Literary Fiction

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt

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I enjoyed the setting of the fictional small town on Puget Sound. I liked the premise of the story. I loved the octopus. But, in the end, the author was too young/naive to be inside the head of a grief-stricken 70-year-old woman. It would have been better had she let us imagine what she felt by her actions and words alone. Some big themes were drawn in magic marker when they deserved an artist’s paintbrush.

84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff

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I read the first half of this short epistolary book as an excerpt in Stories of Books and Libraries by Jane Holloway. I bought the print edition because the library didn’t offer it and the Kindle version cost too much.Β  I read the rest of it over the course of an hour or two.Β  I suspected it couldn’t end on a bright note and I was right. I shed a few tears at the sudden ending. Such is the way of life.Β  Helene, as the crazy, run-at-the-mouth American contrasts nicely with the British reserve of Mr. Frank Doel.Β  We learn all these bizarre details about Helene’s life, but have to coax the smallest of things from Frank. The spare book without any explanatory text to accompany the letters worked perfectly.

The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin

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Sure, the plot was predictable. Yes, the genre here might be closer to chick-lit than I’m comfortable with. But, I still liked it. I liked the irritable, opinionated AJ Fikry, I liked his policeman friend, I kind of liked Amelia and Maya. Mostly, I liked the idea of an island bookstore owned by a cranky, book nerd. Oh, and all the literary references.

Spoilers follow …

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan

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I loved this short, spare novella. In 109 pages, Keegan puts you squarely in the mind and body of its protagonist, Furlong. You feel the pangs of long-ago childhood angst, the chill of an Irish cold spell, the ugliness of small town bigotry, the warmth of a coal stove, the despair over the human cruelty. The Irish dialogue felt more like music or birdsong, making me wish my own language wasn’t so ordinary and flat. I felt sad to leave Furlong’s side after so short a visit, but the tale and ending was told in just the right way, with just the right words.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

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This was a good book. I liked the characters and the storyline. The reasons Sam and Sadie found to be mad at the other were a little frustrating, but I think that’s ultimately the lesson they each needed to learn. The portrayal of grief and loss was really well done.

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

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A strange, strange book.Β  So many Russian named-characters with small bit parts. So many references to Russian literature and culture that I failed to grasp. The story of the devil coming to Moscow to … what? Save the master who wrote a true story about Pontius Pilate? I am utterly confused.Β  I’m giving this book three stars, but only because at times the story turned interesting.Β  I still have no idea what this allegory represented.

The Silentiary by Antonio Di Benedetto

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What a strange little book. The narrator is slowly driven insane by all the commercial sounds encroaching on his family home: an auto repair shop next door, a nightclub across the street, an idling bus outside his bedroom window, all told in disjointed Kafka-like stream of consciousness. Made me appreciate the relative quiet I enjoy here at home.

I’ll give this three stars for the benefit of the doubt that a deeper meaning existed but eluded me.

The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride

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A good premise perhaps weakened by too many characters and side stories. The depression era setting, poor living conditions, and the horrors of racism and cruel treatment of people with disabilities felt Dickensian. McBride held my attention by the end, but a good editor might have helped maintain it all the way through.

I Am Homeless If This Is Not My Home by Lorrie Moore

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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?

The Big Rock Candy Mountain by Wallace Stegner

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A bleak, bleak story that could have been written about my upbringing.Β  I am giving this book a five-star rating because of the writing and how perfectly Stegner captured the angst of living in the perpetual get-rich-quick ambition that plagues some people.

Parnassus on Wheels by Christopher Morley

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What a delightful little book.Β  I read this 36 years ago, so parts of it were vaguely familiar.

When you sell a man a book you don’t sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue-you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night-there’s all heaven and earth in a book, a real book I mean.Β 

Mr Ives’ Christmas by Oscar Hijuelos

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A painful book for me to read β€” 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.Β  He relationship with the love of his life withers, he takes no more joy is in existence, he loses faith in God.Β  Some 35 years after his son is murdered, he regains some of his faith through dreams, travel and forgiveness of his son’s killer.Β  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.

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

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I enjoyed this book so much more than I expected.  Perhaps it’s the grief I have been feeling that has opened up new emotional channels.  I found myself tearing up at multiple points in reading this book.  I really cared for the characters: Lily, August, May, Rosaleen, these beautiful, wise women.

The Lincoln Highway by Amor Towles

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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.

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

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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.Β  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.Β  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.

Fat City by Leonard Gardner

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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. 

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

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An interesting way to write about the atrocities of war and the holocaust β€” 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.Β  The book ends with this haunting quote:

“I am haunted by humans.”

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

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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.

Highlights

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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