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MY BOOK WORLD McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue. New York: St. Martin’s, 2019.
In many ways, this is a commercial romance novel, but for once, it is about two young men, not a heterosexual couple. And not two ordinary men, but one is His Royal Highness, Prince Henry of the UK, and the other is Alex, the First Son of the United States (FSOTUS)—whose mother is elected the first female president. In a way, the two men have known each other, at least by sight, since they were children. The inciting incident, as how-to-write-novels will tell, you occurs when Alex attends the royal wedding of Henry’s brother in the UK. During a tussle, the two fall into the £75,000 wedding cake. To make amends, Alex flies back to the UK for photo ops to demonstrate to the public how the two really are fine friends after all. While visiting a primary school where Prince Henry (BTW he’s gorgeous, like a young Prince William) volunteers. Alex is impressed with the prince’s sincere largesse, but when firecrackers are mistaken for gunfire, the two are shoved into a dark, cramped, custodial closet (so symbolic), where once again they argue. Sometime later, New Year’s maybe, Henry sails the Atlantic (by air) to appear at Alex’s party held at the White House. At one point, Henry feels left out and ventures onto the snow-covered lawn, and Alex eventually joins him, where Henry plants a big one on Alex’s mouth: the real inciting incident, perhaps. Alex, also a handsome physical specimen combining the best of his mother’s Anglo and his father’s Mexican heritage, is stunned but suddenly realizes he may be bisexual. All I’ve describe so far, of course, is plot, but McQuiston adeptly creates well-rounded characters whom you care for. She creates a future in which the US not only reelects the first woman president but also one in which people of all ethnic groups hold important positions in government, both in the US and in the UK. And . . . the state of Texas finally turns blue, handing the president the final thirty-eight electoral votes that send her over the finish line. It is a future many of us have held dear in our hearts for decades, and McQuiston makes it happen realistically (but with a bit of whimsy, of course). For that alone, I am most grateful. She also writes several of the most romantic yet erotic sex scenes I’ve ever read—ones that, however, do not detract from the importance of the novel. Kudos to the author, and may we hope for a sequel, in which Prince Henry and FSOTUS marry and have (or adopt) children? A bonus chapter from Henry’s POV may suggest that. We’ll have to wait and see! Coming Next: Nov. 23: HAPPY THANKSGIVING! TUES Nov. 28 : A Writer's Wit | Rita Mae Brown WEDS Nov. 29: A Writer's Wit | Peter Cameron THURS Nov. 30: A Writer's Wit | Mark Twain FRI: My Book World | Jennifer Egan, Manhattan Beach
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MY BOOK WORLD Alvarez, Julia. How the García Girls Lost Their Accents. New York: Plume, 1992 (1991).
A lovely and memorable book. In a formal sense, Alvarez tells this story in reverse chronological order: Part I portrays 1989-1972; Part II, 1970-1960; and Part III, 1960-1956. In reality, however, she may feel free to flit from this event to that so that all time periods seem of the same era. What the form accomplishes may be that the author begins her saga with when this disenfranchised family from the Dominican Republic must flee to the US, a turbulent period for her country and her family. Then we slowly work our way back in time, to end with the García family’s halcyon days just prior to the purge: a big house with servants, aunts, uncles and cousins living next door. A life they must sacrifice when they move north, where others make fun of their accents (until they expunge them from their lips, to survive). The day the Dominican police come searching for their father who has stealthily hidden in a secret compartment behind the wall of the master bathroom. Some chapters are told from the third-person, but many are shared by way of first-person through the eyes one of the four titular sisters. Each has her own voice, her own personality. The novel ends with a quiet story in which one sister invades the coal shed where she finds a mother cat and her kittens. The girl steals one of the kittens and names it Schwartz, perhaps after FAO Schwartz toy store in New York, from which the García father has brought his daughters various trinkets to play with. The cat becomes a metaphor, a nightmare the woman continues to have in adulthood: “There are still times I wake up at three o’clock in the morning and peer into the darkness. At that hour and in that loneliness, I hear her, a black furred thing lurking in the corners of my life, her magenta mouth opening, wailing over some violation that lies at the center of my art” (290). Wow, what a shouted whisper of an ending! Coming Next: TUES: A Writer's Wit | Karen Armstrong WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Georgia O'Keeffe THURS: A Writer's Wit | Chinua Achebe FRI: My Book World | Casey McQuiston, Red, White, and Royal Blue
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MY BOOK WORLDMoshfegh, Ottessa. McGlue. New York: Penguin, 2019 (2014).
A rough little book, this. And one that encapsulates a man’s short life within the span of 145 pages. But is it set in the 19th century? It would seem so: no cars, no televisions, no phones. Only horse and cart, books, bars, and whores for entertainment. Is it about sailors? Would seem to be: McGlue, a young man, is at sea much of the time, at sea with regard to his life, accused of the murder of his best mate, Johnson. Yet he can’t recall; a certain blow to his head in a brawl keeps his memories at bay, even while he awaits in prison—without drink, which he misses terribly. Does the book have a homophobic tinge to it, or is it merely a representation of a sailor’s life in the 19th century—a time in which McGlue refers to the cabin boy as a fag or fagger? Is this slim tome Moby Dick (sans the whale) compressed into a story Melville couldn’t tell or couldn’t have gotten published in his time? Yet I’m also mystified by McGlue’s use of language. At first, it seems readers have been transported into 19th-century Massachusetts, but the author can’t decide whether McGlue is an uneducated galoot or a literary scholar. At one point, he proclaims, “. . . just anything but not to have to be here, sitting, lying down with myself like this” (64). Oh, one thinks, his scant schooling has remained intact. He has conjugated correctly the verb for reclining. Fine, but McGlue is not consistent. A few pages later he says, “I just lay down, cold as it is, until Dwelly disappears” (71). As a commoner, has he backslid into conflating the verb “lie” with its cousin “lay”? Perhaps, you say, the author is portraying McGlue’s unpolished education: his battered brain retrieving the correct verb only some of the time. Okay. But what about this example? At one point, McGlue remembers to employ the subjunctive mood, signaling the hypothetical nature of a situation: “If he were here I’d throw an arm around him, pat his head and thank him” (107). Most uneducated would just say, If he was here. Several sentences down, McGlue says, “Before me was a gentlemen . . .” (107). Why does he use the plural instead of “gentleman?” Is it an antiquated linguistic quirk I’m unaware of, or is he once again attempting to be blue collar when his earlier instinct is to be more erudite? Some may wonder why I would belabor this issue, but I continue to be puzzled. Are McGlue’s inconsistencies genuinely his, or do they belong to the author? Does she have an adequate grasp of her characterization of him, of the language? If she’s unsure about McGlue’s usage, then what does it say, on the whole, about her story? Which, by the way, is terribly engrossing, a mini-dip into what an 1800s “sea shanty” might have been. Because whatever else the novella may be, it seems to delve into the love and affection two men have for one another at a time in which matie Johnson has no proper way for him to express his carnal desires for McGlue. And the conflict ends in death . . . for both. I think. Coming Next: TUES: A Writer's Wit | Jean Chatzky WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Margaret Mitchell THURS: A Writer's Wit | Ivan Turgenev FRI: My Book World | Julia Alvarez, How the García Girls Lost Their Accents
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FRI: My Book World |Ottessa Moshfegh, McGlue TUES: A Writer's Wit | Jean Chatzky WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Margaret Mitchell THURS: A Writer's Wit | Ivan Turgenev
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MY BOOK WORLD Chee, Alexander. The Queen of the Night. Boston: Houghton, 2016.
If there is any performance greater than a tour de force, I don’t know what it would be called, but this novel would surely fall under such a category. I’ve not been this stupefied by a contemporary novel for a long time. And so much to say about it! This novel begins briefly in America, and it ends softly there. Lilliet (although she deftly goes by many names, as needed) is orphaned in her teens and flees the Midwest for New York City. There she (of course) is taken advantage of by men and for a short time earns money selling herself. But she manages to secure a job with a circus (in part by lying about her abilities) sailing for Europe. Her aim: to connect with her late mother’s relatives in Lucerne, Switzerland. In Paris, however, she makes an adequate living but then because of her singular voice becomes a singer: And again a prostitute. Then a lady in waiting. Then she is trained as an opera singer by an expert. She is wooed by a prince, a famous tenor, a young composer. She backtracks at times, vacating the world of opera, because her voice (determined by experts to be a falcon, a darker-toned soprano) is fragile. Throughout, one wonders how she remains disease- and pregnancy-free, a thought that crosses her own mind: I somehow had been spared both marriage and children thus far, mostly as a condition of my class, but not entirely. I had been spared worse, as well—the clap, tuberculosis, smallpox, wasting—until now, I had given it little thought. Your health, when you have it, is invisible to you. I only thought of myself as lucky and that this was my only luck. But was I lucky? Or did I have a spiteful womb?” (336). This self-reflection occurs more than halfway through the book, and Lilliet proceeds to remain marriage- and child-free (by her own desires, in spite of being in love with the composer). It is a comfortable and fortunate condition for her, and it is the author’s way of setting her up to experience an extraordinary freedom for a woman living in the middle of 19th-century France. And it must be said that Lilliet is a true performer, not a poseur of some kind: I studied Carmen as if I were in school again. I started a new notebook, like the one I kept for each of the roles in my repertoire. I always began learning my music by copying out the lyrics by hand, and I marked the music above them. My mornings before rehearsal were spent with a pencil and the blank pages of a journal that came with me to the rehearsal, where I made notes, writing down thoughts the director and the conductor gave as well. I translated the libretto in order to understand, as much as possible, what I sang and what, if anything, might come of it” (478). Whew! And yet, Lilliet knows, as a woman, what her lot in life is: In this world, some time long ago, far past anyone’s remembering, women as a kind had done something so terrible, so awful, so fantastically cruel that they and their daughters and their daughters’ daughters were forever beyond forgiveness until the end of time” (538). This thought ties to her very last act in the novel, one I shall not divulge, for it is key to understanding Lilliet and her plight, her ultimate place on earth, as she returns to the US and once again joins the circus (her operatic voice is ruined), Barnum’s circus. She has arrived back where she began what seems a lifetime ago. Coming Next: TUES: A Writer's Wit | Katherine Patterson WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Stephen Crane THURS: A Writer's Wit | Lois McMaster Bujold FRI: My Book World | Ottessa Moshfegh, McGlue
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MY BOOK WORLD Johnson, George M. All Boys Aren’t Blue: A Memoir-Manifesto. New York: Farrar, 2020.
All I can say is I wish this young adult book had been around when I was in high school—back in the middle of the last century. Yet it is odd that this man, thirty-eight years my junior, goes through many of the traumas I do in my youth: trying to maintain two psyches, one private and one public; two lives, one inner and one outer. I most love the details of Johnson’s college life, in which he joins a fraternity (of long-distinguished African-American lineage), half of whom are also gay, and the other half are OK with his orientation. He limns a very sensitive picture of his first time with another guy, one experience as a top and one as a bottom. The descriptions are real, even erotic, but not in themselves titillating. We also are privileged to read of his loving middle-class family life in New Jersey. This book should be available by way of multiple copies in every high school in America. Sadly, we live in a time when public libraries are being besieged by book burners, I mean, book banners, who serve to remove such tomes from our students’ shelves. I plan to buy copies and make sure they’re available in my city’s public libraries—or perhaps the little free libraries that pop up in towns. Maybe we all can do our part. Coming Next: TUES: A Writer's Wit | Moss Hart WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Anne Tyler THURS: A Writer's Wit | Hillary Clinton FRI: My Book World | Alexander Chee, The Queen of the Night
FRI: My Book World | George M. Johnson, All Boys Aren't Blue
TUES: A Writer's Wit | Moss Hart WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Anne Tyler THURS: A Writer's Wit | Hillary Clinton
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THURS: A Writer's Wit | Dan Flores FRI: My Book World | George M. Johnson, All Boys Aren't Blue
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VISITING CLOUDCROFT SINCE 1972In the three years since the beginning of the pandemic, Ken and I have been out of town only once, so our recent three days in Cloudcroft, New Mexico, made for quite a milestone. A five-hour drive (as we do it) from Lubbock, Cloudcroft is a quiet village with its historic Lodge (1899) and famed golf course—perhaps the highest course (9,000 feet) in the U.S. We've been coming to this village since the 1970s, but this was the first time we stayed on a VRBO property. We quite enjoyed the privacy and solitude that a single dwelling could offer (for the same price as a motel room you'd take along the highway). Yet we could not stay away from the Lodge entirely, dining at Rebecca's restaurant each evening. Below are some photos we'd like to share—all taken and processed on iPhone 13. 1) Video: Aspens About to Turn 2) Video: Golfer and Ponies Play Through Coming Next:
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MY BOOK WORLD Kingsolver, Barbara. Demon Copperhead: A Novel. New York: HarperCollins, 2022.
At first, I feel that the lad’s name, Demon Copperhead, seems a bit contrived—perhaps trying too hard to BE David Copperfield—as Kingsolver is forthcoming about her boilerplate use of Dickens’s beloved book. But as the pages fly by, his name takes on an earned significance. Eventually Demon Copperhead will become the name of his comic book character—artist Demon has a natural talent that a sensitive teacher nurtures along the way. Kingsolver’s novel is about a twenty-first century orphan, one who loses his father before he is born and loses his mother as a child to her drug addictions. Not just any “drugs.” And it is not an easy life, as Demon proclaims. “Addiction is not for the lazy. The life has no ends of hazards, deadly ambushes lying in wait, and that’s just the drugs, not even discussing the people. If I was a fuckhead, I was one that knew how to apply himself . . . I’d only ever lived one way, by devoting myself completely” (426). Kingsolver also beats the hell out of Purdue Pharmacy in this narrative, how the corporation invades Appalachia and actually targets poor people. Aching people who are injured in mines, aching athletes (like Demon)—anybody in pain. The afflicted line up at a pill mill in their local strip mall where a real doctor prescribes real Oxycontin (for a price). Then the person may use it all or peddle it (or part of it) in the parking lot. Persons can score Fentanyl, too. The whole ball of druggy wax. Demon loses his live-in girlfriend to drugs. Demon himself gets hooked, as a star (for a short time) high school football player with a painful knee injury. Kingsolver concludes the saga with a proper Dickensian “happy ending,” at least happier than it might have been had he wound up dead, that is. The novel is a rough read, emotionally. I seldom cry when reading aloud (to my partner in the evenings), but several times, Kingsolver crept up on me, and I found the simplicity of her language and her understanding of humanity uncanny. When Demon is fostered by the coach, Demon offers, to the housekeeper, to do his own laundry, his own cooking. “She laughed and said not to be putting her out of her job. She said mine was just to be a little boy. Weird. I’d not had that job before” (224). This passage put me flat on the floor. Evocative for adults who’ve given up part or all of their childhood. If you can withstand all the bad shit that happens to mostly loveable characters (experiencing a sad story vicariously is always easier than doing it for real), the book is quite a rewarding read. Coming Next: No Posts, October 10-13 TUES Oct. 17: A Writer's Wit | Elinor Glyn WEDS Oct. 18: A Writer's Wit | Wendy Wasserstein THURS Oct. 19: A Writer's Wit | Dan Flores FRI: My Book World | George M. Johson, All Boys Aren't Blue
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