We live in a time when civility and charm seem difficult to find and tempers are on a short fuse. Even a trip to the grocery store can seem like negotiating a mine field of human hostility. People disconnect from fellow shoppers and single-mindedly rush to get items crossed off their errand list. All they long for is to get home to their personal sanctuary. In times like these, Amor Towles is just the antidote required to inspire introspection and self-evaluation. Perhaps he will even help us change the way we relate to the world. A Gentleman in Moscow, although just a fiction story, makes a point that could transform us all.
Our gentleman in Moscow, Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov, recipient of the Order of Saint Andrew, Member of the Jockey Club, Master of the Hunt, is 33 years old when we first meet him in 1922. He is a man caught between two ages in Russian history so disparate as to induce whiplash. He is an aristocrat who returns, to his peril, to Russia from Paris in 1918, which if you know your history, is just after the Russian Revolution when Russian society gets turned over like a compost pile. What was on the bottom is now on the top and what was on the top is now, for the most part, either dead or in Siberia.
But Count Rostov is such a benign style of aristocrat that he manages to wend his way through the anger and revolutionary righteousness of the new Communist state, not completely unscathed, but as a permanent resident of a luxurious Russian hotel right near the center of Moscow. Rostov has never held a job, has never been a worker, but he is trained by his former lifestyle to have skills that are quite useful to have. He is a great judge of human interaction and he knows how to arrange people at a state dinner or in a well-run restaurant so that any strife is defused and affairs run smoothly. Besides this talent he is charming and amenable and flexible in the face of change. His good nature is adaptable but he is not a chameleon; he is always himself.
Count Rostov’s punishment for coming back to Russia at exactly the wrong time is that he is imprisoned in the lovely Metropole Hotel where he has been living for four years. When asked by the tribunal why he came back he says he missed the climate and they all shake their heads in understanding. He has to give up a large suite of rooms with excellent views that he has been occupying and move into servant’s quarters in the attic. If you think that once sentence has been passed this tale will turn gloomy and scary then you have not yet met our Alexander. He’s in a hotel. Things happen. You may find that you have to “suspend your disbelief” a bit but it will be well worth it.
Amor Towles, author of Rules of Civility writes like times that are past and gone, like one who is on earth to remind us of slower times when people were kinder and more (heaven forbid) socially correct. It was a balm to my spirit to read A Gentleman in Moscow at this particularly pugilistic moment in the history of our nation.
I have read so many novels that are also historical. People love to trace things back in time to see their beginnings, their causes and effects, and to feel some continuity in a constantly changing world. Americans of European descent can mine a rich trove of historical literature that speaks to them.
However, for Americans of African descent the pickin’s are a bit slimmer. We have books that happen in Africa and books that describe various aspects of the fraught history of Africans as slaves and later as citizens of America. There are only a few novels that connect the two, Roots by Alex Haley being the best known of these. In this case, in Yaa Gyasi’s book Homegoing, we get to follow an African family line through a pair of necklaces which have been owned by two sisters with disparate fates.
I don’t believe that white readers are able to experience this novel in as intimate and familiar a way as would an African American reader. Clearly we understand the words, get interested in the characters and wince at the injustice of the struggles, and perhaps even accept blame for the actions of our forebears. We may connect at some level with the idea of being sold into slavery by our own or neighboring people because the appearance of Europeans in Africa was somewhat comparable to what it might be like for aliens to appear in our home town. We can see, in hindsight, what the European drive to colonize did to Western coastal groups in Africa (Ivory Coast, Ghana). Still it is difficult to feel the imprisonment, the terrifying oceanic transport, the slavery, the aftermath of contempt that accompanied freedom. It is, I think, not as visceral an experience to read this book as a European transplant as it is for an African transplant. However, even if the experience is felt at a slight remove by some readers it is still a book well worth reading.
In these days when a white nationalist like Richard Spencer, President of a group called The National Policy Institute (gasp) says things like “As Europeans we are uniquely at the center of world history” and calls white folks, incomprehensibly, the “children of the sun” is cropping up on mainstream news we must insist that people are not ranked in any order – not from brightest to dimmest – not from most deserving to least deserving – not on a scale from best to worst – based on the color of their skin or the continent of their origin. In fact, since slaves were not allowed to read or write and families were often callously separated it seems more accurate to blame any perceived differences between white folks and black folks on the whole experience of slavery than on membership in an ethnic group.
As you can see Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi is a book that inspires lots of internal thought and dialogue about cultures and histories and guilt and pain. And this book ends with hope. It ends with an offspring of two African sisters in a library at Stanford University researching her heritage in order to give the world this important book.
I’m still reading but I am going through a slow phase with too much happening to allow for much peaceful book time. But I will still keep making myself (and you) a book list each month because winter is coming and curling up in a chair and reading are favorite winter activities of mine. I have compiled a list that includes four sources: Amazon, Independent Booksellers, Publishers Weekly, and the New York Times. Each of these sources makes its list a bit differently, with Independent Booksellers being the most different (they do not base their list on what is being published, they base it on what their readers are buying).
AMAZON
Moonglow: A Novel by Michael Chabon
Saving Time by Zadie Smith
The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon
You Will Not Have My Hate by Antoine Lewis
Walk Through Walls: A Memoir by Marina Abramovic
The Earth is Weeping: The Epic Story of the Indian Wars for the American West by Peter Cozzens
Night School by Lee Child (Jack Reacher)
Bear: The Life and Times of Augustus Owsley Stanley III (member of the Grateful Dead) (Bio) by Robert Greenfield
Victoria: A Novel of a Young Queen by Daisy Goodwin
The Education of Dixie Dupree by Donna Everhart
Literature and Fiction
Valiant Gentlemen: A Novel by Sabina Murray
Judas by Amos Oz and translated by Nicholas de Lange
The Terranauts: A Novel by T. C. Boyle
Moonglow by Michael Chabon
Faithful: A Novel by Alice Hoffman
Swing Time by Zadie Smith
Orphan of the Carnival: A Novel by Carol Birch
The Survivor’s Guide to Family Happiness by Maddie Dawson
Victoria: A Novel of a Young Queen by Daisy Goodwin
The Spy: A Novel by Paulo Coelho
The Education of Dixie Dupree by Donna Everhart
Mystery and Thriller
Night Watch by Iris Johansen, Roy Johansen
Conclave: A Novel by Robert Harris
The Chemist by Stephanie Meyer
The Whistler by John Grisham
The Wrong Side of Goodbye by Michael Connelly
Night School (Jack Reacher) by Lee Child
Moral Defense (Samantha Brinkman) by Marcia Clark
Livia Lone by Barry Eisler
INDEPENDENT BOOKSELLERS
The Sellout by Paul Beatty
The Whistler by John Grisham
Commonwealth by Ann Patchett
Today Will be Different by Maria Semple
The Trespasser by Tana French
The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
Order to Kill by Vince Flynn
Razor Girl by Carl Hiaasen
Nutshell by Ian McEwan
The Mothers by Brit Bennett
Mister Monkey by Francine Prose
Here I Am by Jonathan Safran Foer
Home by Harlan Coben
The Rain in Portugal by Billy Collins
News of the World by Paulette Jiles
The Girl from Venice by Martin Cruz Smith
The Terranauts by T. C. Boyle
The Wonder by Emma Donoghue
The Nix by Nathan Hill
Precious and Grace by Alexander McCall Smith
Winter Storms by Elin Hilderbrand
Escape Clause by John Sanford
Float by Anne Carson
A Gambler’s Anatomy by Jonathan Lethem
The Blood Mirror by Brent Weeks
Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson
The Obsidian Chamber by Douglas Preston
By Gaslight by Steven Price
Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien
Envelope Poems by Emily Dickinson
Felicity by Mary Oliver
The German Girl by Armando Lucas Correa
Dark Matter by Blake Crouch
Before, the Fall by Noah Hawley
NEW YORK TIMES
A Gambler’s Anatomy by Jonathan Lethem
The Guineveres by Sarah Domet
Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult
Shelter in Place by Alexander Mahsik
Jerusalem by Alan Moore
Crime
IQ by Joe Ide
The Trespasser by Tana French
No Echo by Anne Holt
Female Protagonists
The City Baker’s Guide to Country Living by Louise Miller
All the Time in the World by Caroline Angell
Nine Women, One Dress by Jane L. Rosen
The Hating Game by Sally Thorne
Mister Monkey by Francine Prose
The Red Car by Marcy Dermansky
The Chosen Ones by Steve Sem-Sandburg
Bridget Jones’s Baby by Helen Fielding
Nine Island by Jane Alison
The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear McBride
Napoleon’s Last Island by Thomas Keneally
The Graveyard Apartment by Mariko Koike
Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood (The Tempest)
Night School (Jack Reacher) by Lee Child
The Long Room by Francesca Kay
The Fall Guy by James Lasdun
The Girl from Venice by Martin Cruz Smith
The Vanishing Year by Kate Moretti
Livia Lone by Barry Eisler
Frantumaglia: A Writer’s Journey by Elena Ferrante (NF)
The Mothers by Burt Bennett
The Whistler by John Grisham
The Mortifications by Derek Palacio
Serious Sweet by A. L. Kennedy
The Blind Astronomer’s Daughter by Joh Pipkin
The Wrong Side of Goodbye by Michael Connelly
Black Widow by Christopher Brookmyre
Precious and Grace by Alexander McCall Smith
PUBLISHER’S WEEKLY
Under the Midnight Sun by Keigo Higashino
The Man Who Wanted to Know Everything by D. A. Mishani
These are the Names by Tommy Wieringa
Walk Through Walls: A Memoir by Marina Abramovic (NF)
New York Times Book Review – Every Sunday the NYT’s reviewers write about the newest books on the market. Here are most of the titles discussed in August, 2016, more fiction than nonfiction.
How Everything Became War and the Military Became Everything by Rosa Brooks (NF)
I’m Supposed to Protect You From All This by Nadja Spiegelman (Memoir)
Welcome to the Goddamn Ice Cube by Blair Braverman (NF)
Bright, Precious Days by Jay McInerney
Break in Case of Emergency by Jessica Winters
Conrad and Eleanor by Jane Rodgers
Listen to Me by Hannah Pittard
Leaving Lucy Pear by Anna Solomon
Hot Milk by Deborah Levy
The Unseen World by Liz Moore
This Must Be the Place by Maggie O’Farrell
The Inseparables by Stuart Nadler
Southern Fiction
A Thousand Miles From Nowhere by John Gregory Brown
Nitro Mountain by Lee Clay Johnson
The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead (Oprah’s Book Club)
We Could Be Beautiful by Swan Huntley
Cousin Joseph by Jules Feiffer (Graphic Novel)
Love, Sex and Other Foreign Policy Goals by Jesse Armstrong
Max Gate by Damien Wilkins
Chance Developments by Alexander McCall Smith
Paradise Lodge by Nina Stibbe
Still Here by Lara Vapnyar
Dr, Knox by Peter Spiegelman
Security by Gina Wohlsdorf
God, Realigned: The Era of Reformation by Michael Massing (NF)
American Heiress by Jeffrey Toobin (NF)
The Couple Next Door by Harlan Coben
Surrender, New York by Caleb Carr “addictive crime procedural”
War and Turpentine by Stefan Hertmans
Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson
The Senility of Vladimir P by Michael Honig
Losing It by Emma Rathbone
Harmony by Carolyn Parkhurst
Powerhouse by James Andrew Miller (NF)
I Contain Multitudes by Ed Yong (NF)
Scream by Tama Janowitz (NF)
Modernity and Its Discontents by Steven B. Smith (NF)
Against Everything by Mark Greif (NF)
Necessary Trouble by Sarah Jaffe (NF)
The Great Suppression by Zachery Roth(NF)
From Humans of New York to Obama’s Office: How a Principal Built a School by Nadia Lopez
Crime Fiction
Rise the Dark by Michael Koryta
Still Mine by Amy Stuart
Nothing Short of Dying by Erik Storey
The Wages of Desire by Stephen Kelly
From French
One Hundred Twenty-One Days by Michèle Audin
Constellation by Adrien Bosc
Abahn Sabana David by Marguerite Duras
Mon Ami Amèricaine by Michèle Halberstadt
Publisher’s Weekly – Book List
The Senility of Vladimir P by Michael Honig
To the Bright Edge of the World by Eowyn Ivey
The Chosen Ones by Steve Sem-Sandberg
American Heiress: The Wild Saga of The Kidnapping, Crimes and Trial of Patty Hearst by Jeffrey Toobin (NF)
Still Here by Lara Vapnyar
Patient H.M.: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets by Luke Dittrich (NF)
The Wages of Desire: An Inspector Lamb Mystery by Stephen Kelly
Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson
All at Sea: A Memoir by Decca Aitkenhead
The Golden Age by Joan London
A Quiet Place by Seicho Matsumoto
Riverine: A Memoir From Anywhere But Here by Angela Palm (Memoir)
Damaged by Lisa Scottoline
The Dollhouse by Fiona Davis
Zama by Antonio Di Benedetto
The One Man by Andrew Gross
Company Confessions: Secrets, Memoirs, and the CIA by Christopher Moran (NF)
Moo by Sharon Creech
The Black Prince of Florence: The Spectacular Life and Treacherous World of Alessandro di Medici by Catherine Fletcher (NF)
A Shocking Assassination by Cora Harrison
The Nix: A Novel by Nathan Hill
IRL by Tommy Pico
Blood in the Water: the Attica Uprising of 1971 and Its Legacy by Heather Ann Thompson (NF)
Independent Booksellers – Book List
Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur
The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty
Heroes of the Frontier by Dave Eggers
Three Sisters, Three Queens by Philippa Gregory
The Last Days of Nights by Graham Moore
A Banquet of Consequences by Elizabeth George
First Comes Love by Emily Griffin
Bright, Precious Days by Jay McInerney
Harmony by Carolyn Parkhurst
The Hamilton Affair by Elizabeth Cobbs Hoffman
The Muse by Jessie Burton
The Singles Game by Lauren Weisberger
You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott
To the Bright Edge of the World by Eowyn Ivey
The Book That Matters Most by Ann Hood
Amazon
Best Books for August
Another Brooklyn: A Novel by Jacqueline Woodson
Behold the Dreamers: A Novel by Imbolo Mbue
I’m Supposed to Protect You From All This by Nadja Spiegelman (Memoir)
Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty
Harmony by Carolyn Parkhurst
The Bright Edge of the World: A Novel by Eowyn Ivey
The Last Days Night: A Novel by Graham Moore
Good as Gone by Amy Gentry
Christodora: A Novel by Timothy Murphy
American Heiress: The Wild Saga of the Kidnapping, Crimes and Trial of Patty Hearst by Jeffrey Toobin
Literature and Fiction
Behold the Dreamers by Imbolo Mbue
Heroes of the Frontier by Dave Eggers
The Bright Edge of the World: A Novel by Eowyn Ivey
Bright, Precious Days: A Novel by Jay McInerney
Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty
I Will Send Rain: A Novel by Rae Meadows
Another Brooklyn: A Novel by Jacqueline Woodson
Christodora: A Novel by Timothy Murphy
Carousel Court: A Novel by Joe McGinniss Jr.
Harmony by Carolyn Parkhurst
The Gentleman: A Novel by Forrest Leo
The Dollhouse: A Novel by Fiona Davis
Three Sisters, Three Queens by Philippa Gregory
Mysteries and Thriller
A Time of Torment by John Connolly (Charlie Parker)
In the Barren Ground by Loreth Anne White
Damaged by Lisa Scottoline
The Couple Next Door: A Novel by Shari Lapena
Surrender, New York: A Novel by Caleb Carr
Behind Closed Doors by B. A. Paris
The Dollhouse by Fiona Davis
Insidious (an FBI thriller) by Catherine Coulter
The Last Days of Night: A Novel by Graham Moore
Good as Gone by Amy Gentry
Science Fiction and Fantasy
The Hike: A Novel by Drew Magary
The Obelisk Gate (The Broken Earth) by N K Jemisin
The Last Days of New Paris by Chine Mièville
Blood of the Earth (A Soulwood Novel) by Faith Hunter
Ben H. Winters captured my heart and broke it when he wrote The Last Policeman trilogy. I’m not sure how he did that but in my review of World of Trouble I put it down to the magic of good writing. Mr. Winters writes science-fiction with an apocalyptic edge. His newest offering, Underground Airlines, is in the same vein. One of the best reasons to write science fiction is that it allows you to include lots of social commentary without being pedantic. Instead you get to exercise your most flighty imaginings and then ground them in our present day human dilemmas.
Winters imagines that America never actually fought the Civil War to free the slaves. He proposes a parallel America where a compromise ended the war before it began. In this compromise, four US states were allowed to keep their slaves and to continue to use them in a variety of industries. These industries conduct their business in secure compounds surrounded with electrified fences and guards and security cameras. In the North, above and around these four Southern states, there are many free black folks, who are not as free as you would like them to be (sound familiar?). Since Northern officials assume that any one of them could be a runaway from a Southern business plantation they are subject to random stops. Their paperwork must be in order and with them at all times. Many free folks live in the poorest parts of the largest cities in areas that are all known by the same name, Freedman Towns. In these days many years after the compromise was made law the only thriving economies are the Four Slave States.
Jim Dirkson (not his real name), a black man who was once a slave, has been caught and turned into a bounty hunter. A chip implanted by the US Marshals insures that he can be forced to catch runaway slaves and return them to the “plantations” that own them. He has learned to appreciate the small pleasures that come with his very limited freedom and to tuck away the nagging of his conscience, which makes sense considering that he has no choice at all about what he must do. He is in Indianapolis on an ordinary case to catch a runaway named Jackdaw. However, on closer examination of Jackdaw’s file the case appears to be anything but ordinary. Martha, a young white woman with a mixed race child has her own reasons for joining Jim to solve the mystery of Jackdaw.
This may be a parallel America experiencing a divergent future; the fact is, though, that this slave-holding America, sadly, has much in common with our version of America which has supposedly chosen to abolish slavery and in which all men (and women) should be equal. We know that we have doled out freedom to Americans of African Descent quite grudgingly. Winters hits us with an alternate reality that (almost) might as well be our actual reality. Will any amount of excoriation and guilt teach us to look for ways to tackle the issues in our inner cities that function as race and poverty traps? Will we finally find ways to get people the things they need to live productive lives which promise a comfortable future? You won’t find the answer in Underground Airlines, but you will find that an exaggeration of our actual social conditions might get you thinking.
What was different about the escape of Jackdaw? Why was his folder so different from the others that Jim had been assigned? Where is Jackdaw now? What are the Southern States up to now? Ben H. Winters doesn’t forget to pursue his case once again, just as his Last Policeman did not give up even in the face of apocalypse. This novel did not quite break my heart the way the trilogy did, although eventually the fictional outcome could possibly be just as awful. Perhaps it is because the conditions in the America we already occupy have done the deed already. Still, I must say that I really connect with the stories that Mr. Winters has to tell.
Literature right now is looking at families and, just lately a surprising number of these families live in New York City. Perhaps it is because diversity has long been tolerated by sophisticated New Yorkers. Perhaps it is the desire, held in abeyance by many of us, to live in New York City for at least a while. Maybe it is because, somehow, raising a family in New York City, seems both better than raising a family elsewhere because of the pace of the city and all the cultural options that families can sample, and more problematic because it denies children more bucolic pleasures. Unless you have money it is probably quite difficult to raise a family in this particular American city. However, when you are the author of a book your fictional family can be as rich as you like and thus the whole NYC fantasy can play out. Despite the stimulating and expensive surroundings it is still possible to make points about modern life that resonate universally, so an author can have their cake and eat it too.
Modern Lovers by Emma Straub is just such a novel. We meet three people who met each other in college. They were in a band together and were quite popular at local college parties and bars. They wore gothic attire and managed to sound better than they actually were. A fourth band member, Lydia, who became very famous, died in an OD at the age of 27. Two band members, Elizabeth and Andrew married. Elizabeth is a real estate agent, Andrew, who inherited money, is a man who drifts from interest to interest. They have a son Harry, who is studying for his SAT’s. Zoe, the other band member, apparently so beautiful and lively that people are always falling in love with her, is married to Jane, a chef with her own successful restaurant. They all once shared a house in the Ditmas Park section of Brooklyn. Zoe and Jane have a daughter, Ruby, also preparing for her SAT’s. The college band is being resurrected in memory as a result of a decision that must be made.
This is a slice of life novel, although not in a strict sense since we do hear the backstory. Each couple is at a point of crisis in their relationship. Each couple must decide whether to remain together or to separate. Harry and Rudy, ditching their SAT Prep course also have things to work out both together and separately. Does it make any difference that one couple is made up of a man and woman and the other couple is made up of two women? That’s what is refreshing about this novel. We see two marriages and two families, but the difficulties and challenges each couple faces could occur in any relationship. This is lighter than you would think based on the subject matter, perhaps even a bit superficial, and perhaps the ending is a bit abrupt with too little detail about the outcomes for each character, but this is still an enjoyable book with engaging characters.
When I checked out what books were being published this summer I came across this novel, Sarong Party Girls by Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan. I wasn’t sure if it would be worth reading or not but the description said that the author had written in Singlish, a dialect of English used in Singapore and that this was a dialect that in no way would affect my ability to read and understand this story. I am a language and word lover so that was all I needed to get me to give the book a try. I was afraid it would be some fluffy chick lit, but like the chick lit I have read, it contains deeper thoughts and redeeming qualities.
On the surface the narrator, Jazeline (Jazzy) and her friends, Imo, Fann and Sher seem quite superficial. They have been girls, like many girls in America, who go to work all week and then head out clubbing on the weekends. They are modern girls so they drink a lot, dance a lot, and they sleep around a bit. The dialect they speak in uses many references we think of as sexual and this fact alone means that this book will not suit all readers. In truth, there is no subtlety to be found in the Singapore bar scene that the Sarong Party Girls move in, which caters to every taste that men, if allowed, will indulge in, so I caution you again not to read this novel if you don’t want to learn about their world.
The story line reminds me, however, of an old American movie with the title How to Marry a Millionaire except these girls are already sexually active and they want to marry white guys (ang mohs). Still, like the women in the movie, it is easy to like Jazeline, and to wish her well despite the rather materialistic project she is currently pursuing. Every once in a while Jazzy shows some real insight into certain realities about the treatment of women in modern Singapore (and elsewhere) by men, especially obvious if you go clubbing every weekend in a bar scene where wealthy men like to keep an entourage of young pretty women around them while they party.
The author, Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan, manages to stay in dialect, using the hip cadences of Singlish almost all of the time. The dialect thins out a bit when Jazzy/Cheryl shares with us her insights into things she is starting to be critical of in relation to the male-female dynamic as she begins to think about finding a partner for life, rather than just living to enjoy the weekends. She is getting too old for the clubs and she is feeling pressured to find her ang moh right now.
Here’s Jazzy/Cheryl in almost full Singlish mode:
“Aiyoh—mabuk already?” Charlie said, blinking at us one time while she pulled out her cigs from her handbag and threw them on the table. This woman was really damn action! Her eyes are quite big and pretty, so she knows that when she acts drama a bit with them, men confirm will steam when they see it. Some more she always outlines her eyes with thick thick black black pencil, so it makes them look bigger and darker, a bit like those chio Bollywood actresses. This type of move – yes is quite obvious drama, but that night, I thought to myself, Jazzy, better take notes. If you can pull this off well, it can be quite useful.”
Here’s Jazzy/Cheryl losing some Singlish as she makes a deeper point:
“The truth is, even if I felt like I could speak honestly, I didn’t know how to explain everything – or anything, really. How to tell him about a society where girls grow up watching their fathers have mistresses and second families on the side? Or one in which you find out one day that it is your mother who is the concubine and that you are the second family? A society that makes you say, when you are twelve or seventeen, ‘No matter what, when I grow up, I am never going to be the woman that tolerates that!’ But then you actually grow up and you look around, and the men who are all around you, the boys you grew up with, no matter how sweet or kind or promising they were, that somehow they have turned into men that all our fathers were and still are.”
I enjoyed this novel even more than I thought I would because it is even more like that old movie How to Marry a Millionaire than you might think. Movies of that classic film era generally contained a message, a practical moral message that passed on some wisdom from the elders in a form that was palatable to a younger generation. I did not really expect to find this in Sarong Party Girls, but it is there, along with a lot of shocking descriptions of what “fun” is like in Singapore, and it made the book worth more. It made it as Jazzy would say, quite shiok — and it is quite feminist also, without leaving men out.
Alexander McCall Smith has been writing The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series of books for more than a decade and I love them all. These stores remind me that there is still sweetness in this chaotic and sometimes wicked world of ours. Mma Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi Radiphuti rarely have dangerous crimes to untangle. They are often called upon to clear up domestic difficulties, misunderstandings, or familial treacheries. Mma Ramotswe and her cohort (although somewhat eccentric) generally solve these delicate situations and sometimes set other things straight along the way.
In this current novel, The Woman Who Walked in Sunshine, Mma Makutsi forces Mma Ramotswe to take a vacation. When a case comes in and when it seems to have been placed in the lap of the perhaps-too-softhearted part-time pinch hitter Rra Polopetsi, Mma Ramotswe almost puts her friendship with Mma Makutsi in jeopardy. She proves that she is not good at vacationing. But her vacation gives her time to think some very good thoughts that remind her about her blessings:
“She gazed at her husband, Being loved and admired by a man like that – and she knew this man, this mechanic, this fixer of machines with their broken hearts, did indeed love and admire her – was like walking in sunshine; it gave the same feeling of warmth and pleasure to bask in the love of one who has promised it, publicly at a wedding ceremony, and who is constant in his promise that such love will be given for the rest of his days. What more could any woman ask? None of us, she thought, not one single one of us, could ask for anything more than that.”
Perhaps we don’t all agree with this sentiment and we might be inclined to want this and still want more, however, the emotion of this expression of marital love gives us hope that goodness will win out over evil and that we still inhabit a moral universe.
Even though this is the sixteenth novel in the series I don’t think I will ever tire of visiting my fictional friends in Gaborone, Botswana.
While it is fun to imagine writing a modern version of The Taming of the Shrew, there are some cultural differences between the 21st century and the 18th century that offer challenges to an author that may be insurmountable. Not the least is Shakespeare’s title. The actual word, shrew, must have been invented by men. Even Shakespeare’s female contemporaries when speaking among themselves most likely expressed anger at the term or, possibly a tolerant sort of humor (rolled eyeballs) provided the males in their lives were not actually abusive. In our times men in Western cultures who call women shrews had better be ready for some serious pushback.
We see the humor in the situation though – a woman with a sharp tongue is softened by love for a man who uses his wits to defuse her opposition and we believe he will offer her the respect and affection she needs to take off her armor. Since even someone who seems like a scold deserves love, a happy ending is satisfying and offers hope. Kate, however, is not quite enough of a scold in Vinegar Girl by Anne Tyler to have the same impact as Shakespeare’s Kate.
Anne Tyler may have had the idea to do this modern novel based on Shakespeare’s play in the back of her mind for many years. It is not a bad read, but not, I think, as strong as most of Tyler’s other novels. It lacks detail and it is not as witty as the acid give and take of the original. The novel seems more like a writer’s outline than a fully fleshed out offering. In this case Vinegar Girl, although interesting conceptually is a bit lacking in the execution. Of course Shakespeare is formidable writer to take on. If you don’t make your expectations impossibly high, you will enjoy the story. Anne Tyler still has skills that have been polished by a long career as a bestselling author.