What’s Next?

I’m done writing about other people’s books and commenting on live in covid time. For now, I’m writing about my books, my work, and not my day job work writing gamized learning for a major cloud computing company.

First, I submitted two “legacy” book to the Eric Hoffman Book Awards: “The Crystal Fishbowl” and “Megabyte Rush.”

Second, I’m doing a final pass on “The Separation,” the first book in a four-part series. I’m weaving in these words:

  1. The slides: the wilies, the creeps, a feeling of crawling
  2. Ministry of Public Security (military/police force)
    • Clinker
    • Enforcer
    • Enforcement Officer
  3. Quench: depression medication, dep-meds
  4. Dian-nao: computer in Mandarin

The Separation (synopsis)

Almost three hundred years since the Dark Times of 2056, when five greedy families precipitated a worldwide stock market collapse causing mass starvation, the Project for Progeny (Pro-Prog) in the Shanghai Sphere has proved ineffective. Pro-Prog, a desperate response to the population decline, is where humans are born, raised, and mated to strengthen the diminishing gene pool. Yet few people choose to stay at eighteen to bear and raise children. Everyone else must leave. Grieving family and home, the exiled succumb to dep-med induced cancer by late middle-age.

The Separation is the tale of Frances Murphy, a forensic scientist and shaman who’s exiled from the Shanghai Sphere upon her youngest child eighteenth birthday. Her dismay turns to anger when she becomes addicted to dep-meds. Post-addiction, she searches for the answer she already knows: The Separation must end. Betrayed by her uncle, the High Council President, she sacrifices all to become the voice of the Resistance. 

The Big Launch

Sunset on the Pacific

My youngest might be writing her college essay on being raised by older/elder parents. I hope not. She’ll have say that most of her friends’ parents could be my kids—age wise, anyway. And that her step-father died when she was eleven, and her own father when she was 16. To top it off, my boyfriend is retired and I’ll soon be. I recommend more forward looking text.

In our household we talk of downsizing in the same breath of college choices and whether or not the SAT will be held this year. So, let’s reverse the subject, and focus on what it’s like to raise a child in my sixties when most of my contemporaries are celebrating grandchildren.

To start, I filed for a second adoption because I wanted a sibling for my older daughter. It was a good decision. My daughters, as different as they are, are fiercely loyal to each other and to me. It’s not all roses and sunshine. We’re just as caught up as any family in the politics of mothers and daughters and sibling rivalry. Who’s the favorite daughter, second-guessing my thoughts and actions toward the other sibling, and taking about me behind my back is all normal behavior.

So here I am, tasked with getting my youngest through the final high school year and ready for college … during a pandemic no less. Keeping me alive seems to be the priority. “For you,” she says, thinking she can do this all by herself. I’m glad she thinks so. It takes the load off.

Youth resents elders for their knowledge and experience, while elders resent the disrespect. What else is new? We’ve all been on one side of this age coin or the other.

Most of her friends’ parents are earlier up life’s road, busy with career building via contacts, seminars, and classes, and making those damn mortgage payments. They have other children and elder parents and strive to make the boss happy.

Been there, done that for more than forty years. And now, career building makes no sense.

Thanks to Covid-19, my daughter will start school remote this fall. Her essays are underway, she’d busy with AP classes. Thankfully, she’s super organized, and maybe was born that way. I don’t need to do much more than keep buying food and get her to talk to me. I’ll also fill out forms, pay for college applications, and edit her essays. Her smile is my reward, along with the sassy banter that I love. Eighteen looms in a few short months, after which she’ll be even sassier. And then the holidays will come, followed by the winter and spring terms. I hope she has some in–school experience before it ends. I hope for a senior prom and graduation and all the fun that goes with it. Her junior prom dress hangs in the closet, never worn.

I picture her flying away to college, me along with her that very first time. And then I’ll be done: the chick hatched, the ship launched, the horse out of the gate. Until that first call from college, parents’ weekend, and summers home (though she claims she’ll never come back).

In some way, I’m like her peers’ parents.

In other ways, not so much. She’s enjoyed the security of an end-of-career paycheck. That means funds for sports, sports uniforms, and tutoring help from every direction. She’s been my travel and shopping companion from Maine to Florida to California, her travel sophistication deeply engrained.

While she’s gets ready to leave, her home base dissolves like snow on a warm window.

I’m winding up downsizing plans, making the retirement countdown, and preparing for a healthy retirement with my boyfriend, all snug and financed by decades of hard work. She watches my plans unfurl with dizzying speed.

When I drop her off at college and fly away, her childhood’s days will end in the blast of that jet. No longer will I be the mom waiting at home, waiting in the car for the end of practice, or telling her to get to bed. She’ll leap from a moving platform.

Once she leaves, so will I.

What’s Next

Cupula

Corporate Business has a blind spot when it comes to aging, but that can’t stop me. I understand it’s difficult for management to comprehend that they too will one day face the last stage of their lives. In the corporate world, it’s all about growth—whether revenue, the customer base, or a career.

What degree you earn, seminar you take, or contacts you add to your growing list can project you into the glorious future you’ve long imagined. Every step you take is important. Funny how days turn into weeks, years, and then decades as you pursue this distant goal. Does living for the future make time move faster?

I’m mentor material now; yet forty-somethings spring up everywhere with advice filled books and seminars telling how to “make it.” My eyes glaze over, like a teenager lectured about a curfew. I’m at the top of the hill, looking down at ant-like action I once embraced as if my life depended on it. Bills I must pay, I’m not ready to let go—at least not yet.

I’m on my own, it seems, and my passion for better tools, more efficiency, speedier solutions unwelcome. I overreact in a desperate last grip to regain control. No one wants to hear it. They have plenty of tomorrows to fix things gone wrong. Or so they think. Better to smile and play nice.

Then there’s the money advice, which is all around and not quite specific enough. How much a person my age should have, and how to plan the last five, four, three, two, one years before retirement is a numbers game. Many people my age can’t contemplate it. Whether they could have, would have, or tried to, they haven’t saved enough. Illness pushes out the unlucky who are too sick and tired to work.

That’s not me—at least not now.

I count down the weeks—fifty-two times two, or maybe it’s sixty-eight, or somewhere in between. “You’ll know when it’s time,” people say. But what will the economy be like then? Will I still be healthy? After all my planning and saving, will I have enough? What about Covid-19?

Day by day, how do I maintain a positive face and enjoy these last few weeks? A year and a half, two years goes by in a flash.

It won’t be easy. Each day, one day at a time, I must hesitate before I speak, think kindly of every person I encounter, and produce my best work. I need to end this well, with courage and kindness.

It’s best to go out gracefully and enjoy this new chapter of retirement. I’ve earned it.

Expectations

This Covid thing is dragging on, no end in sight. I’m sick of it. We’re all sick of it. Every day, it’s something new: spiking cases in coastal states, 85 babies sick in a Texas town, Trum* saying or doing something daft, schools trying to reopen “safely.”

Science tells us that there is no safety until there’s a vaccine or mass immunity.

Whole Foods deliveries and Amazon Prime have become my life. I dress up to go to CVS or a doctor’s appointment. I can’t bring myself to drive to Newburyport for a simple day trip. Can’t visit stores, can’t dodge people on the boardwalk, can’t use the public restrooms. Who knows when the toilets and sinks were last cleaned? Each person before me could be a carrier.

I want to go out to dinner with my boyfriend. I want to sit at a bar, sip a glass of wine, and dance the night away to a live band. I want to take my high schooler on college visits and see her smile. I want to hug my grown daughter, my Mom, my sisters and brothers. I want to share an extended family meal. I want to be with my colleagues. We work so well together.

I want to live without fear that I’ll end up in the hospital or die alone on a ventilator. Or have a loved one do the same.

Staying home and getting to bed by ten seems like I’m already retired. I remind myself that I’m one of the lucky ones still employed. Seeing colleagues on vid makes me long for pre-Covid days. Maybe in six months. Maybe next year. But it won’t be the same. The company is reconfiguring office space for fewer people. No one gets their own office, cubicle, or table. Going to work will mean finding some random space. I can’t sit with my team. Ever?

Maybe…

Be happy now, treasure the now, be grateful now has become my mantra. I choose to be happy.

For now, for my continuing sanity, I imagine better days. I picture joyful family gatherings, all of us grateful for the time together. I imagine slow dancing with my sweetie, his warm hand on my back, the band soulful, delicious. I imagine browsing hand-in-hand with him in some beach side shop, then stopping for an ice cream, waiting patiently among excited families, kids, elderly, and parents … everyone smiling.

I imagine joining my colleagues for business and a meal—you know—those corporate rah-rah meeting.

I imagine quick trips to shopping malls and the grocery store. I imagine trying on shoes. I imaging flying to California or London, taking my youngest to college and helping her settle in. I imagine returning a few months later for parent weekend, and seeing the transformation from high school girl to college student. I imagine taking my oldest for a chatty breakfast, and later selecting French pastry with her in a little shop. I imagine weaving people back into the fabric of my life the way humans are supposed to live. I imagine being happy, just like I am now.

A trio of women writers tackle a trio of strong female characters

Let’s start with Gail Honeyman’s, “Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine.” She created an amazingly introverted and damaged character who was also a survivor. I loved how Eleanor just stated her truth, and yet couldn’t face the truth of what happened to her as a child. My heart broke at how she was treated. When a little crack opened her heart, she chose to have a future, albeit misguided. The introvert in me really “got” her. I loved the ending. Yay Eleanor, and Congratulations Gail Honeyman on a stunning debut novel!

“The Calculating Stars,” by Mary Robinette Kowal, is next. This science fiction/historical novel had me rooting for Dr. Elma York, a pilot and calculator who navigated the treacherous waters of patriarchal society. The premise is that in 1952, a meteorite fell to earth and destroyed most of the East Coast of the United States. This resulted in a climate cataclysm that would eventually make the Earth uninhabitable. Scientists were desperate to create colonies in space but had to get their first. The characterization of women and their role in society in the time period was spot on. Undaunted by rampant sexism, Elma ensured that she and women in general, were part of the colonization program. I like how the author interspersed actual newsprint from the time period with the fiction. I also liked how she had the women support each other. It was a good read, even though it slowed down a few times.

“Uprooted,” by Naomi Novik, is the best book I’ve read in years. What can I say …? I’m a sucker for fairy tales and this one is awesome. Agnieszka, a young woman from a remote village, is clumsy, messy, and strong. She’s also a witch and doesn’t know it. Her entire village expects the dragon, a mysterious creature who holds back evil from the woods, to choose her best friend, Kasia as his servant. But when he comes to choose a girl—as he does once a decade—he takes Agnieszka instead. Agnieszka is hilarious as she tries to deal with this grumpy, condescending, malcontent. It’s her magic that he saw, and he really had no choice. Her untrained skills would have called the darkness and doomed them all. The author takes us a wild ride of witches, peasants, kings, and tree people in this delicious read. More Naomi Novik is in my future! I can just see it.

Joy and fun for then and now…

I’m reading yet another book about being a better person (there are so many of them out there). This one—to remain nameless—suggests that I look for times in my childhood when I was filled with joy—the messier the better. The purpose of this is to help me discover what I can do to make myself happier now.

The first memory that comes to mind is swinging on the family swing set, with no annoying siblings in sight. It was a very hot day and I was eating a blue (tutti-frutti) popsicle that dripped all over my face and clothes. No one was telling me what to do or scolding me. I was free to just be.

Climbing trees with my brother, Steve and the neighborhood boys is another memory high on my list. Climbing up was exhilarating and climbing down scary. And then, yay, I was firmly back on the ground. It was awesome, pushing myself higher and higher, building muscles, knowing I could do it.

Maple trees in fall

Anther memory was watching a glorious sunset in my maternal grandfather’s varnished wooden boat, cruising the Broads on Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire. The colors were pink and orange, burning and fading into each other. I loved being with my grandfather and being in his boat was a rare occurrence. I remember the smell of boat gas, the light spray off the bow, and the summer air cooling as the sun sank down. None of us spoke. And then he let me take the wheel.

I remember sledding down the hill on a Radio Flyer with my mom. She was in her twenties, so beautiful and lively. We went downhill fast for a long time and then crashed into a tree. Laughing, we rolled off into the snow, unhurt. It was a lighthearted memory to cling to when, later, things got rough.

I recall adoring the Laura Ingalls Wilder’s, “Little House on the Prairie” series. I could hardly wait to devour each book. I also liked “The Children Who Stayed Alone,” by Bonnie Bess Worline. My favorite topic throughout my childhood was anything about the American westward expansion. In college, I took as many history classes as I could. I have in mind to write three historical novels, each about a particular disease on Boston’s North Shore; and can’t wait to do the research.

Stage coach your way across town.

I remember sitting in an overstuffed chair at my maternal grandmother’s camp, reading her books. My favorite was a book of fairytales. I spent hours in that chair, with the rain coming down, or until the last hours of daylight, totally emersed in another world. So many happy memories of the lake, especially when it was just me and one other sibling. We were so lucky to have that experience.

Sunset at Lake Winnipisauke.

Rowing a boat or paddling a canoe or diving from a truck tire inner tube at the lake are some of my best memories. Even now I need to swim. It’s just who I am. I should have known my first marriage was over when my husband stopped taking me out in our boat.

In summary, it seems that literature (reading and writing), being in the water, and exercise are as necessary to me as breathing. I have all the tools to make me happy.

Sci-Fi Book Review – 4/14/2019

Cheeseburger in Paradise

“Rogue Star: Frozen Earth.” Jasper T. Scott

Clueless Male Frozen in Time

This book is about aliens hiding behind a rogue star that turns the earth’s thermostat down. The aliens claim the earth for their own, shoving humans into the colder regions.

I liked the overall story and would read a sequel, at least to find out what happened to Logan Willis’s son, Alex. Logan is a bumbler, who doesn’t think things through. He doesn’t take advice either. First, he catches his wife in bed with another man; he wasn’t paying enough attention to her. I didn’t like his flippant attitude about a porno starring his wife. It’s no wonder she had an affair. Throughout the book, he bosses her around and dismisses her fears. She passes him a sandwich, and no one else had one. No one else was hungry?

He was the Executive Editor of Harper Collins, recently let go. Maybe his bosses were underwhelmed by him, too. So, he’s supposed to be the everyman. That’s a cringer. It makes sense that he wasn’t an outdoors person or a skilled reasoner. Just edited content that other people wrote.

Somehow, he instantly developed skills with guns, even memorizing their models. His brother-in-law, Richard said that he (and his family) needed to learn to use guns, but I missed the part where the lessons occurred. He also wondered if his kids would “pee out the window?” Okay… Jocular, cutesy, macho dialog. Clueless.

He endangered his family by not listening to Richard’s warning ten years prior, by not hiding his computer screen from a stranger (Cowboy Bill), and by returning to Richard’s house without first securing it. He didn’t listen to anybody, especially his wife, Kate.

Seeing the same fight scene twice was annoying, even though they finally killed Bill. I didn’t like Akron or Richard. Logan’s son, Alex was no better, always chasing some stick-figure girl. It was creepy that Logan watched him with the second girl, Celine.

None of the females were fleshed-out characters except his daughter, Rachel. I liked the robot better than any other character but her. Camping on the hotel roof was interesting. I liked the car wall, too. I also like the Rogue arrival countdown. The aliens were awesome.

Maybe the point was having a bumbling dork as a main character instead of a savvy man that people could rely on.

I give it a B-.

“Lady Midnight,” Cassandra Clare

Enjoyable young adult speculative fiction.

This book was about a teenage girl and her friends thwarting the bad spell of a friend who betrays them. It was great to delve into young adult fiction for a change. I like the simplicity. As an adult who still recalls the feelings of being a teenage girl, I found the story relatable. The concept of teens living without adult involvement is an awesome fantasy. I like the disappearing teacher and the uncle with dementia, who left the kids free to be strong. Julian having to be his siblings’ parent was something that often-happened years ago before social services. He kept these responsibilities, his younger brother’s tendencies, and his feelings for Emma a secret to protect them. Emma had her own secrets: the investigation into her parents’ deaths and her feelings for Julian. I liked their budding forbidden romance. I’d like to see how their relationship develops (in a sequel) and how they maintain the good as their power escalates. The parabatai is a great concept!

The author’s warrior girl characterization is great. Emma isn’t just another male warrior with a female name. She’s insecure, not believed by others, and does things by herself to spare others and avoid emotional entanglements. She fights for what she believes in. I like how she treasured her sword.

The author brought to life many mythical characters. The fairies had an interesting culture that I would like to learn more about.

The only sticking point was the extended backstory. The author has written many books about this world. But this was the first book of hers I’ve read and was lost on occasion. This is supposed to be Book One. It should have more retrospective info on the backstory, or less reliance on it. It’s understandable when world-building to have tons of backstory since the “beginning of time.” It’s just part of being a fiction writer, where your world exists as if it were real, but inside your head. Translating that world in a logical, sensible, and enjoyable way to engage the reader is a ton of work.

Key bothersome areas included the previous war, family and friend characters, some of whom just appeared, and what happened to the half siblings after the war. The origins of Mark and Helen were not fully explained. They were older than the other kids. Were they from their father’s prior relationship? There should have been an entire book before this one; and this one should have been Book Two.

I give this book a B+.

Add Three Great Sci-Fi Books to Your List

Table in the Fall

Dark Intelligence, by Neal Asher—awesome characterizations!

I read this book a few years ago, and am just now going through my sci-fi reads to extract feedback. This book was a new foray into speculative fiction in anticipation of writing some. I’m long-time and unapologetic Anne McCaffrey fan (not her son).

Dark Intelligence is a delicious read. I could hardly put it down. It’s about Thorvald Spear, a dead soldier brought back to life to help fight Penny Royal, an unstable AI who’s gone rogue. Spear hires Isobel Satomi, a crime lord, to find her. What creativity with all the life forms—Golem, hoaders, AIs, and aliens transforming to humans and vice versa! It was cool how Isobel evolved into an AI. I really liked the Prador and want to read more about them.

There was awesome interplay between all the characters! It’s hard to pick which of the three main characters I liked the best. Thorvald Spear, Penny Royal, and Isobel Satomi, are respectively, Focused, Chilling, and Damaged.

The “shipmind” was like Annie McCaffrey’s “The City Who Fought.” Mechanization with a human core is always a fascinating read. N.K Jemison uses this concept in her Broken Earth series. (I’ll review that soon.)

I liked everything about Carapace and the Rock Pool. My favorite parts were:

  • Trent’s boat ride with the sea creature after him; his capture, beating, and subsequent healing
  • Father-Captain Sverl, and his transformation to human, which helped him understand the creatures around him
  • The Prador first and second child concept
  • The tidal wave.

I liked how the shifting points of view moved the story forward. Both males and females were described as strong. Asher didn’t resort to cliched gender roles. I appreciate that. This type of characterization in speculative fiction will draw readership from genders other than male.

I give this book an A.

The Girl With All The Gifts, M.R. Carey—what a gift of a book!

This is the best book I’ve read in a long time. I’ve never been a fan of Zombie fiction. Maybe I need to take another look. This book was fast-paced and pulled more than a few heartstrings. I had a hard time living my life while it its grip, and plan to read it again in a few months.

M.R. Carey did a great job of getting into the hearts and minds of the main characters. I especially liked Melanie’s innocence, intelligence, and strength. What an amazing little girl. She was happy with her friends and her world, saying good morning to everyone, despite what they called her. Strapped in was normal. She knew nothing beyond the boundaries of her cell and classroom. Seeing her teacher, Ms. Helen Justineau, once a week was her main pleasure. What book would Ms. Justineau read? What fun task would she have them do?

Ms. Justineau saw her as a child, as did the others once they got to know her. Who wouldn’t touch such an appealing child who absorbed lessons like a sponge?

Melanie only got stronger as she learned what she was, and how she needed to relate to the others around her to keep them safe. Her love for Ms. Justineau drove her, because that love was returned. At every step, Ms. Justineau took care of her and made sure she was safe.

Melanie’s relationship with Dr. Caldwell illustrated science versus ethics. How could she kill children to further science? Though Dr. Caldwell was determined to make her mark and find a cure at any cost, she always told Melanie the truth. In the end, telling her the truth of what she’d discovered was all that she could do.

Switching who was captured and who had a future was disturbing. No one truly won in the end.

The movie was enjoyable but changed key details. Ms. Justineau asks Sargent Parks if he ever killed a child but doesn’t tell him why. She also doesn’t have sex with him or scavenge for food with Gallagher. Dr Caldwell’s entrapment of the feral kids and her death were also different. Though Melanie’s name meant “the black girl,” in the book she was blonde, blue-eyed and very pale. In the movie, she’s played by Sennia Nanua, a black girl. Maybe the book should have been that way, too.

It turns out that the author wrote the book and the screenplay at the same time: the book with multiple points of view, and the movie with just Melanie’s. This book is also a re-read.

I give this book an A+

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin—a walk on the male side

“The Left Hand of Darkness” was just ok—not a favorite—though I might read it again. It got bogged down with too much telling and not showing how the society worked. Was Genly trying to decipher it or Estroven trying to explain it? Hard to tell. I tried to read it but kept zoning out.

I liked the introduction, where Le Guin describes fiction, and that “a novelist’s business is lying.” We make up world in our heads and describe characters that don’t exist—as if they do.

The main character, Genly Ai, was dorky, awkward, and very relatable. I liked how he observed the reactions and behaviors of people around him and often came to the wrong conclusions.

The concept of living in a cold planet was interesting. Eskimos get their babies used to the cold by rubbing their fingers and toes. People in equatorially hot places find temperate zone springs days too cold. It’s what you’re used to. Genly learns that it’s a matter of how you dress.

Though he transitioned from seeing the world through a bi-gender lense, to one that’s more inclusive, he still saw females as “other.” It was only because Estroven was both male and female that he “tolerated” the female at all. He seemed to view kemmering and giving birth as an inconvenience. When asked to explain what females were on his world, he described them in traditional gender roles; then admitted to knowing little about them.

I liked the trek across the ice and was sad when it was over. I’ve lived through such intense, difficult experiences, where every decision is fraught with consequences, and then suddenly find myself looking back in retrospect, forever changed.

I didn’t like that Le Guin referred to dual-gender humanoids as “he.” Seeing “he” everywhere was annoying. Understandably, when she wrote this book, “they” was not an acceptable pronoun.

Funny how Estroven’s name is derived from a feminine hormone. Though Genly longed for a sexual relationship, he couldn’t bring himself to respond to Estroven’s female side when they were in kemmer (See how easy that was?) Genly seemed prudish, insecure, and overly introverted. Where was his curiosity as an ethnologist?

Like many people with deep insecurities, he was blinded by arrogance. He saw kemmer as an “animal like” way to reproduce; and felt that “always being in kemmer,” or able to want and have sex, was a more advanced state. He wondered why the original founders—long-ago geneticists—decided on that approach. Yet he did nothing about his own needs, and was shocked by the the female who eventually arrived from a nearby space, thinking her voice was too high-pitched.

How much better or worse would my world would be in the absence of female as the “other.” What a horrible question! The trouble is, this book was more about that than viewing the two primary genders as equally worthy of respect. First, there are more than two genders. Second, a book that focus on “he” misses an opportunity to build a female readership. In “Dark Intelligence,” I could feel the estrogen. In this book,” I could not.”

“Man-splaining” this is not advised.

According to Wikipedia, “This book “stunned the science fiction critics”; it won both the Hugo and the Nebula Awards for best novel, making Le Guin the first woman to win these awards, and a number of other accolades.”

Interesting. Were the reviewers mostly men?

Ergo, I’m not a fan. I will, however, read some of her other books because she’s an excellent writer.

I give this book an A for its creativity and excellence and a C for its treatment of the feminine.

2 by Diane Chamberlain

The Silent Sister, by Diane Chamberlain.

This book was an enjoyable easy read. I liked the contrast between young Riley, who was lost after she broke up with her boyfriend and her father died, and Lisa, as she tries to make a new life for herself.

Riley’s sister was silent because she was silenced by her abuser. A child prodigy violinist, she never told her parents that her music teacher started molesting her when she was small. When he came to get the baby he’d forcibly made with her, to raise her with his infertile wife, she shot him dead. She’d lost all reason, seeing him bouncing her child on his lap.

I like the way the story switched back and forth from each sister’s perspective. Lisa gave up a lot to save herself and her family.

It was understandable that the brother was angry, and that Riley thought her mother was cold. Parents often withdraw from the remaining children when one child dies or is sick. They focus everything on that child, while the others don’t get their basic needs met.

Every character was well-drawn, even though some, like Christine, Jeannie, and the Kyles, were unlikeable. Christine and Jeannie were too intent on pushing Riley to sell her father’s house.

I like that Danny’s anger went unresolved, and that the Kyles didn’t get the land. Not every detail needs to be wrapped up tight. All that mattered was that Lisa could go on with her life with Riley in it.

No, you can’t get back time with a child you don’t raise.

 

The Stolen Marriage, by Diane Chamberlain

This was another book where people run away to have a real life. This book was also enjoyable, and easy to read.

Tess, a young woman in Baltimore, Maryland, is about to get married to her childhood sweetheart, Vincent, a young doctor. She’s been training to be a nurse, hoping to work with him when he opens a practice. When he goes to Chicago to work on an infantile paralysis epidemic, he keeps extending his stay. Bored and lonely, Tess takes a trip with her best friend and ends up drunk and having a one-night stand with Henry, a man she hardly knows.

She gets pregnant and is too ashamed to tell Vincent. She travels to Henry’s home in Hickory, North Carolina, to ask for money to start a new life. He insists that they get married.

Being pregnant outside of marriage was considered shameful in those times. Her mother disowns her and then dies. Tess tells Vincent that she loves another.

I had a lot of sympathy for Tess. Though she tried to make the best of things, it was clear that Henry would never love her. Her troubled intensified when his sister dies in a car accident with Tess at the wheel, and Tess suffers a miscarriage.

Henry wasn’t likeable. He uses Tess to live a lie. He didn’t care if he married her or a woman from his childhood who was after his money. Despite his handicap (missing fingers), he was just another white male who reeked of patriarchal privilege.

When a polio epidemic strikes Hickory, Tess volunteers as a nurse, saving many lives. Henry realizes her value and what she’s lost; and makes decision that ensures happiness for them both.

The ending was very satisfying.

Book Review – Lots to Read, Lots to Think About

I’ve read a lot of books lately. It’s a great way to escape reality and deal with someone else’s problems, albeit fictional.

This is my list:

  • The Silence of the Girls, Pat Barker
  • The Caregiver, Samuel Park
  • The Preacher’s Son, Paul Doiron
  • The Surgeon, Tess Gerritsen
  • Necessary Lies, Diane Chamberlain

So, let’s get to it…

The Silence of the Girls

This book tells about the of Troy from Briseis’ perspective. Once a valued married Trojan woman, she become Achilles’ concubine. In a powerplay, Achilles gives her to Agamemnon, a known pederast. She makes a joke of it later. Young by today’s standards, Breseis’ maturity and compassion amidst the degradation and squalor of camp life ring true. She remains strong and becomes a healer, as the woman around her are abused and killed as if objects.

This book shows the powerless of the women as their men battled each other over Helen and land. When Breseis begs the gods and the rats multiply, she watches and heals, her contempt building. The clothing she’d made for her father is on the back of her enemy. Before his death, Achilles ensures her future by marrying her off to his friend.

This book was depressing. I felt bogged down by the powerlessness of the women and felt contempt for the selfish men who did battle over nothing. It was a powerful read that I will not forget.

The Caregiver

This story switches from past to present in the story of Mara Alencar, a cancer patient’s caregiver in Southern California. The patient, a young woman dying of cancer, reminds her of her mother. Mara was the only child of a single mom, growing up in Rio de Janiero during the brutal 1980s. In California, she comes to an understanding of her mother’s role and that of the brutal Police Chief who’d terrorized them.

This is about parents and children, and how far we’ll go to protect the people we love.  This was a tender book, despite the brutality. I liked that Mara didn’t know the truth until the end. I liked that she found someone with compassion, though it cost her her job. Who knows what books we would have enjoyed if Sam was still among us. Thank you, Curtis Sittenfeld, for getting this one published!

The Poacher’s Son

This book was written by a Maine author and recommended by my mother.  It’s about a young game warden, who learns that his estranged father is being hunted as a primary murder suspect. A lot of research went into this smooth-reading book–about Maine, the game warden job, and wildlife. My daughter has been hearing the call of the same owl that Mike Bowditch tried to imitate.

This was a fast read, with both primary genders well represented. The verbal and highly professional female game warden balanced the distant mother and the pretty messed-up tramp. The girlfriend was characterized as a clone of his mother. Then there was that Maine stereotype about outsiders from Revere, Massachusetts of Italian descent. Can’t get away from New England boundary wars that make us special–not that I agree or disagree on many levels. You gotta write what you know.

Good job Paul! I’ll be reading more of your work. I really liked the twist at the end.

The Surgeon

This one was out there with the violence against women. The perp is a sick bastard who likes to cut the uterus out of women who’ve been raped. His inner voice talked about Agamemnon sacrificing his daughter. I got the women’s point of view of this same murder in “The Silence of the Girls.” That was weird.

The perp had no reason to be that way, except he was in love with another surgical student who got kicked out of medical school for perform this butchery on cadaver. The perp had a perfect childhood. So, he went bad for no reason? It’s a chilling thought that any one of us can turn evil.

I couldn’t stop reading, though. It was like watching a bad accident. I truly felt Jane Rizzoli’s depression in response to the misogyny at work, at home. She wasn’t valued by anyone, even herself. Dr. Catherine Cordell was well-depicted as an unrecovered rape victim. The little romance with detective Thomas Moore added a light touch that dissipated some of the horror and heaviness.  Two men wanted her because she was smart and pretty. No one wanted plain Jane. Even her name defined her. So, she had pretty eyes–and that redeemed her? How annoying.

Catherine having steaks on hand to cook for him was beyond belief. A woman living alone wouldn’t have steaks in her apartment. Man food? Really?

The other female victims were stick figures. I’ll read more by this author, but my mysogeny censors will be on high alert.

Necessary Lies

The two main characters, Jane Forrester and Ivy Hart, were wonderfully characterized. I’ve read other books about the Eugenics program. I can’t believe the program just ended 1974.

Jane was newly married to a doctor who expected her to be his lovely homemaker and the mother of his children. She told him she wanted more, but he refused to listen. He was all about himself, and she had to subvert herself to please him. You can’t hide who you are. He never bothered to learn who she was and dismissed many of her finer qualities as part of her past.

Ivy’s life was matter of fact. The farm owner was in power over everyone and abused his power by forcing two of the women to have sex with him. The powerlessness of being black and poor and white and poor was well-described in the intimate relatiuonships. Anger andfrustration could not quell Lita’s strength and dignity, or Ivy’s demand for a life with her beloved.

Jane, a naive new social worker, was assigned to Ivy’s family. When Charlotte, her supervisor, broke her leg on the job, she had to see clients alone and make her own choices. She took Ivy and her family to the beach and got electric fans for them, breaking several rules. When she told Ivy’s sister that she’d already been sterilized and took her toddler away from her, there were tragic consequences.

Jane was fired for telling Ivy that she’d be sterilized, too, and then fought for Ivy and gave her a voice.

This was an amazing book. I couldn’t put it down. The ending was perfect.