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The Life Room
The Life Room
by Jill Bialosky
Edition: Paperback
Prix : CDN$ 6.58
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Could not finish it., Oct. 8 2015
This review is from: The Life Room (Paperback)
The number of novels I haven't finished reading over the years is something less than two hands' worth. For me to not want to spend the time getting to the end, there's got to be something really wrong with the story. Or the writing. Or both. In the case of 'The Life Room', I'd gotten about 75 pages in, and I was regularly shaking my head. Partly because I was getting tired of the back-story that seemed way too 'assignment-like'. And partly because of the unbelievable characterizations and worse, their dialogue. I'd get to a section where there were exchanges between 12 and 13 year olds, and I was laughing as I said out loud 'No kid that age speaks that way.' And because of these repeated instances, Ms Bialosky lost credibility, and therefore, lost me as a reader. This was all very disappointing, given that I'd recently read 'History of a Suicide' and enjoyed it quite a bit. I'm going to read 'The Prize', simply because I want to see if she's been able to tell a story that's worth spending the time reading, and that 'The Life Room' was an anomaly. Wish me luck.

Hand to Mouth: Living in Bootstrap America
Hand to Mouth: Living in Bootstrap America
by Linda Tirado
Edition: Hardcover
Prix : CDN$ 21.71
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Too long and too shiny, April 11 2015
This book was depressing. Yes, there's too much there (by about a third, maybe even a half), and it's repetitive at too many turns, but when she nails a truth, it hurts, it's so depressing.

I stared at pages, I shook my head at pages, I had to stop reading pages.

The book shines light on what it's like to be poor. What it's like to live in poverty. Why this leads to that, why it's a series of incidents that lead to crisis and not some single catastrophe. And why it's so hard to escape.

Her tales are not unique. But at times the power of their messages was like fists to the gut.

The book is too long at almost 200 pages. And the fact that it's been packaged as a hardcover with its heft and shiny packaging struck me as a little bit wrong. Were it an extensive memoire delving deep into her journey, it might have made sense to have it as long as it is. Greatly reduced in size and packaged as a sparse paperback would have been more appropriate.

Required reading for those who yammer on about a world they know little of, for those most critical of the poor.

Smoke River
Smoke River
by Krista Foss
Edition: Hardcover
Prix : CDN$ 28.45
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 A kinder, gentler cousin to Paul Haggis's film 'Crash', April 5 2015
This review is from: Smoke River (Hardcover)
Over the past six months or so, I've attended two author readings featuring Ms Foss. The first time, in Hamilton, what she read didn't pique my interest. So I didn't take the book out of the library, as I normally might. Last month, I saw her again in Grimsby. As I sat waiting for the event to begin, I flipped through a friend's copy of the book. I was a little startled; what I was reading (randomly) wasn't the stuff of the Hamilton reading. As a writer, I am constantly looking for the 'fix' that a wordsmith provides. The deft turn-of-phrase, the choice of this word over that, the assembly of thoughts that don't just inform, that evoke. Her reading was, I believe, the same one she'd done previously, with some variations. (My apologies for my unreliable memory.) But this time, listening to her did pique my interest. Not because of what she was sharing, but because the stark contrast with the lovely bits I'd found by way of my casual perusing.

I often make distinctions that others don't. Such as the difference between a 'singer' and a 'vocalist'. A 'guitarist' and a 'guitar player'. Ms Foss? Hmm... F. Scott Fitzgerald said 'You don't write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say.' Ms Foss definitely has something to say, and she has a reverential way of saying it, so in my books, she's a 'writer', not merely 'someone who writes'. You can tell that she loves language, loves how language can make us feel, the joy to be found in using just the right word... Yeah. 'Joy'. Her writing is infused with 'joy'. You can tell that she cares deeply about phrasing, about word use, about avoiding the common without veering off into the precious. (I regret not having compiled a list of these, but they're there. And each one...including ones that had me going to my dictionary...made me smile.)

Having said this, I don't think that this novel showcases her as a 'storyteller'. Another distinction I draw is the difference between 'story' and 'situation'. I usually trot this out when examining films, but it holds here, as well. This is a fascinating situation that she presents. She delves into some pretty intriguing areas, and does so with honesty and alacrity. She's done her research. But I can't say that this is a 'great story'.

As well, she manages to hit some true notes when it comes to how she draws some of the characters. But their presentation does not match her wordsmithery. I don't mean to imply that they're superficial. Or stereotypes. Just that while some hint at being well drawn, none of them captivated me.

I suspect that her next offering will showcase better storytelling, and by extension, richer and more compelling characters.

I'll end off with a comment made by a friend who had taken me to the second author evening, one seconded by more than a few of her book club readers: there were too many characters. I was intrigued when she was telling me this. As a writer, you want the world you're creating to be a full one. And if it's best served by having 12 characters instead of 6, so be it. But the opinion was that there were too many, and that with so many, confusion often resulted. Well, as I've now read the novel, I can understand why they felt this way. But I don't believe that the confusion is the result of having too many characters. I believe it's the result of the two factors I've mentioned already: lack of a powerful story, and not-quite-there characterizations. All of the novels I hold near and dear to my heart that feature an abundance of characters work because the characters are fully developed, and the story grips you. Could she have excised some of the character profiles and their histories? Sure. But in taking these away, she would had to have made up for it with a meatier story and richer characters for it to have worked.

Looking forward to her next novel...and attending yet another reading.

Into the Blizzard: Walking the Fields of the Newfoundland Dead
Into the Blizzard: Walking the Fields of the Newfoundland Dead
by Michael Winter
Edition: Hardcover
Prix : CDN$ 24.71
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Astoundingly personal, wonderfully written., March 27 2015
I had a chance to see Michael at a reading earlier this winter as part of a fundraising series. (Normally I don't refer to the authors of books I review by their first name...but I do here, simply because it feels appropriate to.) I'd not heard of him previously. He was fantastic. Charmingly engaging. So much so that I'd have preferred to hearing him just talk, and have done without the actual reading.

'Into the Blizzard' is the sort of 'raconteuring', the kind of conversation best had in a booth at a diner over breakfast. With lots and lots of refills on your coffees. But it's not merely personal in the sense that we hear about his adventures re-tracing the steps of all of those Newfoundlanders a century ago. It's personal because of what he manages to weave of his own life into the tale. His plain observations. Seemingly unrelated factoids that, because of his friendly (and generous) narration, are brought together to ultimately infuse the book with real intimacy. This is not a scholarly tome. It does not rely hardly at all on numbers, or issue the standard reverent patriotic declarations. While this may render 'Into the Blizzard' too light a read for some, for me, its informal spareness was the perfect framing for the subject matter.

And of course having been affected so, I'm now off to consume Michael's fiction.

Between Gods: A Memoir
Between Gods: A Memoir
by Alison Pick
Edition: Hardcover
Prix : CDN$ 22.45
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 A heartfelt tale of identity? A collection of blog posts? The precursor to a film? All three., March 16 2015
This review is from: Between Gods: A Memoir (Hardcover)
I attended a reading of 'Between Gods' Ms Pick made earlier on this year in the Niagara area. I hadn't been familiar with her work. So when I got home, I put in requests for her entire oeuvre at the local library. With this memoir, I can declare that I'm up to date and looking forward to her next offering.

I'm of two minds about this book. Part of me appreciated the lengths to which she went to tell her tale. But another part of me can't help wonder that it might have made a better novel.

Hers is a fascinating journey. Even as a non-Jew, I can appreciate her joy, her frustration, everything that she expresses so well. At times it reminded me of a blog. So long a period of time covered, memories painstakingly brought to the surface, each detail presented with what I received as humility...just as you would blog entries over the same period of time. (I know this because I had a personal blog I posted to for almost six years, during which there were over 3,600 entries.)

There were some things that puzzled me. Depression begins the book, and there's a section that refers to it at the end, but it's absent through most of it. For something as powerful as what she fought through, its absence irked me a little. And the sudden mention of her 'best friend', who knows her better than anyone...

Some of the attendees at the aforementioned reading saw her husband as a saint. That he put up with a lot of crap. I didn't see it that way, but the way he's there on her journey, right beside her, got me pondering if I could do the same. My final answer was 'No'. So a hearty nod of admiration to him.

Although I could not call it a literary tour-de-force (and I doubt that she ever had any intention of writing it as such), all-in-all it was a quite-satisfying read.

The Original 1982: A Novel
The Original 1982: A Novel
Offered by HarperCollins Publishers CA
Prix : CDN$ 11.99

4.0 étoiles sur 5 A delicate, heartbreaking read., March 14 2015
I have a 'history' with Ms Carson; twenty years ago, when I was writing my first novel, her music was instrumental (sorry!) in its creation. Part of the tale's 'score', if you will. So reading 'The Original 1982' was a real treat.

I'll say up front that I cried. I'd be reading, digesting what was was on the page, and then I'd realize 'The narrator's created all of this for the child she never had.' And as someone who's not had kids (and wishes he had), I found this to be especially poignant. I'd forget this, kept on reading...and then realized it again. Tears, and stoppered breath.

One of the things I loved about the novel is that it reads as something being written to someone. That is, the narrator isn't a 'writer', per se. So there are no unnecessary 'literary' passages. No fat, either. It's sparse, but delightfully so.

I see it as a love letter. To a child un-had. To being a musician, to the quiet wonders of being an artist...but most of all, to Love.

by Alissa York
Edition: Paperback
Prix : CDN$ 15.57
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Me = Bewildered, March 12 2015
This review is from: Fauna (Paperback)
So with 'Fauna', I've completed reading Ms York's oeuvre. And as my review's title announces, I'm scratching my head: I'm amazed that she's managed to write three entirely different novels. Granted, there are some similarities between this one and 'Mercy', but her début had the trappings of 'CanLit', whereas this one is far more a 'regular' piece of fiction. Normally, when I've read an author's work (or even a singer's catalogue), there is a consistent style at play. In this instance, if you'd told me that the three books were written by three different authors, I'd have shrugged and said "OK."

The novel itself is solid. And by this, I mean it hangs together nicely. (Except the ending.) There are multiple storylines, many intersections. I was reminded of Robert Altman's films, or Paul Haggis's or 'Magnolia' by Paul Thomas Anderson. But the delivery was- Well, that of a contemporary fiction novel. There is no pretension, no showing off, just the individual tales.

Not everything works. The exploration of character isn't handled as well as I think it should have been. And perhaps it could have benefited from an injection here and there of CanLit blood. However...

...'Fauna' is a love story, a paean to wildlife. That 'Ring of Bright Water' and 'The Jungle Book' are regularly referenced...indeed, integral parts of the no surprise. And for this reason alone, I'm willing to cut Ms York some slack. As well as looking forward to her next offering.

by Alissa York
Edition: Paperback
Prix : CDN$ 19.95
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Well, then. That was something., March 8 2015
This review is from: Effigy (Paperback)
Such a marked progression from Ms York's début, 'Mercy'. A huge progression. A so-much-grander scope. More penetrating observations and insights. A larger dramatis personae, one that takes in a far more varied range of characters from disparate locales.

I found some of the novel to be a tough slog. It wasn't that material wasn't worth reading. There is some wonderful word-smithery in almost all of the novel, even the more dense sections. I suppose that what I'm referring to is the storytelling itself. Which is undoubtedly measured, but not often enough captivating. All-in-all, a satisfying reading experience, deftly written by someone with a fierce command of the language, but I'm not sure I'd necessarily recommend it. At least not without a full introduction. A disclaimer, I guess.

I had a really, really, really hard time with the religion presented in 'Effigy'. Yes, the polygamy, but more the righteousness of all the variations on Christianity. If ever there was proof of the disgusting notion of 'killing in the name of God', this book provides it. More than once, I was tempted to throw the book across the room. But perhaps this is evidence as to the writer's skills.

Right; onwards to Ms York's third novel. Fingers crossed.

First Frost
First Frost
by Sarah Addison Allen
Edition: Hardcover
Prix : CDN$ 22.49
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 A very self-indulgent review, so my apologies up front., March 6 2015
This review is from: First Frost (Hardcover)
This is not going to be like some of my other Amazon reviews for Sarah's novels, pieces of prolixity. There's all kinds of analysis and deconstruction I could offer up, but really, there's only one thing I really have to say: A lovely story of Love infused with magical realism, one that I believe is pretty much the one that Sarah set out to write.

Instead, I'm going to refer to a passage about Bay and Josh and provide my own personal experience that relates to it.

"The first time I saw him, really saw him, was the first day of school, and I knew I belonged with him."

This is a teenager speaking. My experience took place when I was almost thirty years older. I'd begun working at an e-learning company in England. It was a three-floored Edwardian building overlooking the seafront. I spent my days in the attic with 9 co-workers.

One day, not long after I arrived there, I saw 'her'. And in that moment, my heart raced even as my breath was stoppered. And the words that I instantly heard in my head were 'I want to put babies in your belly.' I felt transported, just gazing at her. As luck would have it, shortly thereafter, we ended up on the same project. She visited me in the attic one time to go over the material, the scripts for the video presentations. She was my supervisor, the Lead Designer on the project. She sat beside me and to this day, I can still feel what I felt then: infused with Love. (I still have her hand-written notes.)

As I've stated elsewhere in a review, it was a world-class case of unrequited Love. Worse, there was a part of me screaming inside that something had gone wrong, someone had distorted the timeline, changed the story... That was a dozen years ago. But I still believe that on another timeline, we ended up together.

I'm relating all this because in reading 'First Frost', I was reminded of everything I'd experienced courtesy of Heidi. So my thanks go out to Sarah.

P.S. I wrote my own letter to 'her'; I'm sure that Bay would appreciate it. I bring it up on my computer every once in a while when I need to fee both joy and sadness at the same time. Love'll do that to you...

by Alissa York
Edition: Paperback
Prix : CDN$ 19.95
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Two novellas in one..., Feb. 20 2015
This review is from: Mercy (Paperback)
...the combination falling short of a good novel.

This is not your usual novel. It's a solid representation of the 'CanLit' genre. Regardless of whether it rambles, or is confusing, it's a solid effort by a gifted writer. It's not for everyone. And it's not the best story ever told. There were times when I wished that the author had approached things in a more 'commercial fiction' way, but each time I'd remind myself that 'Mercy' was never intended to be a tale told that way.

Yes, there were aspects of the story that were never resolved. Yes, I'm still not sure how everything is tied to gather, that the characters and their plots were clearly mapped out. But I sensed that 'Mercy' was told pretty much exactly the way Ms York had intended, and for this reason alone, I salute her.

As a footnote, there were lovely bits and pieces presented quite regularly that had me smiling at their execution as much as I was frowning because she'd said something that I, as a writer, wished I'd said myself, and would be forever be incapable of expressing as nicely in my own way.

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