I am in a rut, trying to find books on Russia, St. Petersberg and such. But I can't help myself. I won't say I was disappointed in this book, but it was not all I had hoped it would be. The part that was most interesting to me was the descriptions of the different rooms in the Hermitage Museum. The book flashes back and forth between present and past. Marina, the now Alzheimer-inflicted "babushka" in the story, was a guide in the Hermitage State Museum prior to WWII. When the war breaks out and St. Petersbert (Leningrad) is under seige, she stays in the museum packing up the treasures. She and her fellow guide try to memorize each and every room, even after the treasures are gone.
As an adult living in the United States, Marina shares nothing of her past with her children, so their confusion about HER confusion was a bit convoluted for me. They didn't understand when she would go into verbal litanies that were her way to remember and return to Leningrad in 1941. I didn't buy that part of the story. You would think that her children would have pressed her in their youth to describe her past.
Anyway, I enjoyed the book and would recommend it anyone interested in art, Russia or the seige of Leningrad.
Have been keeping this blog since 2008! It's a place to keep track of what I've read.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
The Buddha in the Attic by Julie Otsuka
This is such a spartan book in terms of size (only 129 pages!) but the breadth and depth of the stories it tells are vast. While there are not any "main characters" in the book, there are many nameless but rich characters, all referred to in the plural "we." They are the Japanese women who came over from their homeland on boats to meet and marry their husbands in California.
“On the boat we could not have known that when we first saw our husbands we would have no idea who they were. That the crowd of men in knit caps and shabby black coats waiting for us down below on the dock would bear no resemblance to the handsome young men in the photographs. That the photographs we had been sent were 20 years old. . . . That when we first heard our names being called out across the water one of us would cover her eyes and turn away — I want to go home — but the rest of us would lower our heads and smooth down the skirts of our kimonos and walk down the gangplank and step out into the still warm day. This is America, we would say to ourselves, there is no need to worry. And we would be wrong.”Each section of the book deals with a different theme. The first is the expectations of these women as they meet on the boat, in dire living conditions. Other sections cover their early lives as wives of farmers, servants, farm hands, tailors, etc. Another section is about childbirth, their children, and eventually, the final sections deal with the bombing Pearl Harbor and how their lives as Japanese people are changed - their fear and expectations of being deported, and eventually being sent to the internment camps.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Last Night in Montreal by Emily St John Mandel
I was hooked immediately by the writing and storyline in this recent novel. It's about a young woman, Lilia, who has on the move for her entire life. As a child she was abducted by her father (to rescue her, we find out later, from her abusive mother, from whom he is estranged.) and then spends her childhood and adolescence traveling constantly and changing
identities. She is haunted by an
inability to remember her childhood, and she moves from
city to city, abandoning people all along the way. She is always being followed by a private investigator, who refuses to "turn her in," because he knows that she cannot be returned to her mother. When the book opens, she is with Eli, who then follows her from New York to Montreal. He meets up with Michaela, who has befriended Lilia, but won't tell Eli where she is until he reveals a truth about her that she revealed to him, swearing him to secrecy. Mandel s
characters will resonate with you long after the final page is turned. I enjoyed this very much, but it was disturbing.
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