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NOTE: British author William Boyd has been WINNER of many literary prizes, including the Whitbread Award and the Costa Book Award. He was also SHORTLISTED for the IMPAC Dublin Award for Any Human Heart.

“I was thrown to the ground. I saw boots stamping on my camera, crushing it to pieces. I could hear police whistles, now, loud and shrill above the clamorous low baying of the mob in Maroon Street, and, ringed as I was by these young men standing above me, looking down on me, I could sense their uncertainty, their anxiety…They didn’t control the streets yet, these blackshirts, unlike the Nazis in Berlin – law and order still prevailed in London in a fragile way.” – Amory Clay, photographer, at the Maroon Street riot.

cover boyd caressAs fascists openly march the streets of London in 1936 and are confronted by ordinary citizens armed with frying pans, chair legs, spindles from banisters, pickaxe handles, stones, and even potatoes, photographer Amory Clay is there recording it all – until she is knocked unconscious. At age twenty-eight, she is now working quietly as a news photographer, her attempt to show the demimonde of 1936 Berlin through an art exhibition of naked prostitutes and their customers having been deemed by the police to be “A Vile and Obscene Display…Outrageous exhibitionism.” Her show, quickly closed, has left Amory a pariah, almost unemployable, though she did achieve her goal of showing that the Nazis’ “cleansing” effect on Berlin was a fraud.

Author photo by Kaya Burgess.

Famous for grand novels in which his characters try to digest what is happening around them while important world events unfold over an extended time frame, William Boyd has become a master of the genre, creating main characters who feel real as they and their families deal with the traumas they face over a long period of time, coming to new recognitions about life and themselves. In this new novel, William Boyd “breaks the rules,” taking the point of view of an ambitious woman who becomes a photographer the moment her father gives her a Kodak Brownie No. 2 for her seventh birthday in 1915.

Kodak Brownie #2

Kodak Brownie No. 2, from 1915.

Avoiding the usual traps of a man writing as a woman, Boyd creates a fine portrait of Amory Clay, a woman who defies the usual limitations placed on women in British society during the early and mid-twentieth century, showing her life as she travels to political hot spots and records major and minor events in the years after World War I, through World War II, postwar France, and Vietnam. She also associates with the aristocracy, literary lights, and artists and creates her own rules regarding her love life – and just about everything else. Neither beautiful nor brilliant, Amory relies on her own insights, talent, and sense of adventure to reveal hidden worlds through photography, not in the dramatic sense of revealing the horrors of battle and its destruction, but through those moments in the midst of crises in which people reveal their humanity and connect with others, including the reader.

From 1934 - 1943, Amory's official residence was London overlooking Dovehouse Green in Chelsea. from Julian Lovegrove Art.

From 1934 – 1943, Amory’s official residence was London, overlooking Dovehouse Green in Chelsea. (Julian Lovegrove Art)

With a time line that extends for over seventy years, a main character whose photographic talents give her reason to be present at major European events, and a continuation of themes he has mined throughout his work – the present vs. the past as shown through our memories, our fictions, and our pretenses – William Boyd here adds photographs as lasting records of past events, showing the tiny details that our memories (and most authors) do not record – the facial expressions, the gestures, the common bonds shared by participants who will each take away a different memory of the same event. He has shown throughout his work his fascination with the art world – even, in Nat Tate: American Artist, inventing an artist, publicizing his work (all of which Boyd created himself), and displaying it in a New York gallery as part of an art hoax – and he has often incorporated real people who associate with his fictional characters within his novels. Here he uses these techniques to even finer effect, inserting references to the Prince of Wales, John Steinbeck, Marlene Dietrich, Irwin Shaw, and others, who appear at events involving Amory Clay, a technique which adds dramatically to the atmosphere of the novel though Amory herself is an observer who never meets or converses with these people. Her own reputation is enhanced when one of her photographs is compared with “Falling Soldier,” the most famous photograph of esteemed war photographer Robert Capa, who snapped his picture at the instant of a soldier’s death.

Typhoon fighter plane. Amory's brother was the pilot of a Typhoon.

Typhoon fighter plane. Amory’s brother was the pilot of a Typhoon during World War II.

“Amory’s” photographs here, all “vintage” depictions of real people, lend a sense of poignancy. Boyd apparently collected these at yard sales, junk shops, and second hand stores, and as he uses these to make events and characters come alive in new ways, the reader/viewer cannot help but find his/her own emotions engaged as one wonders who these people – mothers, brothers, friends – really were, why their personal photos have been discarded, and what has happened to their own lives and dreams. They become the fictional characters of Boyd’s novel and add to it in new ways. Adding to the reader’s involvement with Amory Clay, her family, and her acquaintances, Boyd also alternates time periods throughout the novel. Each major section contains dates in the continuing development of Amory’s life and career, but each is also balanced throughout by selections from her “Barrandale Journal,” written from Scotland at the end of her life as she talks about being in her seventies and reminisces about the past.

Robert Capa's most famous photo, the "Falling Soldier," the instant of a soldier's death during the Spanish Civil War.

Robert Capa’s most famous photo, the “Falling Soldier,” the instant of a soldier’s death during the Spanish Civil War.

A novel of broad scope and interlocking characters, Boyd takes us from Amory’s father’s psychological traumas as a result of events during World War I to Amory’s husband’s issues during World War II, and her own family crises during World War II and its aftermath. Ultimately, she must decide, when her children are grown, whether to restart her career by going to Vietnam as a war photographer. The last part of the novel, in which Amory goes to California to try to find a missing daughter who has joined a commune, feels extraneous, though it does set up the conclusion, and I wish it were shorter or adapted in a way which would connect it more directly to the overall action. Still, this is vintage Boyd, and the new addition of photographs expands his ideas and provides a record of what really happens during events which our memories condense or exclude. Ultimately, the novel harks back to the quotation with which Boyd introduces the novel: “However long your stay on this small planet lasts, and whatever happens during it, the most important thing is that – from time to time – you feel life’s sweet caress.” Amory leads the way. (Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau, Avis de Passage, 1957)

ALSO reviewed here:  ANY HUMAN HEART,     NAT TATE: An American Artist,   WAITING FOR SUNRISE,      LOVE IS BLIND,     TRIO

Photos, in order:  The author’s photo by Kaya Burgess appears on http://www.thetimes.co.uk

The Kodak Brownie No. 2, about the size of an iPhone when closed, was available in 1915, and was Amory’s first camera, received when she was seven.  http://www.nzmuseums.co.nz/

Amory spent most of her time from 1934 – 1943, living in  Chelsea, overlooking Dovehouse Green, shown here as a painting by Julian Lovegrove Art https://www.pinterest.com/

This Typhoon fighter plane, like one piloted by Amory’s brother during World War II, may be seen with other classic planes here:  http://dailynewsdig.com/classic-aircraft/

One of esteemed war photographer Robert Capa’s most famous photos was “Falling Soldier,” taken at the instant of the soldier’s death during the Spanish Civil War.  One of Amory’s photos was compared to this in its impact.  A story about it and its authentication may be found here:  http://www.pbs.org/

ARC: Bloomsbury, BEA

SWEET CARESS
Review. Fiction. Book Club Suggestions, England, Historical, Literary, Social and Political Issues |
Written by: William Boyd
Published by: Bloomsbury
Date Published: 09/15/2015
ISBN: 978-1632863324
Available in: Ebook Hardcover

NOTE: In 2014 Luiselli was the WINNER of the National Book Foundation “5 under 35” award.

“On a Sunday evening, I went with some colleagues to an auction of contraband memorabilia in a karaoke bar in Little Havana…I had no intention of blowing my check, but, without the least warning, the god of tiny details set paradise before me…Right there, in the depth of the Sunday solitude of a Little Havana auction I found them: my new teeth…the sacred teeth of none other than [Hollywood diva] Marilyn Monroe…slightly yellowed.”—Gustavo Sanchez Sanchez, or “Highway.”

If that quotation does not pique your curiosity with its absurdity, the succeeding images may.  As soon as Highway returns from Cuba to Mexico, he contacts the “best cosmetic dental clinic” in Mexico City and has “each of the teeth belonging to the Venus of the big screen transplanted into [his] mouth,” though he does save ten of his old teeth, the best-looking ones, for later, “just in case.”  For months afterward, he walks around Mexico City smiling at his appearance in reflections, celebrating his good luck, and believing that “[his] life was a poem.”

Mexican author Valeria Luiselli, an author who has just celebrated her thirty-second birthday, continues this unique story and point of view, expanding the absurdities, incorporating dozens of unique images, story lines, and sudden surprises, and transporting the reader into new and sometimes bizarre worlds.  This work, a “novel-essay,” as she calls it, along with all its individual stories, is no pot-boiler, however.   It is part of a much more ambitious effort by Luiselli to expand the boundaries of the novel and art in general, and she does this without being the least bit pompous or self-conscious. 

Hired in 2013 to write a catalog for Galeria Jumex, a contemporary art gallery which is associated with the real Jumex juice factory outside Mexico City, Luiselli decided to take a completely new approach to writing the art catalog by including the workers at the factory as she tells stories about the items at the gallery, perhaps creating a bridge between art and the reality of the workers’ own lives within and outside the factory.  In an action similar to Cuba’s use of “tobacco readers,” who read stories to the workers in cigar factories to keep them from getting bored, Luiselli chose to write her catalog as a “novel in installments” for the workers, who would then read the installments aloud in the juice factory.  Their reactions and comments were recorded and sent to Luiselli, who would then write the next installment, all under the name of Gustavo Sanchez Sanchez, the speaker of this novel.

As a result of the interaction, some personal stories of the real workers began inevitably to combine with the stories associated with the paintings and other artwork in the gallery, which, of course, has also been taken out of the natural context of a particular artist working in a particular place and time.  As the stories from the factory, the artwork, and Luiselli’s own imagination merge, they form a kind of bridge between the rarefied world of contemporary art and literature, and the real world, including the world of the factory workers, some of whom provided photos of the artwork, the gallery, and some of the places near the factory, all of which are reproduced here.  Luiselli also explores her relationship with her translator, Christina MacSweeney, who translated Luiselli’s Spanish into English.  Luiselli, who is also fluent in English,  then reread and rewrote parts of the English version and then made new changes to the Spanish version, eventually inviting MacSweeney to write her own section which appears at the end of the novel and provides unifying information.

When Highway comes to after a disastrous night, he is greeted by the sight of four clowns projected on four walls, with a speaker overhead commenting.

When a very young writer of enormous talent and creativity is given free rein by the art gallery which hired her, the factory which allowed its readers to participate in her work, and her American publisher, Coffee House Press of Minneapolis, the result can only be described as unique – so different from anything any of us have ever had the chance to read or experience (or even imagine) that I, myself, am hoping I will someday see this very young, immensely talented author win a Grand Prize.

Despite Luiselli’s esoteric goals, she also incorporates a wild plot within all this background and explanation, and it is fun and funny and…unique. Gustavo “Highway” Sanchez Sanchez, having begun as a guard in the juice factory, becomes Personnel Crisis Supervisor, a job which keeps him twiddling his thumbs until he is able to take a variety of classes, travel to seminars, and eventually marry the woman who is expecting his child, a baby known as Siddhartha.  He later tries to become a contemporary dancer and actor, before he learns that being an auctioneer is a quicker way to success. Having always collected things he that he might sell for profit, he goes to school to become an auctioneer and gets some experience in the US. In Mexico, under the aegis of a local priest, he gets his first chance to practice his new trade – auctioning off his own ten teeth which he saved when he had Marilyn Monroe’s teeth implanted.  Believing that he can restore an object’s value “through an elegant surpassing of the truth,” he provides stories as he auctions the teeth, claiming that they belonged to writers such as Plato, St. Augustine, Montaigne, Virginia Woolf, and others. He raises thousands of pesos for his used teeth.

Not far outside the juice factory is a Disneyland-ish display of dinosaurs in action, a location which features in the conclusion.

The book divides into sections which illustrate the several kinds of auctions that Highway has categorized – Hyperbolics, Parabolics, Circulars, Allegorics, and Elliptics – and expands the story as the reader learns about the reappearance of Highway’s son Siddhartha, who is bent on revenge for his father’s abandonment of him and his mother.  Throughout all this, the author maintains a fine literary style with many references to literature’s greatest and their works; a sensitivity to sound and spelling, which she uses for puns (and characters like Hochimin and a barbershop called Hair Charisma); and a knowledge of art, both contemporary and classical.  (At one point, for example, Highway refers to “the crescent of my [new] teeth…sacred, graceful, and hallowed as Bernini’s St. Peter’s Colonnade.”)  Though the novel is a free-for-all in terms of the speed of the imagery and the shifts in focus, it is well organized without being limited.  Luiselli’s experiment pays off handsomely here as she shares her stories and involves her audience in creating them, and her imagination and intelligence make them a delight for readers.  For those readers who may wonder where a form like the novel can go next and how much it can change without losing its way, Valeria Luiselli’s latest effort shows one way.

ALSO reviewed here:  FACES IN THE CROWD   and   LOST CHILDREN ARCHIVE

Photos, in order: The author’s photo appears on http://sextopiso.mx/

Marilyn Monroe’s Hollywood smile is shown on https://www.pinterest.com/

The clowns that greet Highway when he wakes up from a bad night are from http://www.fanpop.com

The dinosaur park, outside of Pachuco, may be seen here:  http://flickrhivemind.net

ARC:  Coffee House Press

THE STORY OF MY TEETH
Review. Novel. Experimental, Humor, Satire, Absurdity, Literary, Mexico, Social and Political Issues
Written by: Valeria Luiselli
Published by: Coffee House Press
Edition: Tra edition
ISBN: 978-1566894098
Available in: Ebook Paperback Hardcover

NOTE: French author Patrick Modiano was WINNER of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2014  and has been WINNER of many other prizes in Europe.  When his Nobel Prize was awarded, he was almost unknown in the US, and publishers have been working overtime to make his many novels available here.

“Le Tremblay.  Chantal.  Square du Graisivaudan.  These words had traveled a long way.  An insect bite, very light to begin with, but it causes you an increasingly sharp pain, and very soon a feeling of being torn apart.  The present and the past merge and that seems quite natural because they were only separated by a cellophane partition. An insect bite was all it took to pierce the cellophane.  He could not be sure of the year, but he was very young, in a room…with a girl called Chantal…”—Jean Daragane

Resembling a simple, straightforward mystery story set in France as it opens, this newest novel by Nobel Prize winner Patrick Modiano gradually becomes increasingly eerie, psychological, and autobiographical, though it never loses the basic structure which makes the mystery novel so popular.  As the novel opens, Jean Daragane, a reclusive author who has not seen anybody in three months, has just received a telephone call offering to return his lost address book if he will meet with the finder.  Gilles Ottolini, an advertising man and former journalist who is researching a murder from forty years ago, has found and looked through Daragane’s address book and has been excited to see a listing there for Guy Torstel, someone whose name means nothing at all to Daragane.  The next day, however, Ottolini calls Daragane back, explaining that he has read Daragane’s first novel, and has discovered that Torstel is, in fact, a character in that book.  Daragane, however, not only does not remember Torstel, but does not remember anything at all about that book from many years ago.  The two agree to meet, and the mysteries increase, as “insect bites” from the depth of Darragane’s memories slowly begin to pierce the “cellophane” which has protected Darragane from traumatic memories of his childhood.

Modiano has always been interested in the vagaries of memory and identity, including his own, and his novels often draw on his own dysfunctional childhood, with all its confusions and nightmares as he revisits and perhaps rewrites his past. Though Modiano has emphasized in interviews that his novels are novels and not autobiographical records, they do, usually, recreate in some form or another, the stories which lie deep within his own memory, as confirmed by his autobiography, Pedigree.  His novels often share story lines and characters (though sometimes with different names), as the traumas of Modiano’s own past get revisited and rewritten with a new approach to the same events.  What has happened to the people he knew, the people he thought he knew, and the events in which he participated, sometimes without knowing what was really happening behind the scenes, add mystery and depth to many of his plots, some of which never do seem to resolve themselves as they reappear in a new book for another try at resolution.

When Daragane sees the passport photo of a seven-year-old boy, he begins to remember Le Tremblay, the racetrack, and the casino.

Almost from the beginning, this “typical mystery novel” starts to overlap with Modiano’s own life.  Like Modiano, who is in his seventies, his main character, Jean Daragane, is also that age when his phone call from Gilles Ottolini inspires flashbacks about events from his childhood and a man named Torstel. His early memories resemble those of Modiano, whose own mother, like Daragane’s, was an actress from whom he was always alienated.  Modiano’s mother left him for years at a time with people of the demimonde – acrobats, women of the night, and gamblers – and it was a woman, barely out of her teens, named Annie who was Modiano’s primary guardian for two years – a woman who ended up going to prison for illegal activities after a night-time police raid which left Modiano, a child of nine, alone in the house where they lived.  The reader learns early that the murder victim in this novel, Colette Laurent, was a friend of Daragane’s mother; that Annie Astrand, his guardian in childhood, was also one of his mother’s friends until she went to jail; and that two of Colette’s male friends were also friends of his mother. Modiano’s father, in real life, was involved in black marketeering and gambling and was often out of the country.  He was no more responsible than the mother. Daragane suspects early in the novel that Ottolini, who bears some resemblances to his father, is a blackmailer and crook.

Annie has been a circus acrobat, just as a character in the novella “Suspended Sentences” has been.

As So You Don’t Get Lost in the Neighborhood continues to develop, it delves deeply into memories both real and imagined.  The characters who introduce the novel, Gilles Ottolini and his female acquaintance, Chantal (formerly Josephine) Grippay, soon disappear, as the book begins to concentrate on other people and places which have played a role in the life of Daragane (and in most cases, Modiano).  Forgotten details begin to emerge.  Annie Astrand, the reader learns through the story, was an acrobatic dancer, much like a real woman who was guardian to Modiano in his early childhood.  When the fictional Daragane meets with Dr. Voustraat, who lives across the street from the house where Daragane grew up, a place related to the murder mystery, he learns that it is for sale, but he lacks the courage to go inside when offered the chance.  The doctor, on departure, comments that the house, “La Maladrerie and all those curious people we spoke about…The best witness could be the child that once lived there.  You would need to find him…Don’t you think so?”  To which Daragane replies, “That will be very difficult, Doctor.”

Readers new to Modiano may enjoy reading this book before starting SO YOU DON’T GET LOST IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Though this novel stands on its own, its ending comes abruptly, and for those who have never read Modiano, it may seem more mysterious than it deserves to be.  Both Suspended Sentences, the book which some readers might enjoy as a good introduction to Modiano  (a  book that is at the top of my Favorite Books list for the year), and Pedigree: A Memoir, also newly translated into English this year, provide some of the background which perpetually creeps into Modiano’s work and influences all aspects of work.  The novel follows its own narrative line and offers up its own insights into people and places, all well described, as Modiano engages in flashbacks to relive and reconsider his past.  Ultimately the reader returns to the quotation from Stendhal, with which Modiano introduces this work: “I cannot provide the reality of events,/ I can only provide their shadow.”

ALSO reviewed here:    AFTER THE CIRCUS,    DORA BRUDER,   FAMILY RECORD,      HONEYMOON,     IN THE CAFE OF LOST YOUTH,     LA PLACE de L’ETOILE (Book 1 of the OCCUPATION TRILOGY),    (with Louis Malle–LACOMBE LUCIEN, a screenplay,    LITTLE JEWEL,    THE NIGHT WATCH (Book II of the OCCUPATION TRILOGY),    THE OCCUPATION TRILOGY (LA PLACE DE L’ETOILE, THE NIGHT WATCH, AND RING ROADS),    PARIS NOCTURNE,     PEDIGREE: A Memoir,    RING ROADS (Book III of the OCCUPATION TRILOGY),    SLEEP OF MEMORY,    SUCH FINE BOYS,    SUNDAYS IN AUGUST,    SUSPENDED SENTENCES,    VILLA TRISTE,    YOUNG ONCE

Post-Nobel Prize books:  SLEEP OF MEMORY (2017), INVISIBLE INK (2019)

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

The Grand Casino at Forges les Eaux becomes a sudden memory for Daragane when he sees a passport photo of a seven-year-old boy.  http://www.rouentourisme.com/

Annie was a circus acrobat, just as a character in  the novella “Suspended Sentences” was.  http://www.artvalue.com/

SO YOU DON'T GET LOST IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Review. Fiction. Experimental, France, Literary, Psychological study
Written by: PatrickModiano
Published by: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
ISBN: 978-0544635067
Available in: Ebook Hardcover

 

NOTE: Per Petterson was WINNER of the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award in 2007 for Out Stealing Horses, WINNER of the Nordic Council Literature Prize in 2009, and WINNER of many other prizes for his work.

“Dad has a face that Arvid loved to watch, and at the same time made him nervous as it wasn’t just a face but also a rock in the forest with its furrows and hollows, at least if he squinted when he looked.  Of course you can be a bit unsettled if you look at your dad and suddenly there is a large rock where his head used to be.”

Norwegian author Per Petterson dedicates the ten short stories of Ashes in My Mouth, Sand in My Shoes (1987) to his own father in his first published book, creating a lovely and loving portrait of a father, his young son, and a few other members of their family as they go about their everyday lives in 1960s Norway  Main character Arvid, who will go on to star in some later books by Petterson, is six years old in the collection’s opening story, growing to the age of ten by its conclusion, a hypersensitive child who notices and cares about the family around him even as he is also aware of how much he depends on them.  Arvid’s unique point of view, his life, and his reactions to events in these stories, though perhaps more emotional than what most other children his age experience, are nevertheless so plausible and filled with heart that one cannot help believing that many of the happenings here were real and that the stories are somewhat autobiographical.  Seeming to breathe on their own, they need very little exposition to work their magic and draw in the reader, to whom they feel somehow familiar, no matter how the time, setting, and action may differ from our own.

With the reader sharing the early life of an especially observant child, the author chooses his details carefully and writes in an especially concise style, with no wordiness to slow down the action, no grand statements, and, ultimately no need to explain the action or embellish it. The opening story sets the tone, as Arvid learns that his father has lost his job as foreman of a shoe factory and must soon take a succession of lesser jobs in places as far away as Denmark, for six months, in order to stay employed in the declining shoe business, which he loves.  As the story develops, the action also shows the tense relationship between Arvid’s father and his brother Rolf, and eventually his father’s humiliation when he finally does obtain another job in another field of work.  Arvid, at age six, understands his father’s situation primarily through the parallels he sees on a TV program, but Arvid’s own lack of enthusiasm for his father’s new, much more mundane job adds to his father’s sense of failure.  In a mere ten pages, Petterson conveys much about the family’s dynamics, his father’s sense of pride, and, most importantly, Arvid’s own identification with his father.

Arvid’s father and Uncle Rolf inherited their father’s red log cabin on the Bunne Fjord, a place where the father encouraged Arvid to become more assertive.

Additional stories expand the information about Arvid’s family and their interrelationships:  His mother’s patience with him as he walks in his sleep and has nightmares and night-time “accidents” is matched by his father’s intrinsic understanding of how to make him feel better without embarrassing him, most of this shown through actions rather than words and dialogue in “Ashes in his Mouth.” Uncle Rolf and the origins of the continuing tension between him and Arvid’s father are shown in several stories.   The brothers’ relationship with Arvid’s grandfather and Arvid’s feelings toward him become clear in “The King is Dead,” a story in which Arvid sees parallels between the death of the King of Norway and his grandfather’s death, a story which also shows the weaknesses of Uncle Rolf and the strength of his mother.   Dissension in the marriage of Arvid’s father and mother affects Arvid personally in “Like a Tiger in a Cage.”

Norwegian fjord photo by Sverre Hjornevik, perhaps similar to the Bunne Fjord, where Arvid’s family has a red log cabin.

His relationship with the outside world is seen in his confrontation with an adult next-door neighbor known as “Fatso” who uses Arvid and then reveals his own weaknesses in a dramatic ending which leads Arvid to avoid him forever afterward.  Mocked for his innocence by other students when he is eight, Arvid reacts emotionally in “People are Not Animals” when the older boys try to joke about sexual mechanics with him, and he eventually decides how he will avoid such issues in the future.  “Today You Must Pray to God,” a statement made by Arvid’s teacher to Arvid’s class at the time that she also announces that “Today there may be nuclear war,” introduces some of the world tensions of the day and leads to serious concerns for Arvid’s emotional health, while “Before the War,” the last story in the collection, shares his father’s experiences during World War II and his father’s efforts to toughen Arvid up at the vacation cabin that his father and Uncle Rolf jointly own. Arvid’s sudden awareness of what is important in life is a fitting conclusion to the novel.

One of Arvid’s most vivid memories is of a bullfinch which he held in his hand when he found it lying on the ground, feeling its heartbeat.  Photograph by Grahame Thompson

Arranged chronologically to give a sense of their interconnections from beginning to end, Petterson’s stories contain both dramatic action and psychological acuity.  One of the most unusual aspects of the book occurs in the sudden endings to many of the stories.  One reviewer complained about this, noting that many of these stories “just end,” instead of having a recognizable finale to give a few clues to the author’s purpose in writing them.  Sometimes lacking the obvious thematic statements which so often accompany conclusions of stories by other writers, these stories with their well drawn, innocent point of view seem to operate on a different level,  drawing a reader into Arvid’s life through his stories and providing some symbols to inspire the reader’s own memories and feelings  – an experience that for me made them fun to read and enlightening, too; simultaneously casual and realistic in tone and style; both unpretentious and highly literary; and both unique and seemingly familiar. Here there is no need for ponderous statements – Arvid’s experiences are enough.  A very small book, with very short stories, Ashes in My Mouth, Sand in My Shoes carries a disproportionately large impact, a debut which clearly presages the enormous success this author would eventually have in the literary world.

ALSO by Petterson:  I CURSE THE RIVER OF TIME,        I REFUSE,        IT’S FINE BY ME,       TO SIBERIA,     OUT STEALING HORSES

Photos, in order: The author’s photo may be found on http://www.aftenbladet.no/

The Red Log Cabin, similar to one which Arvid’s father and uncle owned, is located  at the open-air museum Skansen in Stockholm.  It is posted on https://www.pinterest.com by  byggnadsvardsnytt.wordpress.com

This prize-winning photo of a Norwegian fjord, by Sverre Hjørnevik is from http://bestof.fjordnorway.com

One of Arvid’s most vivid memories is of finding a Northern Bullfinch on the ground, picking it up and holding it in his hand, feeling its heartbeat.  Photo by Grahame Thompson for http://www.thewesternisles.co.uk/

ASHES IN MY MOUTH, SAND IN MY SHOES
Review. Book Club Suggestions, Literary, Norway, Short Stories
Written by: Per Petterson
Published by: Graywolf Press
Date Published: 04/07/2015
Edition: Tra edition, Don Bartlett translator
ISBN: 978-1555977009
Available in: Ebook Paperback

“We don’t need to have just one favorite…Our favorite book is always the book that speaks most directly to us at a particular stage in our lives. And our lives change. We have other favorites that give us what we most need at that particular time. But we never lose the old favorites. They’re always with us. We just sort of accumulate them.” — Lloyd Alexander

Author photo by Heath Missen.

Like so many others who read voraciously – all kinds of books, from experimental modern fiction to the classics, from thoughtful novels of ideas to thrillers, and from analytical non-fiction to other-worldly fantasy – I have often been asked to name my favorite author, as if it were possible to choose just one.  And as Lloyd Alexander points out above, I tend to read according to mood and what appeals at different stages of my life.  My all-time favorite books, however, tend to be those which deal with ideas in a unique way, capturing my imagination at the same time that they convey a new slant on a universal theme.  If they are also written with a touch of humor, so much the better. Among my long-time, special favorites are several authors who are little known in the United States, authors whose unique work has continually entertained and surprised me, often moving me to tears at the same time that it has left me with a smile on my face.

Tim Winton was a student of Elizabeth Jolley at Curtin University on the west coast of Australia. Photo by Denise Fitch.

One such author is Australian author Elizabeth Jolley (1923 – 2007).   Born in England, Elizabeth Jolley moved to western Australia with her husband in 1959, raised her children, and in 1976, at the age of fifty-three, finally saw the publication of her first novel.  It was not until 1983, when she was sixty, however, that her writing began to receive recognition, and once it did, she experienced non-stop success, with fifteen novels, three short story collections, three plays, and three books of non-fiction, published to great acclaim within twenty-one years.  Winner of over a dozen literary prizes and awards including Australia’s prestigious Miles Franklin Award, she was made a member of the Order of Australia for Services to Literature, and in 1997, was declared an Australian Living Treasure.  Though she achieved enormous literary recognition, Jolley’s personal life was complicated, but I will save that story until I review her biography.

SEEING THE WORLD THROUGH BOOKS contains reviews of three of Jolley’s novels which show in detail what I like best about her work, and the brief summaries I provide in this present post list these books in my order of preference.  All are now available in new editions released by Persea Books.  I hope some readers who have never read Jolley will be inspired to do so now.

Mr. Scobie’s Riddle (1983): Martin Scobie, David Hughes, and Fred Privett, all age eighty-five, have just been admitted to the nursing home of St. Christopher and St. Jude following the bizarre crash of their three separate ambulances at the intersection in front of the facility. Admitted for their recuperation, they must share a small single room in which the light switch can only be reached by leaning across one bed. Some furniture has been removed to accommodate the extra beds, and the wardrobe, blocking a window, is inaccessible because of the third bed. Even if they had a view through that window, however, their view would be compromised. “Immediately outside the window was a mass of dusty green foliage of the kind which grows outside kitchens and hotel toilets…The leaves, moving in endless trembling toward and away from one another, gave an impression of trying to speak or to listen but always turning away before any tiny

A man who might have been Mr. Scobie

message could either be given or heard,” a detail emblematic of all life at this nursing home, which specializes in non-communication. As Australian author Elizabeth Jolley develops this relentlessly dark-humored and totally absorbing novel, she also displays enormous talent for developing sensitive character sketches of the sad, elderly patients. Jolley is a world class author, capable of creating serious questions and developing the biggest of the world’s themes within small settings and scenes.  The dark ironies help keep the emotion under control, though older readers will feel Mr. Scobie’s frustration with added poignancy.

 

Miss Peabody’s Inheritance (1984): Elizabeth Jolley’s portraits of elderly characters are unparalleled in their depth and in the sly amusement she brings to their creation.  Here she gives life to Dorothy Peabody – or as much life as this quiet, fearful, and unimaginative woman can be said to possess, until that moment in which her life suddenly takes wing through her correspondence with author Diana Hopewell. Jolley also creates additional, vibrant and often surprising characters – other middle-aged single women – who are the protagonists of the new novel-in-progress which author Diana Hopewell shares in her correspondence with Miss Peabody.

The story within Diana Hopewell’s novel takes place at a polite girls’ school in Western Australia. Photo by Michelle Mossop.

As the point of view moves back and forth between Miss Peabody’s life in Weybridge, outside of London, and Diana Hopewell’s novel-in-progress, which takes place in a polite boarding school in western Australia, Elizabeth Jolley keeps the humor and surprise at a high level, while also commenting on the nature of writing and the role of the novelist. With her wry, often poignant descriptions, and her ability to reveal her characters’ deepest yearnings through subtle and beautifully developed scenes and dialogue, Elizabeth Jolley is a writer of formidable talents and remarkable insights.

Foxybaby (1985): The earlier books that I have read by Australian author Elizabeth Jolley, while a bit more boisterous in some ways than the works of her contemporaries back in England during the period, still seem to fit comfortably into the niche occupied by authors like Beryl Bainbridge, Penelope Lively, Barbara Pym, Muriel Spark, Alice Thomas Ellis, and Jane Gardam, despite Jolley’s unconventional (and some might say outrageous) private life.

With Foxybaby (1985), which follows Mr. Scobie… (1983) and Miss Peabody… (1984), however, Jolley permanently separates herself from her peers back in England, writing a book in which nothing is sacred.  Here her characters, sometimes crazy, usually self-absorbed and unashamedly earthy, are also bawdy. She is realistic, if not enthusiastic, in her depiction of sex in all its variations as salve for the souls of the lonely – and the sometimes bored. Nothing about this book is dainty or subtle. Jolley obviously has great fun here enjoying the freer, more forgiving attitudes of Australia as she creates this over-the-top novel, filled with wild characters who “let it all hang out.”

Wheatfields for miles were the only scenery for Porch as she traveled west to Trinity College. Photo by MarcoSun

Simultaneously daring and subtle, insightful and bold, sensitive and sometimes sexy, Jolley’s novels are absorbing and satisfying on many levels, and I hope I’ll persuade a few who are unfamiliar with her to take a look at her novels. Sometime soon, I will begin to review the Vera Wright Trilogy, also available from Persea Books, and I expect to review Jolley’s biography, written by her stepdaughter, in the next few weeks.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo by Heath Missen appears on http://www.theage.com.au/

Tim Winton, one of Elizabeth Jolley’s students, has, himself, become an award-winning writer, one of Australia’s best, in recent years.  His photo here is by Denise Fitch:  http://svc061.wic050p.server-web.com

The photo of a man who might resemble Mr. Scobie is on http://aichberger.de/10E-god.htm

The photo of Australian schoolgirls, by Michelle Mossop, is from http://aichberger.de/

Wheatfields in western Australia, the only scenery for Porch on her travels to Trinity, photo by MarcoSun, are on https://markosun.wordpress.com

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