Odd: Booking Through Thursday

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This week Deb asks:

What’s the oddest book you’ve ever read? Did you like it? Hate it? Did it make you think?
I’ve read plenty of odd books, some of which I’ve not liked, and some I’ve enjoyed immensely. They certainly make me think. Actually I think a lot of books I read can be classed as ‘odd’, in one way or another, but as for the oddest – that’s very hard to decide.

The People's Act of Love by James MeekOne that came to mind as an odd subject is The People’s Act of Love by James Meek. I read this before I’d started this blog and just have a brief note saying that I thought it was ‘strange’. My memory tells me it was chilling, disgusting in parts yet compelling reading in others. Anyway, I finished it, so it can’t have been that bad. There’s an enthusiastic reviewby Irvine Welsh in the Guardian 9 July 2005.

Lambs of God by Marele DayAnother one is Lambs of God by Marele Day, one I enjoyed much more than the Meek book. It’s another book I read in my pre-blog days. On the back cover it’s described as

a mesmerising novel with the power of all the best fiction – that of shining an oddly angled and penetrating light on the real world. This is the conflict of the church of the primitive saints and the church of worldliness and simony; the struggle between them is as gripping as a thriller.

I thought it was very strange, about three nuns who, for example have a Haircut Day, once a year, followed by Shearing Day for the sheep they look after. I fancy re-reading it – if only I had time!

Dracula by Bram Stoker: Book Notes

These are my thoughts and reactions on reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

I knew the story of Dracula from film and TV versions – with most notably Christopher Lee and later Louis Jourdan as Dracula, but have steered clear of reading Bram Stoker’s book until now. I didn’t really know what to expect from the book but I was interested to know how Stoker described Dracula, was it anything like the film versions? This is what he looked like when Jonathan Harker first entered Castle Dracula:

… a tall old man, clean-shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

… he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength that made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice – more like the hand of a dead man than a living man.

… His face was a strong – a very strong – aquiline, with high bridge of nose and peculiarly arched nostrils; with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily around the temples, but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over his nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor. (pages 22 – 25)

Not like the film versions I’ve seen.

Dracula is composed of letters, journal entries, newspaper articles and transcripts of phonograph diary entries, from several characters, so the story is told from several different viewpoints. Stoker used a variety of sources in telling his tale – folklore, myths and legends and historical facts, all blended together with his own inventions. It’s a very scenic novel, and I could easily imagine the locations  – most memorable are those describing Jonathan Harker’s journey and first meeting with Dracula. Dracula doesn’t eat and has no reflection in a mirror, can change his shape dramatically and grows younger, but apart from the opening chapters he remains an elusive figure.

It’s also a very sensual and melodramatic novel, full of religious references. So there is the question of life after death, the existence of the soul, the triumph of good over evil, the nature of sexuality,  fear and superstition. Vampires are at the same time appealing and repulsive. Much use is made of hypnotism and putting people into trances. I was struck by the comparison with Christianity – Dracula drinks the blood of his victims and has everlasting life as one of the Un-Dead and Christ gave his life to redeem the world. It reminded me of the Communion Service – this is my body, this is my blood.

It is too an adventure story with a final chase scene and a love story. It reflects the time in which it was written, with women seen as frail creatures unable to withstand the danger that the men confront. Mina Harker, that most resourceful woman, is left behind whilst the men seek out Dracula and plan to kill him. I was puzzled – why was she left alone with no cross and garlic flowers to protect her when the men were fully armed? The outcome was predictable.

I found the character of Renfield most interesting. He is one of Dr Seward’s most dangerous patients in the lunatic asylum, who wavers between lucid and intelligent episodes and sheer madness. His hobby is catching flies and eating them. He progresses to eating spiders and birds.

I thought it was a fascinating book, found it thought-provoking, both whilst I was reading and after. A book which certainly qualifies for the RIP Challenge.

Crime Fiction on a Europass: Italy

Kerrie’s  Crime Fiction Europass stops in Italy this week, which gives me the opportunity to write about David Hewson‘s Italian mysteries featuring Detective Nic Costa and his partner Gianni Peroni. The books in this series are:

  • A Season for the Dead (2003)
  • The Villa of Mysteries (2004)
  • The Sacred Cut (2005)
  • The Lizard’s Bite (2006)
  • The Seventh Sacrament (2007)
  • The Garden of Evil (2008) Shortlisted for Theakston’s Old Peculiar Crime Novel of the Year Award 2009.
  • Dante’s Numbers (revised edition The Dante Killings in the US) (2008)
  • The Blue Demon (City Of Fear in the US) (2009)
  • The Fallen Angel (2011)
  • Carnival for the Dead (2012)

This is a new series for me and I’ve jumped in to read the fourth book, The Lizard’s Bite, I hope I shouldn’t have read the earlier books before this one.

 

In a dilapidated glass furnace off the island of Murano the fire races out of control. Two people are dead, and for Leo Falcone, exiled to Venice, with Nic Costa and Gianni Peroni, the question is whether he’s dealing with one murderer or two.

For Costa, life in Venice is more perplexing on other fronts too. His relationship with Emily Deacon is deepening, and she is missing the law enforcement work she’s abandoned for a different, quieter career. Slowly, the sluggish world of the lagoon begins to enfold the Romans in its sinister grip, as they try to untangle the complex family ties of the tragic Arcangeli family on a private island falling into ruin. (Description copied from David Hewson’s website)

September Summed Up & October Options

September was a low month as far as number of books read goes, but not for lack of reading and certainly not low as far as enjoyment goes. I’ve listed the books I’ve finished reading and given them a rating, which I don’t usually do on this blog.  With the one exception of Portobello, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed them all – Blood Harvest standing out as excellent with 5/5. (The * indicates crime fiction).
  1. Naming the Bones by Louise Welsh 4/5
  2. Blood Harvest by S J Bolton * 5/5
  3. Portobello by Ruth Rendell* 2.5/5
  4. Taken at the Flood by Agatha Christie* 4/5
  5. The House at Seas End by Elly Griffiths* 4/5 (Kindle)
  6. A Summer Bird-Cage by Margaret Drabble 4/5

I’ve also been reading one non-fiction book, Map Addict by Mike Parker, which I’m finding brilliant in parts and not so brilliant in others – I’ve decided that I’m not really a map addict after all, even though I do love maps.

The other book that has taken up quite a lot of my reading time is a re-read of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. This was for my reading group which met in September. I haven’t finished it yet but after the discussion we had I’m keen to get back to it.

As for October, I’ve started The House on the Stairs by Barbara Vine. In addition to the books I wrote about yesterday (and in earlier posts too) I’m also keen to read some of these this month:

I think that’s enough to be going on with. In any case I often find it’s not a good idea to plan what I’m going to read as I usually find myself reading something completely different.

Sunday Book Selection

Once more, on a Sunday I’ve come to the end of one of the books I’m reading and thinking about what to read next. The book I’ve just finished is Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which I’ll write about in the next few days.

What to read next? Checking my to-be-read books, which seem to be ever growing and not decreasing I’m going to look at these:

  •  The House of Stairs by Barbara Vine – published in 1988 this is her third psychological thriller, described by the Sunday Times as a ‘masterly and hypnotic synthesis of past, present and terrifying future … both compelling and disturbing.’
  • The Parasites by Daphne du Maurier – described in the introduction by Julie Myerson as ‘a strange, ambiguous love story set in a world of dark Lutyens houses, Morny soap and brittle, fading theatrical glamour’.
  • Valley of the Shadow: a Sister Fidelma Mystery by Peter Tremayne – Celtic historical crime fiction set in the mid 7th century AD in Ireland. Fidelma is a ‘dálaigh‘ or court advocate, whose job is to gather and assess evidence to see if there is a case to be answered.

I also have a couple of review books:

  • Wherever You Go by Joan Leegant, a début novel about ‘three New Yorkers looking for personal meaning in Israel.’ Described by the TLS as ‘confident and well-observed fiction … a cautionary tale about the dangers of narrow ideology.’
  • The Arrow Chest by Robert Parry, historical fiction set in Victorian London about a painter and his model, haunted by Ann Boleyn, when her bones are discovered under the floor of a church.

I’m going to read the beginning of each to see which grabs me the most.

A Summer Bird-Cage by Margaret Drabble: a Book Review

I wrote about the beginning of Margaret Drabble’s first novel A Summer Bird-Cage last Friday. I finished reading it only four days ago and already my memory of it is fading. I really should have made notes or at least marked pages with post-it notes, because there were so many passages I wanted to remember, but I read it too quickly to pause long enough for that.

The title comes from this quotation from John Webster’s play The White Devil:

‘Tis just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.

I think  this sums up my impression of the book as a whole – it’s about dissatisfaction and not knowing what you want, about family relationships (sisterly rivalry in particular), and the nature of marriage – the cages we live within. Drabble illustrates this through her depiction of two sisters, both on the brink of changes in their lives – the younger sister Sarah, recently down from Oxford University and completely at a loss what to do with her life, and Louise, the ‘beautiful’ one, marrying for money not for love, equally floundering and mixed-up about her life.  Sarah, the narrator, can’t understand why Louise has  married the unlikeable Stephen and it soon becomes apparent that Louise is having an affair with John Connell, an actor.

The two sisters do not get on. Sarah says:

I used to laugh at her with my school-friends, to borrow her clothes without asking, and to steal her books. Once I read her diary. She would have read mine, had I kept one. In the end she taught me the art of competition, and this is what I really hold against her: I think I had as little desire to outdo others in my nature as a person can have, until she insisted on demonstrating her superiority. She taught me to want to outdo her.  And when, occasionally, I did so, her anger hurt me, but as I had won it by labour from indifference, I treasured it. And when, finally, I took over one of her men at Oxford, the game was out in the open, I thought, for the rest of our lives. (page 103)

Their mother is also dissatisfied with her life, who is not at all happy when Sarah decides she wants to live in London, sharing a flat with her friend, Gill, not liking the idea of her not having a ‘proper job’.  She admits. however, that as it’s Sarah’s own life and grudgingly says that no one can accuse her of trying to keep her at home – which, of course, she is. Sarah describes her as

… poor brave twittering Mama, pretending everything has been so lovely, ignoring the facts because they were the only ones she knew. (page 21)

Whilst not a lot as regards plot happens in this short novel, it contains many ideas, attitudes and character studies. And it’s beautifully written, such as in this passage:

It was a wonderful blue cold day, with the last yellow leaves reprieved in the terrace of plane trees by the bus stop: almost one of those aqueous and lunar days when everything is charged with its own clarity. The colours of the houses and the brick were glowing and profound, and the small children playing in the streets looked as though they were on their way to an entrancing future. (page 81)

I think I’d like to re-read it one day.

Note: the cover shown above is my own copy, a Penguin edition, reprinted in 1967, which I bought secondhand.