Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Evening

By Susan Minot.

Wow. From the first page this book gripped me. Though why I can't figure out. Right from the beginning, I knew that the book was a bout the final days of a woman dying of cancer. Not too uplifting. Yet well written. The visions, somewhat MTVish as they swirled around in her mind with her consciousness waxing and waning were well done.

I found some of the characters hard to unravel. Though I suspect that was part of the literary method. Sometimes, characters were clearly painted. They came in and out of her visions, sometimes peripherally, sometimes in center stage. Through the whole thing Harris Arden. Also not a well developed character. Was he just a ladies man or did he really have feelings for Ann. You will never know because she would never know. You get the sense that his ghost is sitting with her in her final moments. Or is that just her desire to be back with him?

Minot did not take the easy way out. It would have been a beautiful thought for the main character to decide that if she were to let go, she would end up in heaven with the love of her life. But throughout there is this feeling that there is no hope, she has no way of making things go her way and she is resigned to it.

The party with all the people in her life who have died is also interesting. A very short vision. She sees Buddy (who died young) as middle-aged, graying and thick-in-the waist, her son is crying, her parents together and well dressed. Again, not your presupposed vision of meeting up with the people who have died before you. And holding onto each other's hips to do a conga line. Was it a vision mixed with memories or her real take on what she would see after death?

At times, I flashed back to scenes from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

Gallileo's Daughter

this book was neither a novel, nor about Gallileo's daughter. It would have been a very interesting read if it had actually been about her.

Instead, it was a very boring treatise on the man we have all already heard so much about. I would not have picked up this book if the title had been a bit more descriptive. Say, "boring treatise about Gallileo, which used letters from his daughter as reference, but cared little enough about her character to delve into that subject."

This was for the local chapter book club. I will be attending for the ice cream.

In which I explain

why I'm doing this.

As age progresses, the memory becomes less capable of the task assigned it. Is it that the circuits are too full or that the ability to process, store and recall slows with the overall reduction of body capability.

I have no idea, but I will not succumb!

So, I'll use this blog to keep a record of my reading. This way, I can read my books well in advance of book clubs, review my notes and not look like a total air head who is only attending for the ice cream.