This was absolutely wonderful.
Entrancing. Guernsey after WWII, with characters that lived and breathed.
What I'm reading now.
Fascinating documentary about what it's like to be born really, really rich.
It was made by Jamie Johnson (Johnson and Johnson). Ivanka Trump seems surprisingly lovely and ambitious. Cody Franchetti, Juliet Hartford, Georgina Bloomberg, etc. Interesting stuff.
Interestingly different Jane Austen epistolatory novella.
Lady Susan is not meek, demure, honest or humble- she's a bit like a widowed Becky Sharp, plotting and scheming all the time.
Fun and very different from Emma, P&P, S&S, etc.
Extraordinary book. Technically YA, but amazing.
Fergus is cutting peat in 1980's Northern Island when he and his father come across an Iron Age body preserved in the bog.
From that point, the story of Mel, a girl in 80 AD and Fergus' own story echo each other in various ways, complementing each other.
Fergus' brother Joe is in prison for his involvement with the IRA, and joins the hunger strike that killed Bobby Sands.
A young Welsh soldier named Owain and a girl from Dublin named Cora round out the main characters, and oh, this was just so well done.
It reminded me of one of the most powerful poems I know, about a bog mummy.
Punishment
by Seamus Heaney
I can feel the tug
Of the halter at the nape
Of her neck, the wind
On her naked front.
It blows her nipples
To amber beads,
It shakes the frail rigging
Of her ribs.
I can see her drowned
Body in the bog,
The weighing stone,
The floating rods and boughs.
Under which at first
She was a barked sapling
That is dug up
Oak-bone, brain-firkin:
Her shaved head
Like a stubble of black corn,
Her blindfold a soiled bandage,
Her noose a ring
To store
The memories of love
Little adulteress,
Before they punished you
You were flaxen-haired,
Undernourished, and your
Tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,
I almost love you
But would have cast, I know,
The stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur
Of your brain's exposed
And darkened combs,
Your muscles' webbing
And all your numbered bones:
I who have stood dumb
When your betraying sisters,
Cauled in tar,
Wept by the railings,
Who would connive
In civilized outrage
Yet understand the exact
And tribal, intimate revenge.
A fun, frothy and well-done take on New York socialite life.
Despite owing a lot to Edith Wharton (and who doesn't, really) this book about Lily Bartholomew (sneaky, Tatiana, sneaky indeed) showcases her rise and fall from grace among the "top girls" of the NYC social scene, and does it in a way that made this over-covered territory seem fresh, which is a heck of a trick.
This was fantastic. The voice was perfect- I could hear Essex girl Shiraz saying everything, and I could see her and I could see Collette Brown, and Carrie and Bezzer and it was funny and sad and vulgar and kind of depressing. Shiraz at her "superchav academy", waiting to get out at 16 to get a job at a sporting goods shop to earn some real money was heartbreaking, and as she began to look at her real life options the book took on a whole new level. People don't talk about social mobility much in YA.
It was so great (interesting?) to read a UK YA novel that wasn't about the middle class. Georgia Nicolson, for all her flirting and lipgloss, goes to a 'nice' school with 'nice' friends and the boys she and Jools avoid in the park are the very boys that this Shiraz and her mate Carrie eye and ignore and blow bubble gum at, and what's-her-name from the Girl, 15 books is clearly well off what with the trips to France (not package tours) and so on.
Shiraz's neighbor Uma with the ASBO and her 'work experience' at the bhaji packing plant were so well written.
One thing I am struck by, is how the heck did big hoop earrings and tracksuits and hoodies lined with fake fur become the international uniform of the... I don't know if there's a politically correct term for this and I feel like I'm on edgy ground, but what the heck? Was there a memo? UK, Rhode Island- big hoops and skinny headbands, eyeliner and gobs of lipgloss, fake tans and fake nails, rap and cars- amazing.
Hm.
I just finished this, am not sure why I'm as upset about it as I am. Teen trash, why should it bug me? Ok, well it's been recommended by people whose opinions I often share, so this is about something.
Ok, on the one hand, it's terror-thriller YA, so that... what, diminishes expectations of a solid plot? I guess it does- YA fiction kind of has to 'star' teenagers, and so that makes for instant plot holes.
I just didn't like it. I didn't like the hidden rah-rah American thing, so carefully concealed behind a veneer of showing 'the other side'- all that talk about Mogadishu and the Kurdish asylum issue just clouded everything and anyway, the terrorists who took down the World Trade Center were from freaking Saudi Arabia, which is never mentioned once in the book. If the terrorists had been Kurds, maybe I could see bringing all that into the book, but they weren't.
Pakistan-raised Shahzad's character seemed strained, as if Plum-Ucci had really had to work to get a guy with his motivations, and the ending really bothered me.
SPOILER SPACE
Ok, I really have to work out what felt so wrong here. Tyler Ping's mother was a spy. Tyler Ping was some kind of uber-hacker who helped Shahzad track down the terror cell meeting place and time- interestingly, a college "Panel to Discuss The True Nature of American Foreign Policy". Yup- that's suspicious, ain't it. People questioning what was going on in 2002? Wicked suspicious.
Anyway, after much Clancy-type absurdity, we reach a point where we are treated to the following lecture:
"A terrorist is a person who holds principles above people...They have replaced people with principles. Principles become their best friends. It sounds very high and mighty. However, we live in a world still too influenced by intelligence over instinct. Thank you, the Enlightenment. But terroristic behavior is not high and mighty. It's sad, and and sad is simple."
Ok, that makes no sense at all, even if one is inclined to diss the Enlightenment (which for the record, I am decidedly a fan of). But there's a contradiction even in this daft little speech- He's saying that instinct is better than intelligence, but then saying that emotion is simple, and bad. And all of this from an intelligence agent!
Anyway, the next awful thing is that (of course) Tyler Ping promptly betrays his mother- if that's not a clear example of 'principle over people', I don't know what is.
Aye yah.
And then of course the end was sickening, when Shahzad visits the World Trade Center site and realizes that to honor his father's life, he'd better get shopping.
"Where is the nearest Kentucky Fry?" I ask in English..."And I want a Yankees baseball cap"..."And then we should make to the Gap. I need the blue jeans."
Yeah. Welcome to America, kid.
This was extraordinary. An autobiography, apparently read by children in school often, but one I had never heard of before.
Leon Tillage tells his story of growing up during segregation in North Carolina. The most sickening things happen, and his retrospection is filled with such forgiveness and understanding of how hard it was for his parents' generation to believe that equality would ever happen. One part in particular really struck me- he was talking about the Klu Klux Klan at this point, and how he and his parents would hide when the Klu Klux Klan went riding.
"They weren't interested in participating in marches and stuff like that; they felt like Moses was going to lead the blacks out of bondage like he did the Jewish people. They were thinking... the only thing they could belive in was God, they prayed about every little thing that went on. The figured He was going to send somebody from Heaven. Thank God they had that to hold on to."
This book was devastating, and as Leon grew to participate in the equal rights movement, inspiring.
Fuck the South.