-by-side with earthy scenes of brutality and ignorance.  The novel wanders freely, introducing such a variety of different characters, their interactions, and subplots that it is sometimes difficult to identify the main themes and main plot line.  Even Emily herself is sometimes so unpredictable in her behavior that she is difficult to figure.  Still, for those interested in this fascinating setting and its close-up on those aborigines who must exist in close proximity to a completely alien world and way of life, it offers new insights and understandings and does so with enthusiasm and respect.

ALSO by HylandMOONLIGHT DOWNS (known in the UK as DIAMOND DOVE).

Photos, in order: The author’s photo is from http://www.perthnow.com.au

Rock formations like these were studied by Doc.  http://goaustralia.about.com

Doc gave Emily a fossilized trilobyte, which she eventually gave to Tiger Lily, his niece.  http://www.etsy.com

Dingo Springs is the site of some of the action in the novel.  http://www.pedal4prostate.com

The photo of aboriginal children by John Donegan accompanies a story about them here:  http://www.theage.com.au

The endangered bilby, a rodent studied by Jojo, may be seen here:  http://www.squidoo.com

Penelope Lively–SPIDERWEB

Note: Penelope Lively has been shortlisted for the Booker Prize three times and is WINNER of it once, in 1987, for Moon Tiger.

“Like most people [Stella] felt ambushed by time – but since it had to be, there were certain advantages, she saw. The old and the young are washed to the margins of life – unessential and dependent. They share only the opportunity for untrammelled observation. And for Stella observation had been her way of life.”

Setting her novel at the end of the twentieth century, Penelope Lively begins Spiderweb (1998) by presenting a sociological picture of the west of England and the once-remote counties of Somerset, Devon, and Cornwall, which are now attracting new residents from “outside.” A letter from Richard Faraday to Stella Brentwood regarding a property in Kingston Florey in Somerset, inserted in the midst of this picture, describes a cottage for sale and its pluses and minuses, and indicates that Richard has been helping Stella find such a property to purchase. We know nothing about either of them except that Stella was best friend of Richard Faraday’s wife Nadine from their college days. Gradually, the reader learns more about Stella, a sixty-five-year-old, newly retired social anthropologist and teacher, who filters all the impressions one gains about the village and its people through her own experience. When she buys this cottage, she approaches her new village not as a new member of the community, but as an academic and specialist in social structures.

Stella has never married, not because she did not have opportunities but because she has been completely driven by her interests in other cultures and her desire to stay on the move, professionally. Excerpts from her diaries, including one from her stay in small village in Egypt in 1964, suggest her approach: “My many expensive years of education have left me quite unequipped for life in this mud village with two transistor radios, one moped, one petrol-driven engine and two hundred people, many of whom cannot write their names. What it has given me is the urge and the ability to cast a cold eye upon them and their way of life. Do I find this uncomfortable? Of course.” The parallels to the life about to unfold for her in Kingston Florey are obvious.

Other contrasts evolve between Stella’s past life and family background, her education, her friendships, and her professional excitements and the lives of her neighbors: old Mr. Layton, born within a mile of where he now lives in a “stumpy cottage of cob and thatch”; Stan, the odd job man; Tory and Linda, busy IT consultants who live with their kids in a neighboring cottage, but only on weekends; Miss Clapp at the Animal Rescue Center, who tries to find the perfect dog for Stella; and especially her next-door neighbors, the Hiscox family. Mother Karen Hiscox gives new definition to martinet, a pathological control freak who terrorizes her totally ineffective husband, her disabled mother, treated almost as a prisoner, and her teenage sons, who have problems of their own. The boys run wild whenever they can escape their mother’s clutches, and in their paranoia they see Stella’s interest in them and their activities as hostile. Stella, however, continues to believe that “West Somerset would cheerfully bare its soul to her…She had only to get talking at a bus stop or supermarket check-out, share a table in a pub, stop to chat at a filling station. Her credentials were instantly apparent: agreeably spoken, no spring chicken, origins uncertain, but that’s what you expect these days.”

The internet has yet to make its appearance in Kingston Florey, and, now that she has retired and become a homeowner, the independent Stella must find her excitement and mental stimulation in her everyday life in the community, in her phone calls from friends, and in her memories of the past, including past loves.  She tries hard, but her brain will not quit long enough for her to allow her emotions to flourish. She gets a dog from the rescue agency, but the dog adores her and will hardly let her out of its sight, and she finds herself uncomfortable with such overwhelming love. She has a suitor, but she cannot disconnect him from what she knew of him in the past, even judging the elegant restaurant to which he takes her: “Food is more than meets the eye…it usually has ritual significance…[it says] the resources of civilization are available [here]. Mud and muck there may be, but immunity is available for those with discrimination.” She compares this man to the love of her life, a journalist she met in Malta many years ago, and the man in the Orkney Islands who begged her to marry him. Ultimately, she realizes that her life, like “this place” is a “web,”and its connections may also bind and destroy.

However annoying and difficult Stella might be to know in “real life,” she is earnest in her personal (though perhaps flawed) approach to life, and naive about how to connect with her feelings. She is even reluctant to admit she has feelings, but she recognizes that something is missing from her life, despite all her professional success. She cannot help remembering admonitions from people who have been close to her, such as Nadine, who has told her, “You’re the cat that walks by himself. You’re on the edge always, looking on. Interested. But…Detached…You’re not like the rest of us. How do you do it?”

The author, in creating a gossipy and initially cheerful commentary on village life, makes us empathize with Stella, even as we are ready to throttle her, sympathize even as we recognize she is perhaps hopelessly obtuse. We see her actions with a kind of dark humor, even as we may feel guilty for feeling judgmental about her. The reader recognizes elements of foreshadowing given by the author and understands many of the social issues which underlie the behavior of the local people around her, but Stella, the anthropologist, is not privy to this information and has no way of ever learning it. Ironies, such as these, give the story a kind of resonance and universality which broaden the scope far beyond the limitations of Kingston Florey and offer commentary on what it takes to be a “successful” person. Stella, at sixty-five, has squandered her chance to experience a full life, at least by the standards of most of the rest of the world, and whether she is or can be truly happy is not clear. Whether or not she really cares is an even bigger question.

ALSO by Penelope Lively:  MOON TIGER

Photos, in order: The author’s photo appears on http://www.listal.com

Stella and the love of her life once spent a weekend in the nearby town of Watchet, shown here:  http://exmoorencyclopedia.org.uk

Watchet is near the former home of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, whose “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” is memorialized in this statue by Alan B. Herriot, showing the mariner holding the dead albatross:  http://4umi.com

Stella had thoughts of creating a border of diascia in part of her overgrown backyard, as her friend Nadine once did.  This photo by Carol Casselden shows such a border.  http://www.gapphotos.com

Note: The fictional town of Kingston Florey may have been inspired by the real Somerset towns of Combe Florey, home of Evelyn Waugh (and where Auberon Waugh still lives), and Kingston St. Mary, only four miles away.

“I am the ghost of everything we lost. I speak, but no one hears. I close my eyes when I look out windows. The hollow rat-tat of guns echoes between empty buildings, trees grow between the stones, breaking a city already broken. The wild dogs starve.”—Marianna

Told by Marianna, a young woman who has lost all sense of “home” as a result of the more than ten years of warfare she lived through in her homeland of Lebanon, this impressionistic psychological novel begins with her dreams of “before the war was real.” Romantic images of her mother “wander[ing] outside, smelling the ghostly jasmine in the dark, and Daddy open[ing] another old book under a lamp” overlap with images of her grandparents lighting the candles on a Christmas tree while sweet wine boils on the stove. Marianna herself often picked thyme with a young friend, visited ancient sites with her family, walked along the seashore in Beirut, and shopped in the souks. Summers were special, as the family vacationed in the countryside, where they harvested lavender, picked figs, and enjoyed the terraces that ran through fields filled with poppies, daisies, and heather.

Now the war is “real,” however. Years have passed, and the old reality she yearns for remains only in her dreams. Marianna, now eighteen, is in another place, America, her father’s birthplace, where, she believes, “nothing can be beautiful” and where she looks “inward to the night, to my dream self who had promised that this time I really had gone back home to my true life.” The warfare she experienced in Lebanon, which began in 1975-76, when she was seven, is now thousands of miles away, but she has been unable to cope with a new life in the US. A recent hospitalization has made her body stronger, but it has had little effect on her psyche, serving primarily to make her family aware of the fact that she must be watched constantly.

Focusing almost exclusively on the four people in this family, on their friends, on those who died in the war (between 1975 and 1990), and on Lebanon itself, author Patricia Sarrafian Ward recreates the psychological damage which the war in Lebanon has created for this family. Herself an exile who arrived in the US from Lebanon at the age of eighteen, the author provides vivid images of Marianna, the speaker, trying to cope, first, with her older sister Alaine’s dramatic and emotional escapes from the war and then with her own traumas as both Alaine and Marianna lose their way psychologically, the very underpinnings of their lives destroyed. Neither parent seems to know what to do with their troubled daughters, hoping, apparently, that time and family love will effect cures. Their father, an American academic, is somewhat distant, and their ineffective though loving mother, part Armenian (her family having escaped the genocide in their own homeland) has always felt a bit different.

Through flashbacks their lives in Lebanon unfold. Alaine, the older daughter, picks up bullets, shrapnel, and the other detritus of war, including a gas mask and canteen from a dead Syrian soldier, creating a collection of memorabilia in her room. She sneaks out at night, runs away periodically, and becomes sexually precocious. She cuts herself. Marianna, sometimes assigned to watch her older sister so she will not run away, seems to have a greater sense of stability, but she, too, eventually shows some of the same signs, as “the awful weight of everything I do not understand about the world sank into me.” Other friends and members of the family also exhibit signs of trauma, one son determined to avenge the death of his father, an old woman running away from the protection of their house because she fears the family will abandon her, people making up stories to hide real causes of death, Marianna’s family refusing to leave when they have the chance to do so. As Marianna herself says, for her the war was “other people’s business.” Eventually, however, “The world grew smaller, until there was only my room.”

Some of the specifics of the war do intrude briefly into the narrative, though the focus is almost exclusively on this family, and as the time frame moves back and forth, and even slips into dreams and fantasies, it is often difficult to establish a historical chronology of the war. At the outset, Palestinian refugees in Lebanon have formed militias, the PLO is established, and guerrillas attack. Eventually, Syria invades, Israel bombs Beirut to combat the Palestinians, a multinational force (of the US, France, Britain, and Italy) tries to establish some sort of order, and a suicide attack against the US and French headquarters leads to the deaths of three hundred US and French soldiers. Sunni Muslims and Shi’ias have their own militias, the Socialist Druze sect allies itself with the Soviet Union, Christian militias try to protect the long Christian traditions of the country (which the Syrians oppose), and the civilian population is squeezed by all.

Patricia Sarrafian Ward writes a dramatic and harrowing story of Marianna and her sister, one of whom (Alaine) acts out her problems primarily while the family is in Lebanon, and one of whom (Marianna) does so primarily after they emigrate to the US. Their destroyed concept of “home” underlies their problems, and it is not, of course, until each is able to see new possibilities for their lives that any reconciliation can take place. The story, though complex in its time frame, is relatively simple in its prose style, with lovely lyrical descriptions of nature and the changing seasons alternating with short, sometimes abrupt, sentences propelling the action along as Marianna tries to process what is happening in her world. The novel is somewhat monochromatic, however, with Alaine and Marianna representing the primary focus, and there were times that I longed for a moment of humor or change in tone. The girls’ lack of overall perspective on the action, due to their youth, may be partly responsible for this, and it may also explain the depiction of their parents as seemingly ineffective and even indifferent as the crises evolve. A few signs of hope arise in the conclusion, leaving the reader to hope that the novel is not as autobiographical as it sometimes feels.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo appears on http://www.citypages.com.

At this point, I introduce a photographic website from which I have taken all the remaining photos of Lebanon.  It’s an extraordinary website with 86 separate pages and hundreds of photos, both recent and historical, and I encourage everyone who reads this review to take a look at it.  It shows more about Lebanon than any other site I have found.   I have not been able to find a way to contact the website owner, but I hope he will see this and contact me via the e-mail address given in the About page (see tab at top of this page), so I can thank him.  http://www.habeeb.com

Pigeon Rock along the Beirut waterfront is here:  http://www.habeeb.com/lebanon.photos.17.beirut.html

The red-roofed houses in the Lebanon countryside appear here: http://www.habeeb.com/lebanon.photos.01.lebanese.homes.houses.html

A family escaping the bomb damage.  The man in front is wearing only flip-flop sandals on his feet.  See:  http://www.habeeb.com/lebanon.photos.45.html

For me, this iconic photo of an old man with a suitcase sums up this war and all other wars. http://www.habeeb.com/lebanon.photos.44.html

The map is from http://articlesofinterest-kelley.blogspot.com

An interview with the author is here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/azad-hye/message/437

Note: William Kennedy was WINNER of both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award for IRONWEED in 1984.  In 2009, he was WINNER of the O’Neill Award for Lifetime Achievement.

“Hemingway: What are you writing?

Quinn:  Grim stories about political exiles in Miami buying guns to send to Cuba.  The grimness is redeemed by my simple declarative sentences.

Hemingway: Remove the colon and semicolon keys from your typewriter.  Shun adverbs, strenuously.”

William Kennedy’s latest novel in the Albany Cycle, his eighth, continues the story of several families from Albany, New York, during the heyday of its infamous, politically corrupt “machine.”   Focusing on Daniel Quinn, a newspaper reporter who is the grandson of the Daniel Quinn who reported on the Civil War in Quinn’s Book, and son of the now-senile George, a “hail-fellow-well-met” charmer with connections to seemingly everyone in Albany, this novel begins in August, 1936, when Daniel is a child.  Peering over the banister of the front staircase in Mayor Alex Fitzgibbon’s house, Daniel sits quietly watching as his father brings a piano (origins unknown) into the Mayor’s house.  Cody Mason, a pianist specializing in Harlem “stride,” is about to put on a private show with the young Bing Crosby.  Daniel Quinn is overcome by the passion of this music.

Only six pages (and twenty-one years) later, Quinn, an experienced reporter, is in Havana in March, 1957, hanging out at the El Floridita bar and hoping that its most famous patron, Ernest Hemingway, will show up.   Quinn has just quit his job at the Miami Herald, and is working on a novel, he says, but before Hemingway appears, Quinn meets and falls hopelessly in love with Renata Suarez Otero, a secret supporter of Castro’s revolution and a gunrunner determined to outst Fulgencio Batista from power. Renata and many of Castro’s other supporters believe in Santeria and in the power of Chango, the warrior king of kings venerated by traditional Cubans, and she is so committed and so passionate about what she is doing that she is described as being “from another dimension, perhaps life itself, equally ready for life or death.”

These two opening scenes, the arrival of Hemingway, his boorish attack on a tourist, and Quinn’s interview with the young Fidel Castro establish the narrative tone and atmosphere for this novel, which focuses on two revolutions, the Castro-led revolution in Cuba and the slightly later revolution in the US in the 1960s regarding civil rights.  Using the life of Tremont Van Ort, a black pool hustler with two-tone shoes, as a point of focus for the Albany “revolution,” the author concentrates the action on June 5, 1968, the day that Robert Kennedy is shot.  That day a race riot breaks out in Albany:  “This was not your ordinary race riot, but a spontaneous exercise in anarchy, the aim being not reciprocal death among racial antagonists but multicolored and miscegenational chaos.”

The chaos of the race riot parallels in many ways the seeming chaos of much of the narrative. Though Kennedy is much too good a writer to lose sight of his thematic focus completely, the many characters, the often complex backstories of each, the unexpected shifts in time through generations, and even Quinn’s dreams make the story line difficult to absorb, at times.  In addition, some of the most important explanations for what is happening are deliberately withheld until nearly the end of the novel.

The novel, however, has many scenes of wit and charm, and even more which are full of power.  The local color with which William Kennedy imbues settings in both Cuba and Albany keeps the reader enthralled and reading onward, even when almost overwhelmed with questions about the action.   Quinn visits the Hotel Nacional and Montmartre casino, owned by Meyer Lansky, and the Sans Souci, owned by Santo Trafficante.  He is warned about the dangers to himself because of his associations with Renata, and he accepts the red and white “Chango beads” given to him by Narciso, an aged Santeria priest.  He travels to Santiago and into the Cuban Sierra, and he observes the atrocities committed by Batista’s army.  Throughout, Quinn believes himself to be following in the footsteps of his grandfather, also named Daniel, who was fascinated by Carlos Manuel de Cespedes, a Cuban planter who freed his slaves in 1868 and fought a ten year war against the Spanish in Cuba.  He imagines himself writing a future novel about Castro, similar to the book which his grandfather wrote about Cespedes and the Mambi.

In the Albany sections, which are more emotionally resonant, the author creates some unforgettable characters:  Reverend Matthew Daugherty, a Franciscan priest, whose actions in opposition to the Albany political machine have led to his virtual silencing; Quinn’s father George, now senile, who, when driven to the Elks Club to spend the day so Quinn can work, wanders off into an old neighborhood, now completely changed, and tries to relive his memories;  Tremont Van Ort, an alcoholic who finds himself sought by a Black Power activist, who wants him to kill the Mayor; and an assortment of prostitutes, drug bosses, and musicians.  In this section, like the Cuba section, Quinn also sees himself writing a novel -  this one about the race riots, and especially about Tremont.  The final seventy-five pages unite the two sections and explain some of the long-lived questions about everything that happened in Cuba when Quinn visited in 1957.

The autobiographical overtones of this novel about revolutions, both social and political, may be partly responsible for the meandering feeling of the narrative.  William Kennedy himself, stretching his literary legs after his discharge from the army, lived in Puerto Rico (not Cuba) for a number of years, and he became close friends with the iconoclastic Hunter S. Thompson (not Hemingway).  Upon his return to Albany, he was an investigative reporter for the Albany newspaper, exposing the corruption of the local “machine.”  A sense of realism, honed by Kennedy’s journalistic career, pervades Chango’s Beads and Two-Tone Shoes, but the novel is also highly literary, filled with repeating images, symbols, dreams, and music to enliven the action and broaden the scope.  His humor and irony add considerable warmth to the novel, and for many readers those qualities will more than outweigh the sometimes wooden characters and wandering narrative.

ALSO by William Kennedy: IRONWEED

Photos, in order: The author’s photo appears on http://articles.philly.com

Young Bing Crosby from 1958 is on http://derbingle.blogspot.com

The El Floridita is now home to this bronze version of Ernest Hemingway, lounging at his favorite corner of the bar:  http://members.virtualtourist.com The bar sign itself appears on http://twilightlounge.wordpress.com

This 1959 poster of Fidel Castro may be found on http://cille85.wordpress.com

The song “Shine,” sung by Bing Crosby (and the Mills Brothers) echoes and re-echoes throughout the novel.  “Konidolfine” has posted the song and some old photos:

Amos Oz–MY MICHAEL

“My husband and I are like two strangers who happen to meet coming out of a clinic where they have received treatment involving some physical unpleasantness. Both embarrassed, reading each other’s minds, conscious of an uneasy, embarrassing intimacy, wearily groping for the right tone in which to address each other.”

Hannah Gonen is only thirty when she makes this observation about her husband Michael. A young woman living in Jerusalem in the late 1950s, she has been married for ten years to a man she pursued and married when she was in her first year at the university and he was a graduate student. Michael, who describes himself to Hannah as “good…a bit lethargic, but hard-working, responsible, clean, and very honest,” eventually earns his PhD. degree in geology and begins work at the university, but Hannah, who has given up her literature studies upon her marriage, soon finds married life—and Michael himself—to be tedious. Her only child resembles Michael in personality, a child rooted in reality, who “finds objects much more interesting than people or words.”

Writing in short, factual sentences, which come alive through his choice of details, author Amos Oz, often mentioned as a Nobel Prize candidate, recreates Hannah’s story of her marriage, a marriage which may or may not survive. Hannah and Michael married in 1949, shortly after Israel gained its independence, and the author often uses Hannah’s battles for independence and control of her life to reflect the growing pains of a new land, determined to defend itself and protect its integrity. As their family backgrounds unfold, the personalities of Hannah and Michael and their behavior within the marriage are seen in a wider context. Hannah, who yearns for excitement, draws on her rich store of childhood memories and often escapes into a dream world. Michael, hard-working and pragmatic, remains a geologist, firmly connected to the earth.

After their child is born, a year after the marriage, it is Michael who usually takes care of him and washes his diapers. Hannah, mired in depression, says she is “contracted, withdrawn into myself as though I had lost a tiny jewel on the sea bed.” Gradually, she becomes more and more unstable, more and more depressed and hysterical, until she makes herself ill, a condition which she sees, ironically, as offering her some freedom. “I had lost my powers of alchemy, the ability to make my dreams carry me over the dividing line between sleeping and waking,” she explains. Despite Hannah’s self-pity and hysteria, Michael, the logical, reliable, unexciting husband retains his composure, so much so that Hannah wonders, “When will this man lose his self-control? Oh, to see him just once in a panic. Shouting for joy. Running wild.”

As the marriage and Hannah’s sanity appear to deteriorate, the author’s use of symbols gives depth and universality to the story. Hannah often imagines a glass dome over herself and her family, and wishes only that it remain transparent, not cloudy. She remembers the childhood games she played with Arab twins in her neighborhood, bossing them around, and she now fears they will wreak their vengeance on her. She imagines warships and a search for Moby Dick on the Nautilus. Even the changing seasons parallel Hannah’s state of mind, with much of her story taking place in the autumn.

Rich with imagery and dense with symbols, this novel, first published in 1968 and recently republished in paperback, depicts two characters who deal in different ways with crises in their lives and marriage. Though the novel is set in Jerusalem about fifty years ago, the issues with which these characters are dealing are as pertinent today as they were then, and the emotional implications are as affecting . Psychologically true, the novel achieves rare universality, even though the reader may not empathize completely with Hannah, who is so often self-indulgent, or Michael, who, though reliable and honest, has so little imagination. Beautifully realized, My Michael, which shows Hannah’s possessiveness and need for control even in the title, depicts an immature woman who does not know who she herself is when she joins her life to that of someone else.  Whether she and Michael learn to move beyond themselves is for the reader to decide.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo by Natalia O’Hara, appears on http://www.praguepost.com

The photo of Jerusalem at sunset is from http://grahamsdownunderthoughts.blogspot.com

The painting of “Kibbutz Kfar Ruppin, 1950″ is by Ludwig Blum (1891 – 1974), known as the “Painter of Jerusalem.”  It is part of an exhibition held at the Museum of Biblical Art in New York from October 28, 2011 – January 15, 2012. http://mobia.org

ALSO by Amos Oz:  A PANTHER IN THE BASEMENT (on my list of All-Time Favorites),   SOUMCHI,    and         THE RHYMING LIFE AND DEATH



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