Shanghai Girls by Lisa See

Tuesday, February 02, 2010 Posted In , , , , , , , Edit This 0 Comments »
Pan-Asian fiction is certainly a genre of choice for me, with China being a recent favorite for setting. And yet, I haven't read any Lisa See. I know. I know. It's just that for the longest time, Snow Flower had this gigantor waiting list and then I kept forgetting to check it out and then...

Shanghai Girls fell in to my lap.

And now I've been told, "Yeah. You should probably read Snow Flower or Peony. Those are lots better." I'm crossing my fingers, because I really didn't connect with Shanghai Girls at all.

The characters felt very distant and unapproachable to me, which was the main problem. The plot itself was quite skillfully executed.

The novel starts in Shanghai where Pearl and her younger sister May are fashionable "beautiful girls" -- calendar models living something of a glamorous life. Some of my first disconnects with the narrator character (Pearl) occur here, not for her blindness to the impoverished reality around her, but for her sheer indifference to it. I'm not disputing that there are people who view the world around them with indifference, I'm just observing that 1) It does make it harder to connect to a character, and 2) It doesn't really mesh with the Pearl we later come to know.

Violence invades the lives of Pearl, May, and their parents, and the former "beautiful girls" are forced to flee to America, to husbands they barely know and surely don't love, with a very big secret in tow.

During the American part of the book, there were some great scenes set in the immigration office. There were also a lot of informative and interesting pieces about Chinatown and even Hollywood -- sadly, the emotional disconnect rears its head again. Now, the characters begin to act inconsistently, behaving as is most convenient for See's dramatic storyline.The can bee seen most notably in the character of the father-in-law who, completely inexplicably, becomes an entirely different person toward the end of the novel.

The novel culminates in a dramatic and well-conceived argument between May and Pearl wherein all the family skeletons are dug out of the closet. Ultimately, this fight really teases out the perception versus reality theme that the novel had been dancing around for some time. Well done!

However, the power of this moment is somewhat diminished by the novel's rushed non-ending. I've seen others complain about this as well. I don't mind those sort of "the end is a beginning" types of conclusions as a rule, but this one leaves way more questions than answers. It feels drastically unfinished.

All in all, Shanghai Girls is a rather slim novel for the breadth of its subject matter. See's writing is good, but perhaps she could have explored her subjects better and done true justice to her interesting plot-work, had she given herself more space to work in.

Liar by by Justine Larbalestier

Monday, December 28, 2009 Posted In , , , , , Edit This 1 Comment »
(Cross posted from Children's Books Too Cool For School)

I'd like to tell you the truth about how I felt after reading Justine Larbalestier's dynamic new novel, Liar. But the truth is, I can't.

I'm still reeling from this fast-paced mystery that is quickly garnering fame for having the most unreliable narrator on the planet.

Liar is told from the point of view of Micah, a seventeen year-old compulsive liar with a dead (mabye... sort of) boyfriend. Besides the dead guy, there are other mysteries in Micah life, like why does her extended family live like pioneer folks, why does she have such a deep dislike for her brother, and what, oh what, is the "family illness"? (One is tempted to think it is compulsive lying, but in any case...)

The story's pace is lightening fast, almost hard to keep up with -- there are so many twists and turns as Micah keeps revising what she promises is "the truth." I enjoyed this aspect of the story very much.

Yet, I had difficulty connecting with Micah herself. Not because she's an unreliable narrator (I've read, and connected with plenty of these in the past), but because there's so little I share with her. Perhaps, were I seventeen, the case may be different, but I don't think so. I'm not so senile yet that I forgotten the feeling of teenage-hood. Without being able to quantify it well, I'll have to leave it at "Micah and I didn't really connect." Maybe this is because the overwhelming impression I get from Micah isn't that she is talking to me, and trying to convince me of the truth, but more that she is trying to convince herself. I, the reader, am really irrelevant in this scenario.

As for the other characters, well, Micah isn't a very good narrator, in addition to being unreliable. That is to say that none of the rest of the people she describes have any real flesh to them. Not a keen observer of character, that Micah.

Yet, for all this, I probably would have felt better about the whole story, if it weren't for a certain moment I'm going to have to be coy about. Suffice to say that about halfway through the novel, there was a moment between three teens in a cave that I was still trying to digest when the novel started a new section and declared a "truth" that left me going, "Really? No, really?" Yes, really.

I'm not sure if it was clever... a gimmick... a clever gimmick? It was certainly interesting, and added a whole new dimension to the idea of the narrator's credibility, but, oh I can't explain it. You may have to read it for yourself, despite my less-than-glowing review. Otherwise, I'll ruing the whole story. Now *that* is the sort of thing that novel-buzz is made of, n'est-ce pas?

As for the moment in the cave: That led to a sort of dispensable bizarre subplot of dubious veracity that I didn't much enjoy. But I'm coming to discover that I'm something of a literary prude, anyway. Be forewarned that this novel is full of sexual situations, adult language, and a whole lot of violence.

The long and short of it is, my feelings about this book are about as unreliable as Micah, but what can be said for it is this -- Liar will stick with me for a long time to come.

Boys are usually reluctant to read novels with a female protagonist, but I think that they'd really enjoy this one if you can get them past that. A late YA novel for sure, say ages 15-18.

We Have a Winner (Something Missing)

Thursday, October 29, 2009 Posted In , , , Edit This 0 Comments »
Via the highly scientific method of having my husband select a number, I've picked and notified a winner of my Something Missing giveaway. Congrats to Rebecca!


Thank you all for entering and if you didn't win, I hope maybe you'll check out this awesome book from your local library or throw a few bucks Matthew Dicks's way and pick up a copy. I promise you won't be disappointed.*

*Promise may not apply to some persons. Check your personal reading tastes for details.

Putting the Best Foot Forward

Thursday, October 15, 2009 Posted In , , , , Edit This 1 Comment »
So, major, big-time, bigwig is visiting us here at the library today. So what do I do? Manage to have the loudest most raucous storytime ever. I'm still not sure if this makes me look awesome or bad.

Well, the kids liked it, anyway.

So, I am Obviously Not a Math Person

Monday, October 05, 2009 Posted In , , , Edit This 2 Comments »
And I would like to know who this teacher is who is assigning students papers on the Golden Ratio, Pi, and Fibbo-whatsit sequences.

Firstly, because this is not The DaVinci Code.

Secondly, because we don't have a whole lot of material on these things, especially at a middle school level.

But mostly because I look like an idiot when someone asks for books on Pi and I come back with baking books.

Mmmmmm... Pi.

Something Missing by Matthew Dicks

Monday, October 05, 2009 Posted In , , , , , , Edit This 11 Comments »
If there was something missing from my life before, it was this book. Har, har, har. I'm so funny. Ahem....

Sorry.

I've been raving about this book to anyone who will listen to me. Creative, engaging, funny, outrageous -- Something Missing is one of the most interesting and satisfying stories I've read for months.

So, the premise: Martin is a somewhat antisocial oddball (the blurb says OCD, but I'd say more detail-oriented and methodical than true OCD... or neurotic, maybe). He has few friends. He has no pets. He has no girlfriend. He lives alone in a house left to him by his dead mother.

Oh, and he's a thief.

But not your usual thief. Oh, sure, he makes the occasional high-dollar "acquisition" (to use his term) from what he thinks of as his "clients" (a carefully developed list of people he steals from, and studies). But mostly he sticks to a roll or two of toilet paper, a few Advil, or a little bit of laundry detergent. Things his clients never miss and that he needs to get by.

Things change for Martin, though, the day he drops a client's toothbrush in the toilet.

From there, Martin's carefully ordered, cataloged life, becomes increasingly chaotic. And, Martin realizes, increasingly worth living.

Martin is a charming literary hero, and not just for a thief either. I don't know how Dicks does it, but a character that should have been boring and offensive was outright loveable. Some may consider seeing the world through his eyes a little tedious, but I found it a detailed delight. Meanwhile, the story brims with humor and compassion.

And then, once you hit a certain point (and you will know it when you see it) you will find the book impossible to put down.

I loved this book so much, I'm going to do something I've never done before -- I'm going to give it away. I want to share this book with someone and hope they enjoy it as much as I did.

So here's the rules: I get all headachy when a contest has 8,000 ways to enter so, you know, just leave me a comment.  Feel free to blog me, follow me, whatever, but all you will receive for that is my gratitude. Leave your email, or if I can contact you some other way (blog comments, for instance), just lemme know. You've got until October 25th. US only. Sorry, but I just can't afford to ship to places far and wide. Good Luck!




Hate List by Jennifer Brown

Thursday, October 01, 2009 Posted In , , , , , , , , , Edit This 0 Comments »
Boy howdy is this book garnering some attention. Well-deserved I might add. Brown's book is in the spotlight for one simple reason -- she's decided to tackle one heck of a subject. What makes a school shooter? What are the justifications? Why does one kid barely toe the line, and what makes another step over the edge? What happens to those left behind?

Valerie Leftman is the left-behild line-toer, in our case. Several months ago, Valerie's boyfriend Nick went into a crowded area of their high school known as "The Commons," and opened fire. Valerie is the one who ultimately stops him, saving the life of one Jessica Campbell, but the media and the town have a field day when they discover that she is also the one who "inspired" him. The victims all came straight off Valerie's own "Hate List."

There are also incriminating emails bashing classmates, discussing death and suicide. And, even to Valerie, they don't look good in hindsight. She's pretty sure she didn't want those people dead, but she's also pretty sure that she did not, indeed does not, particularly like them. She's also pretty sure she's still a little in love with Nick.

This book covers a lot of tough, emotional ground and it feels very authentic. Motivations ring true to life, as does most of the storyline. It isn't comfortable, however. Not what I'd call a "good" book in the traditional sense. I was glued to the page, but more with a sense of catharsis than enjoyment.

Some parts of this book rang all too true for me, as a once-bullied outcast myslef. I once "joked" (a grim joke indeed) that if anyone had ever shot up my high school Colombine style, it would have been one of my friends. Although I don't think I ever came too close, I could have been a Valerie Leftman. Add that to the fact that I wrote (vented, really) some of my own questionable material about my classmates, and know that this story hit home.

However, a few things lacked a feel of authenticity. The story picks up as Valerie is about to re-enter her high school after the summer off. In reality, I'm not sure anyone would think this is a good idea. Sure, it makes for more interesting plot, but also for more psycological trauma for everyone involved, don't you think? Secondly, the whole thing is, well, a little emo. But I didn't expect less from a book called Hate List. It may not be my thing, but it will suit the target audience. There are other issues, but I don't want to discourage you, nor give away too much of the story. Suffice to say I wasn't completely thrilled with the ending.

But other things couldn't possibly feel more true, including Valerie's experience with pshychology. I'm glad she has a therapist she can work with, and also glad she has some negative experiences. All too often psychology is either portrayed as the easy fix-it-all method, or more like something from One Flew Over the Cucoo's Nest. Brown avoids either extreme.

Most engaing is the character of Valrie. A deep, real, complex character dealing with real life, albiet on a more exaggerated scale than most of us have to experience. I suspect this book will be a huge hit, especially with teen girls. Not a bad read for parents, either, and almost a must-read for school offcials.

Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin

Monday, September 21, 2009 Posted In , , , Edit This 0 Comments »
Publication Date: January 12, 2009

Most of us have heard the story: Alice in Wonderland, that venerated children's classic was based on a real girl. We've all heard too some variation on the claim that its writer, known to us as Lewis Carroll, but known to the "real" Alice as Charles Dodgson, was a pedophile. And few of us have dug any deeper.

But writer Melanie Benjamin, inspired by Dodgson's photographs of children (particularly his young female subjects, and a provocative photo of Alice herself heavily featured in the story), decided to peek a little deeper into the lives of Alice Liddell, and her childhood friend Mr. Dodgson. The story itself is an author's dream. There is probably an equal amount of "evidence" for the camps that maintain Dodgson was a pedophile (though most agree he never acted on these urges) and those who maintain that he was simply a man whom little girls found charming (granted, that is a hard sentence to write without it sounding not... quite right!). Dodgson's friendship with Alive Liddell is shrouded in mystery, since the pages from his diary pertaining to a crucial period are missing. All we know for sure is that they knew each other, he took some photographs of her, wrote a story featuring her name, and that when Alice was around 11, they mysteriously ceased contact. This is the stuff historical fiction is made of.

The post-Dodgson years are no less fascinating. There is Liddell's possible romance with a prince, her tragic experience with World War, and even her tour of the States as "the real Alice" in which she (really!) meets "the real Peter Pan."

Benjamin filters Lidell's life through the three major men in her fictional Alice's life. First, we meet brash, thoughtful, childhood Alice and experience her somewhat uncomfortable (from the reader's perspective, that is) relationship with Charles Dodgson. Clearly an attractive man, Dodgson captivates most of the female hearts of the household, but it appears to be Alice that holds his. Too young to quite understand why this is not socially or morally acceptable, the young Alice takes ownership of her role as the beloved of Dodgson, until it lands them both in some mysterious trouble. Meanwhile, she tries to filter and understand the rivalry she has created with her older, and cattier, sister Ina.

Alice resurfaces in the second part of the novel as the intended of one of Queen Victoria's princes -- the hemophiliac Prince Leopold. She's playing a dangerous game trying to hide her murky past, and those that could tell her lover about it. Because of this tension, the novel's center section is permeated with a delicious air of urgency and mystery. Leopold is wonderfully written, and Benjamin does an excellent job of playing with the historical record and weaving it into her story line. For instance, many think that Leopold courted not Alice, ber her younger sister, Edith. Benjamin has an excellent explanation for this "misconception."

Lastly, we see Alice as a society matron. A country lady with an estate and three very different boys. What I loved about this section was how Alice's voice has "changed" (lost much of its spunk and sparkle) but is still esentially Alice. We grow older, we give up dreams, and we settle into the humdrum of everyday life. This is the last Alice we see. The Alice that must deal with realities and not Wonderland.

While this book is more largely a work of fiction than some other works of historical fiction, the real story of Alice Liddell does provide a fiction writer's playground. For a fairly well-documented life, all the crucial details are missing, and Benjamin fills in the gaps expertly. She also inspired me to look up more information on Lewis Carroll, examples of his photography, debates on his sexuality, and read all about Alice Liddell from other sources. And that, really, is my marker for good historical fiction. The characters inspire me to read the novel, and inspire me to know more.

The Private Papers of Eastern Jewel by Maureen Lindley

Saturday, September 05, 2009 Posted In , , , , , Edit This 0 Comments »

I first "met" Eastern Jewel, who would, no doubt, prefer to be called Yoshiko Kawashima, in a fascinating novel about another fascinating Chinese/Japanese Yoshiko, The China Lover by Ian Buruma. In some ways the Eastern Jewel that appears there -- the liberated, cross-dressing spy -- isn't so different from the one that appears in this work. One yearns to know more. The few existing photographs of Eastern Jewel in her male military garb pose so many questions!

Needless to say, I was thrilled to receive a review copy of The Private Papers of Eastern Jewel. All the details I've ever been able to get my hands on about Eastern Jewel provide scant information, a mere sketch of a woman -- a historical fiction writers dream!

However, this novel simply was not my cup of tea.

All characters up to and including Eastern Jewel lack depth, their motivations mysterious. Nor does Lindley sucsessfully create that Eastern flavor that seems so elusive for many Western writers. Instead, the cultures of Japan and China are held at a distance -- the exotic (or perhaps erotic) other.

Writing about other cultures for Western audiences is all about details, details, details. Sights, sounds, smells, flavors... all those things that bring a setting to life are lacking. But there is one thing we have plenty of -- sex.

Occasionally a modified form of a striking line from L.M. Montgomery's Anne of the Island attaches itself to certain films, novels, or a myriad of other things in my mind. In the case of this novel it is, "I like historical fiction as is historical fiction, I don't like historical fiction as is historical erotica."

As erotica, it's not bad. It has a unique setting, a remarkable heroin, and Asian exoticism hasn't gone out of style. It has group sex, homosexual sex, oral sex, costume sex, and every kind of sex in between. A great deal of it is rather boundry-pushing (such as Eastern Jewels early sexual encounter with her adoptive "grandfather"), but this is pretty par for the course in erotica. The very first scene in the novel is sex, and it doesn't let up from there.

However, I'm afraid it isn't particularly good, or accurate, historical fiction. The actual details of Eastern Jewels life get lost in the miasma of sexual encounters. She's a Chinese princess turned Japanese spy known for wearing men's clothing, for goodness sakes! Perplexingly, the Eastern Jewel of this novel spends a great deal of time in dresses. The rich material of her life is often rushed through to get to the next liason. There is no doubt that she was a sexually attractive woman -- contermporary accounts refer to her as such -- nor that her name was often linked with those of many powerful men of her time. However, I have my doubts that she was quite the bed-hopper Lindley makes her out to be. She even has a stint as a prostitute.

No doubt this novel will have its audience. I just don't think this audience was me, despite my adoration for all things historical, all things China, and even Memoirs of a Geisha. I feel like the novel represents itself as something it isn't, and that risks alientaing the audience it intends to court, while failing to attract the audience that it is never going to find with a pastel cover and a "book club guide."

Question of the Day

Sunday, July 12, 2009 Edit This 0 Comments »
From a 10 year-old boy: Do you have any "Yo Mama" joke books?