Literary Fiction

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What to make of this confusing, author-indulgent, stream-of-continual-banter-and-bullshit book? Not much.

There are two stories that intersect in the most obscure ways: grief, longing for loved ones, perhaps a connection to the conspiracy beliefs of our modern day unreliable narrator? And what in the hell were we supposed to make of Lily, our bizarre and self-absorbed ghost?

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I Am Homeless If This Is Not My Home by Lorrie MooreRead More »

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A painful book for me to read — the story of a father losing his 17-year-old son. Mr. Ives – a religious and kind family man – spends the remainder of his life grieving.  He relationship with the love of his life withers, he takes no more joy is in existence, he loses faith in God.  Some 35 years after his son is murdered, he regains some of his faith through dreams, travel and forgiveness of his son’s killer.  It’s a dark, melancholy book. I worried for myself as I watched Mr. Ives grieve over the decades following the loss of his son.

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My third book by Amor Towles who is an inspiration to me.  He published his first  novel, The Rules of Civility, at 47 after spending a career in investment banking in New York. Imagine that!

This one has some dear characters: Emmett, Duchess, Billy, Wooley, Sally, and a few other incidentals thrown in.  Duchess is a borderline psychopath that I came to adore by looking at his situation through his own perspective.

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The Lincoln Highway by Amor TowlesRead More »

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A quirky book of short stories all centered around a young girl and her grandmother on a remote island in Finland.  I chose this book to see if reading another’s take on island life might help me find my own voice on my experiences on Vashon.  Mostly the stories seemed to center on the author’s childhood memories of her deceased grandmother. There were moments, but this one didn’t click with me.

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The Summer Book by Tove JanssonRead More »

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What a depressing, sad, miserable book.  I read this for the literary reviews and the focus on boxing, but wow. I had a hard time getting through this short book.  The pointless dialogue that would go on for pages between Tully and his girlfriend was grating (I suppose it was meant to be). The whole book was a misery.

Highlights

Pigeons the color of the street pecked in the gutters, flew between buildings, marched along ledges and cooed on Tully’s sill. His room was high and narrow. Smudges from oily heads darkened the wallpaper between the metal rods of his bed. His shade was tattered, his light bulb dim, and his neighbors all seemed to have lung trouble. 

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Fat City by Leonard GardnerRead More »

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An interesting way to write about the atrocities of war and the holocaust — from the perspective of Death.

We follow the story of little Liesel whose five-year-old brother dies on a train in the opening pages, only to be dumped off herself at a foster home by her poor, sick mother.  We expect mistreatment, but her foster parents are kind hearted saints who hide a Jew in their basement and suffer through the consequences of doing that.  Lots of side stories that support a message that humans in power are mostly awful, and bravery is rare and endearing, and usually punished harshly.

Death as narrator provided an omniscient narrator with an attitude and a heart.  The book ends with this haunting quote:

“I am haunted by humans.”

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The Book Thief by Markus ZusakRead More »

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I didn’t expect to enjoy this book as much as I did. This one touched me. Ove felt very real to me. Backman has a gift.

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People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had. 

She loved only abstract things like music and books and strange words. Ove was a man entirely filled with tangible things. He liked screwdrivers and oil filters. He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced. 

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A Man Called Ove by Fredrik BackmanRead More »

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Where a hardier boy would have run away from home or got in trouble with the police, I sat with my nose in a book so I wouldn’t have to think about things I didn’t like and couldn’t prevent happening.

What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory—meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby rescued from oblivion—is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end. In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw.