Saturday, December 30, 2017

My Favorite Reads of 2017

Apologies for the long silence.  I hope to come back to periodically updating my blog in 2018 -- if any of my friends are still out there and interested!

2017 was a good reading year for me; I almost hit my Goodreads goal of 75 titles. As I looked back over my reading log to identify the best books, I initially started with a list of 20.  I’ve whittled it down to 15, many of which were read with my book group, which made them even more enjoyable because of the richness of our discussions.  In keeping with my preference for fiction, only one was nonfiction (Janesville) and while a few were published this year, they are all post 2000. 


The Nix by Nathan Hill
It took me two plane rides and three weeks to read this 620-page book, but it was well worth it, and this may be one of my all-time favorite novels.  It is an extraordinarily well-written book with changing voices, numerous threads that all come together and a good deal of wit.  The story bounces back and forth between the present, in which a young college professor is shocked to see the mother who abandoned the family 20 years earlier getting arrested at a political rally and their pasts.  Among other things, it is a story about choices, big and small, and the realization that, unlike the “Choose Your Own Adventure” novels, in real life you can seldom go back to the fork and take the other path.

Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
Another lengthy book, clocking in at almost 600 pages, but worth the effort.  Franzen is a talented writer who packs layers into his exploration of the word “freedom” and the many contexts in which we use it, from lack of responsibility to others to the freedom to make irresponsible decisions.  I kept hearing Janis Joplin in the background.  The novel follows a family over several decades.


Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
Like A Man Called Ove and Today Will be Different , the protagonist of this novel is an eccentric , pained individual who is healed through the development of friendships with kind people.  Eleanor survives in the only way that she can and when the reader finally understands her pain, Eleanor becomes far more sympathetic and admirable.  Her lack of understanding of basic social conventions is often laugh out loud funny.  By the end, Eleanor is a person you want to both cheer for and hug tightly.  It’s an impressive book from a first-time author who won a writing contest with her manuscript.

Behold the Dreamers by Imbolo Mbue
Written by a Cameroonian author who has spent ten years in America, this is the story of two couples.  Jende and Neni are from Cameroon, lured to NYC by dreams of the land of “milk, honey and liberty, flowing in the paradise-for-strivers called America” (19).  Jende is illegal, having purposely overstayed his visa, a concern that sits uncomfortably under the surface for both the character and the reader.  The other couple, Clark, a broker for Lehman Brothers, and his material and status-obsessed wife, Cindy, become the employers of the African couple.  Mbue does a great job of building sympathy for all four characters while also exposing their foibles.  As both couples’ fortunes begin to crumble, the reader gains greater insight into the immigrant story and why, in the words of our great president, rounding them up and sending them home isn’t the kindest and certainly not the most feasible solution.                       

Before We Were Yours by Lisa Wingate
This was a wonderful novel that has both heart-breaking and joyous moments.  Alternating voices eventually come together as the story of poor children who are kidnapped and sold to wealthy couples as orphans for adoption explains a modern mystery.  The voice of Rill Foss, the oldest of 5 river children living with their very young parents on a houseboat in the Mississippi, is compelling and highly sympathetic.  The present-day story is that of Avery Stafford, daughter of Senator Wells Stafford and member of a wealthy socially placed South Carolina family.  While visiting a nursing home with her father, she encounters a woman she has never met before who seems to recognize her and who unbeknownst to Avery, pulls her grandmother’s bracelet from her wrist.  When Avery goes back the next day after a call from the nursing home, she sees that the woman has a photograph of a couple and the woman looks eerily like Avery’s own grandmother.  The reader, of course, begins to immediately suspect a connection between Rill’s story of the past and Avery’s mystery in the present, however Wingate does a good job of creating a few unexpected twists. 

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
Totally worthy of the Pulitzer Prize that it won, Whitehead’s novel reimagines Tubman’s escape system as a literal train that runs through underground tunnels, bringing enslaved people to new and sometimes only marginally better places.  Whitehead captures the complexities of both those who attempted to help and those who sought freedom.  “Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits.  Being free had nothing to do with chains or how much space you had” (179).

My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout
This was a quick read at 209 pages with double-spaced type and short chapters that created even more white space.  The physicality of the book is in keeping with the story, which contains gaps that the reader must attempt to fill in.  Lucy, the narrator, suggests that most of us maneuver through the world, “half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can’t possibly be true” (14).  The main narrative takes place in Lucy Barton’s present during an extended hospital stay after a surgery leaves her with an infection that no one can seem to diagnose.  Her mother, whom she has not seen in years, is summoned by Lucy’s husband, and she comes for a 5-day visit, never leaving her daughter’s bedside.  During this time, mother and daughter talk about everything and nothing.  Lucy asks questions about people she used to know in the rural Illinois community she left many years earlier for the East Coast and where her mother still lives, occasionally bringing up incidents in their own past, which her mother dodges.  The conversations lead to flashbacks from Lucy’s childhood and her later relationship with her husband, William.  There are also prolepsies scattered throughout, letting the reader know that Lucy recovers from her illness and providing glimpses of her future.

The seemingly simplistic story is actually about the complexity of family and the long-term effects of poverty.


Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz
If you like mysteries, this one is a rollicking good time, a very clever story within a story.  A book editor receives the latest manuscript from the small publishing house’s star writer, the author of a mystery series in the style of Agatha Christie.  The book then becomes the manuscript for about 200 pages, an engrossing tale about several mysterious deaths in a small English town.  This story stops a chapter shy of the ending and the book returns to the frame story.  When the editor speaks to her boss about obtaining the missing pages, she finds out that the author is dead, supposedly killed himself.  Her boss sends her to his home to try and find the missing pages and the rest of the book is her growing suspicion and investigation of the writer’s death as a murder rather than a suicide.  She believes that clues that are within his manuscript point to what really happened – and they do.  It’s very ingenious.


Janesville:  An American Story by Amy Goldstein
I decided to read this book as a way of gaining insight into the Trump voter.  Janesville was a prosperous town in Wisconsin, home of the Parker Pen factory until the 1980’s and a huge General Motors plant that employed a quarter of the town until 2008.  The book begins with the plant’s closure and its ripple effect on the economy and lives of the people of Janesville.  The book is a collection of personal stories, tracing the lives of specific individuals over the next 7 or 8 years.  It does explain the desperation people felt when the main source of employment in their town disappeared (similar, I expect, to the coal mining regions).  Janesville is Paul Ryan’s home town; five generations of Ryans have lived there.  You would think that Ryan would have more sympathy for state workers, for those who are in danger of losing health insurance, for those who now commute hundreds of miles to support their families.  The book is a fairly neutral presentation of events and, although Ryan gets some time, there is neither criticism nor support offered.  Interestingly, Janesville did not support Ryan in his bid to become vice-president in 2012, throwing their support for President Obama, nor did he receive a lot of votes for his simultaneous successful senate bid, however obviously the rest of Wisconsin saw him more favorably.


A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
The novel is replete with references to time, beginning with the title.  Characters are passing the time, feeling like time passes too slowly or speeding by too quickly.  There is even a discussion of quantum physics and the concept of timelines splitting with every decision one makes.  One of the main characters is slyly named Nao, pronounced “now.”   The title seems to be saying “a story for now (which could be a story for Nao).”  As I read, however, I could see that it is also a tale for THE time being, where the time being is a person.  Nao frequently writes about humans as time beings, creatures that exist in time, a perspective that people don’t usually think of. 

Ruth, a writer who lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband Oliver (which is all true of the novel’s author as well as her fictional counterpart),finds a ziplock bag that washes up on the beach.  Inside is what appears to be a copy of Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past (a work preoccupied with the passage of time and the power of memory), but it is actually a repurposed book; the pages inside contain the handwritten journal of a Japanese teenager named Nao.  There’s also a Hello Kitty box containing some objects, including an old watch with the words “sky pilot” carved in Japanese on the back.  The story begins as Ruth sets out to first, read the journal, and then find out more about the writer and the family members she describes, including a great uncle who was a kamikaze pilot in WW2 and a great grandmother who is a 104 year old Buddhist nun.  Ruth begins reading the journal and then the narrator switches to the writer of the journal, Nao. 

Shelter:  a novel by Jung Yun
Thirty-six year old Kyung Cho has a lot of baggage he has never fully dealt with.  The only son of Korean immigrants, he has grown up in a household in which his successful father is lord and master, a man who not only subjugates his wife but regularly physically abuses her.  She, her own desires and ambitions suppressed, in turn, takes out her frustrations on her son.  Now, as an adult, Kyung has little to do with them, refusing invitations to dinner at their nearby house and vacation opportunities at their beach villa.  Also, he has denied them access to his five year old son, Ethan.  Despite efforts by his wife Gillian (an Anglo from a working class family) to get him to mend fences, Kyung refuses.  The pivotal event around which the story swirls – a home invasion, robbery and brutal rape of his mother, Mae, and their housekeeper, Marina - compel him to confront his past and the consequences of his failure to come to terms with it.  This sounds dark – and in places it is, but it is also a very real story of an individual fighting against cultural stereotypes, trying to break free of his family’s expectations and figure out who he is apart from them.

The High Mountains of Portugal by Yann Martel
 The truth:  I complained bitterly through the first of the three sections of this book, but by the time I finished, I thought it was a marvelous novel from the author who brought us Life of Pi.  Despite the fact that each section could be its own novella, once you are finished, you see that he has created a triptych, linked by motifs that thread their way through the stories.  In each section, there is loss and an exploration of grief.  There is also the image of a chimpanzee, representing God; the first time it appears as a skewed glorification in the form of a religious icon.  The second time the chimp is literally inside a man and in the third case, the chimp is beside man, a friend and companion.  And in each section, there are journeys, both through the countryside of Portugal and within the characters.  Again, Martel utilizes magical realism to good effect. 

The Wonder by Emma Donohue
In her second novel, (after Room) Emma Donoghue returns to familiar territory:  an innocent child whose worldview has been sharply skewed by evil adults and a young woman who is desperately seeking escape for the child and herself.  Set in the 1850’s in a small village in Ireland, The Wonder also features a child, 11- year old Anna O’Donnell, the daughter of poor farming parents, who believes that she is living on manna from Heaven.  The word on the street is that Anna has not accepted food or drink in four months – since the day of her confirmation – and a committee of townspeople have hired two nurses to participate in a round-the-clock watch for two weeks to determine the veracity of Anna’s claim and the possibility of a saint in their midst.  The narrator is Lib Wright, a young widow and a nursing disciple of the famous Florence Nightingale whom she frequently quotes when in doubt about what action to take.  She is hired by the committee to pair with an Irish nun who also has a nursing background to rotate through 8- hour shifts for a period of two weeks at the O’Donnell’s cottage.  Lib is a woman of science and immediately views her mission as one of exposure; the child cannot possibly be living without food and Lib is determined to reveal whoever is perpetrating this hoax. She is initially steely and cold in her treatment of the family, desiring to keep a professional distance and casting suspicion on all.  Her initial examination of Anna surprisingly reveals a somewhat healthy child, however there are certain indications that while Anna has probably been eating, she hasn’t gotten enough.

At the heart of the novel are some significant questions.  As posed by reviewer Sarah Lyall in her September 16, 2016 review of the novel in the New York Times: What does it mean to give up the most basic human need in the service of something greater than yourself? Is it an admirable stand, or an abomination? And if you’re an outsider presiding over someone not-eating himself into oblivion, do you have the right, or the obligation, to intervene?  As with Room, The Wonder is about moral responsibility for someone other than yourself, and the courage it takes against great odds to protect another.


The Space Between Us, Thrity Umrigar
Listening to Meryl Streep’s elegant speech at the Golden Globes last January, I am struck by a key point that she made: when people in power use their public platform to ridicule others, “it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing.”  In other words, it is suddenly very okay to treat people who are different from you in ways that are insulting, inappropriate and unacceptable in civilized society.  It led me to think, as I have so often done in the last weeks, about what I believe to be the naïve assumption by those in our country whom we would call the “have nots” believing that the “haves” - a billionaire and his cabinet of other billionaires, supported by a Congress of millionaires - will have sympathy for and do something about their plight. Can people that wealthy and privileged cross the great class chasm?  Interestingly, Thrity Umrigar’s excellent 2005 novel provides one possible answer.

Set halfway across the globe in Bombay, India and focusing on the lives of two characters, the novel does not pretend to speak for humanity, yet in this microcosmic look at two women from opposite ends of the class ladder, it offers a sad commentary on where sympathies often lie and the falseness of the idea that poverty is easy to escape if you just try.  Not only does the author leave the reader with much to ponder, she creates memorable characters who could be real people.  Set in a society seemingly so different from ours, it would be easy to pass off the “spaces” as a reflection of Indian culture and the caste system that still lingers; however, I suspect that Umrigar is writing about us too.

The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty
I am sorry to say that with this book, I have now read all of Moriarty’s work.  With titles unread, I knew I could look forward to a story that explores deep-held secrets, moves smoothly between multiple perspectives and back and forth in time, and which focuses on personal epiphanies, moral responsibility and growing self-understanding.  A review of the novel referred to Moriarty’s work as “chick lit,” a term I think is pejorative because it implies female characters wallowing in shallow angst over relationships with men. 

The Last Anniversary is set in the author’s native Australia on a private island near Sydney that is close enough that its inhabitants can easily get to the mainland on a jet ski or little motor boat.  The fictional Scribbly Gum Island is a famous and popular tourist destination; in 1932, sisters Rose and Connie find baby Enigma alone in her cradle, mysteriously abandoned by Alice and Jack Munro.  The cake on the counter is fresh and the kettle on the stove is whistling.  The sisters raise the baby and turn the mystery into a lucrative business, creating a tour of the Munro house that includes artifacts that hint at various theories as to what happened.

It is true that Moriarty’s books always focus on women – middle-aged, suburbanites in Australia, but the issues are deeper, the narrative itself more complex.  All of the main characters struggle with what it means to be a happy and self-actualized person amid social expectations of what it means to be a woman.  While some of the angst does, admittedly, have to do with their relationships with men, much of it has to do with self-acceptance and self-understanding.  








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