Review: The High Tide Club by Mary Kay Andrews

36336690It’s been a bit of a busy (ahem….chaotic) summer in the Married Book Nerds house. It’s all good stuff, but there has been little time to read (boo!) or to blog (boo-er!)

I decided it was high time to get back in the saddle on that.

I was reading a non-fiction book that was good, but with all the busy-ness my brain wasn’t having it. So I decided to pick up some light and fun beach reads. Now, I’m used to big city life where there is a bookstore on every corner. Not so much here. I raided the local Target stores bookshelves – which honestly – didn’t too bad of a selection. Sure I could have ordered something online, or even got an e-book. But I was in the mood for a tactile experience – looking at the books and touching the books (wow, that sounds weird and inappropriate). Anyway, you book nerds get where I am coming from.

I hadn’t read anything by Ms Andrews before, but the cover and the blurb on the back looked like it was going to fit the bill. Fluffy enough for my addled mind, but with a bit of texture to it to not be boring. And, dear reader of the blog, I was not wrong.

This started out a bit odd, I will say. I was a bit confused by the characters and it didn’t seem like it was going to gel for me. But by page 20 it was all good. So if you decide to take this one to the beach, give it a bit of time.

This is kind of a romance, mystery, sister-of-the-travelling-pants kind of story. There is an aging millionaire lady who summons the local new kid on the block lawyer to her island home. Basically she is dying – the aging millionaire lady – and wants to make amends to her group of friends from back in the day.

As I said, there is enough texture in this book to keep it interesting and intriguing. I don’t want to spill the beans on that and #spoileralert it for anyone.

This was definitely a great beach/summer read – short chapters for when you need to take a break and have a nap or a cocktail.

I rated it 4 out of 5 stars on Goodreads.

Ulysses: A Potato

11-idaho-potato.w700.h700One of the fun things about reading these books which come from another culture is that you can learn about the culture in ways you wouldn’t expect.  Yes, you can learn about the psychology of the people, their religious culture, system of justice, etc.

You can also learn about the potato.

To wit:

On the doorstep he felt in his pocket for the latchkey.  Not there.  In the trousers I left off.  Potato I have.

OH.  So you have your potato.  Duly noted.  You’re leaving the house for the day, but you have, you know, your potato.  Or A potato.  Maybe there are many.

There’s a very good chance that if you were reading this in its time, you might have nodded your head.  Of course, Leopold has his potato.  Why wouldn’t he?

But, to the modern mind, we can only say this:

What the hell was he doing with his potato in his pocket?

What the ever-loving hell.

Here’s the deal.  It was…or is…a thing.

If you google potato in your pocket, you find lots of helpful information and not one Mae West reference.  Right now, I’m working off botanical.com, which might or might be authoritative.

To carry a raw potato in the pocket was an old-fashioned remedy against rheumatism that modern research has proved to have a scientific basis.

See?  Potato I have.  It was a thing.  More…

Ladies in former times had special bags or pockets made in their dresses in which to carry one or more small raw potatoes for the purpose of avoiding rheumatism if predisposed thereto.

They had pockets sewn in their dresses TO HOLD THE POTATOES.  They carried ONE OR MORE raw potatoes.  Now, importantly, this wasn’t something you did for just anyone.  You had to be predisposed.  The ad would go like this:

“If you have a family history of rheumatism, ask your doctor if carrying a potato might be right for you.”

Now we have a chance to duck back and revisit that whole “scientific basis” thing.

Successful experiments in the treatment of rheumatism and gout have in the last few years been made with preparations of raw potato juice. In cases of gout, rheumatism and lumbago the acute pain is much relieved by fomentations of the prepared juice followed by an application of liniment and ointment.

All right, then.  So, the use of potato juice can impact rheumatism if ingested.  That has a scientific basis.  But there’s no basis cited for a potato in the pocket having a “scientific basis” for curative powers.

Point is, you can find something like that and drill down and learn something which is both interesting and essentially trivial and of no use in everyday life.  Problem is, in a book like this, where there’s about 10 references on every page with the same kind of depth, you might read around one chapter a year.  Compromises have to be made.

But not on the potato.

 

Ulysses: Hello, Leopold Bloom!

The_ButcherShop_TinSign_largeI have finished ‘chapters’ 4 and 5, and by jove I might be getting the hang of this thing. Or probably not. I have a feeling that this book is going to keep me on my toes.

Chapter 4 is ‘Calypso’ where we meet Leo and his wife Molly Bloom. They are an interesting couple, let me say that. Leo has a penchant for ‘the inner organs of beasts and fowls‘. Here is the line that made me laugh and cringe at the same time:

Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

If that doesn’t conjure up some senses for you, I can’t help you. Joyce really knew how to paint a (scented) picture.

This chapter was relatively easy to follow along with. Molly is some sort of singer who likes to lounge in bed. Leo (as mentioned above) likes organ meat. They have a cat. Molly has some sort of lover who writes letters to her at her house. Turnabout is fair play, as they say. Leo has a female friend that he is writing letters to – under his fake name – Henry Flower. Wait! I just got that….Flower….Bloom. Boy am I dim.

Anyhoo….these two chapters basically are about Leo going about his morning routine, feeding the cat, going to the butcher to get a kidney for breakfast, and getting ready for a funeral at 11:00.

Here is my fear, we are only 70 or so pages into the book at it’s already 11:00 am novel time – what’s going to happen for the rest of the day that takes 600 more pages to relate! <insert scared face emoji here>

Here is what Joyce is a master of – this stream of consciousness thing. I mean, duh! I remember in high school (or university) the teacher speaking about this and learning that’s what Joyce’s style is. And I was like, yeah cool. In my advanced age, I feel like I have a better understanding of what that means. I still think it’s cool, even after all these years. Here is the thing, you get in your car and drive to the grocery store, get out of your car and go shopping. Your mind is off in about a million different places during that time. Oh apples, I need to get some, remember that apple pie that my mom made that was so delicious, and onions, I need one of those too, I need to remember to do the laundry when I get home, do I need laundry detergent…..and so on. (See, I’m no James Joyce.) But you get the drift. Our minds don’t work in a linear way, and I think he really gets to the heart of that. And to me, it’s fascinating.

As BJ mentioned in his potato post, there are tons of references, allusions, and other (I guess you could say) easter eggs in the book. And that’s great if you want to pick through them an understand it. I think, (and I am also hoping) that if you can just get in the current and ride the waves of words and let them wash over you, you can actually enjoy it.

 

Pretender of Pretenders

IMG_SandymountStrabd1461Remember two posts ago…all the brave talk about how “hard ons should be gotten honestly or they shouldn’t be gotten at all” and how Ulysses is words on a page, nothing more?

In Joyce’s words…

Pretenders of pretenders, then and now.

So, as referenced in Barb’s post, chapter two was not unreadable.  In fact, it was mostly dialogue and actually was relatively easy to track.  It was Chapter 3 where the pretenders were exposed.

It’s rough.  Following Barb’s advice, I read the analysis in The New Bloomsbury first and then went to read the text.  This was not especially successful if by that you mean “not successful.”  So I was reduced to reading a section of TNB, then a section of the book, and then back and forth until I got to the end.

One of the problems is that the third chapter is entirely (or 98%) inside Stephen’s head, and Joyce means to capture what goes on inside someone’s head, which is a messy and distorted set of memories and associations climbing over one another on their to the surface.

The Chapter is named Proteus.  I did a little refreshing on my mythology.  Proteus was a proteus_589sea god who knew the truth but had to be captured before he would tell it.  To avoid capture, he was capable of changing his shape to other things…which gives us our current word, protean.

It’s a beautiful association with the sea.  Anyone who has watched the ocean has seen it take many forms and colors.  Joyce is as good as anyone at cataloging the many looks of the sea, ranging from grey to snotgreen.  It’s a wonderful way to capture the mysteries of the ocean.

Daedelus’ goal is nothing less than stripping down the mind’s processes to the bare studs in an effort to finally understand how the mind and the world relate.  He gets as far back to Aristotle’s theory of “forms.”

At one point, he’s trying to flip flop his perception, first “seeing” something as he’s “seeing” it, and then another viewing it as if it were an abstraction, like a painting.  (Have you ever done that?  Picture what you are looking at and wondering how it would look if it were painted, maybe by an early impressionist.  There are apps that do this, too.  See below).

He also questions the very idea of art:

You find my words dark.  Darkness is in our souls do you not think.

In other words, if a work of art is seen as dark, who made it dark…the creator or the viewer.

And we can see how perfectly Protean this all is.  The mind is ever-shifting, between what is seen and what is perceived, once it is filtered through our “soul, shamewounded by our sin.”  Yet truth is in there, but it must be captured first.  Good luck.

I don’t feel too bad about needing help.  I don’t know if it will be necessary for all the sections.  This is unlike anything else I’ve read.  However, beneath the allusions and the invented words and the relentless speed, there’s real genius.

Ulysses Part 1: We needed help

The Three Dancers 1925 by Pablo Picasso 1881-1973I’ve read the next two “chapters” (or whatever they are called) in Ulysses, which means I  finished the first part. Whew. This is one weird book.

The second chapter was fairly straightforward – Stephen went to work where he is a teacher, the kids went out to play some sport, he helped some kid with his homework, then he had a conversation with his headmaster and got paid. Then we got to the third chapter where I was like…..WTF.

As an aside, BJ had researched the book and how to read it and came across ‘The New Bloomsday Book’ that is a companion to Ulysses. So we got it. I decided that I was going to try to read each chapter without help and then consult the Bloomsday. So I’ve been reading it after the chapters to see if I was close at understanding them, and I was, kinda sorta.  As they say, best laid plans…

About halfway through chapter 3, I tapped out and read the Bloomsday companion. The challenge with this chapter is that it’s pretty much an internal dialogue from Stephen. On the upside, it made me feel better about my own mental state and internal monologue. (That Dedalus dude has some issues!) Reading the companion for this one really helped. Like BJ’s experience re-reading chapter one after reading the companion, it went much more smoothly.

I know that I have a soft spot for Joyce, but I really do think he is a master craftsman. Much like I feel about Picasso. He had to be a master artist to be able to deconstruct his work enough to pull off cubism. And I think Joyce is the same. He is a master at words and crafting them to tell a story and that’s how he gets to write this book. He had to be able to understand language enough to deconstruct it and cobble it back together. His ability to paint a picture with words, is in my mind, extraordinary. I give you these sentences, as Dedalus is sitting on the beach watching a dog:

The dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing, on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull. The man’s shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks.

I don’t know about you, but I can hear, smell and see what is happening in that scene. You don’t get to pull that off if you are not a master of words.

The ultimate question of the novel becomes, is it worth it? Does the internal monologues, references to greek mythology and the crafty language build something that has meaning and heft to it. Or is it just showy, intellectual rubbish.

Time (and about 600 more pages will tell).

 

 

Episode One: Eesh

SeapointSo, I’ve finished Episode 1, Telemachus.  Man, it was something else.  I had to read the section twice, with a quick reading of the Episode 1 recap in The New Bloomsday sandwiched in between.

This book earns its reputation for being hard to read.  Honestly, the first reading was like reading a book after all the words were dumped on the floor and slapped back together.  Very confusing and disorienting.  Barb joked by asking how many people were involved in the episode…when that’s where you are on basic facts, it isn’t going to be easy.  The problem is, I think I almost got into a fugue state as a reader–expecting things to be disorienting–but in reality, once you get oriented–once you look for the narrative and not the confusion–the story is actually more direct than it seemed.

So, I had gutted through.  The first section is 18 pages or so and it took me like three separate sittings to get through it.  If you want to call what I did getting through it.  I got to the last word.

Anyway, last night I picked up the New Bloomsday and read the summary of the episode–which is like five dense pages on its own–with the plan of starting episode 2.  Instead, just for fun, I read episode 1 again, and this time I read it like a normal 18 pages…in like 15 minutes, with flow and sense to it and I actually appreciated what people say about the book.  It was energetic and poetic and picturesque.  The use of language and metaphor is truly brilliant.  He can describe the changing sea landscape in more pitch perfect ways than I ever imagined could be done.  More on that later.

So this leaves me with two options.  One is to read the Bloomsday first and then the next episode.  Or, read the episode, and then Bloomsday and then read it again, which, as Barb points out, means I am going to read Ulysses twice.  She mentioned that it might get easier from here on in, now that I have cracked the code, that’s true, it might.

So, for episode 2 I’m going to try and do it the right way and read the text the first time in an uncoached fashion before reading the recap.  We’ll see.

One thing I did notice.  You absolutely have to read and focus on every word.  Lots of us scan/read, but that won’t work here.  The book requires your full attention because major changes drop in two words and in the flow of the narrative, without the signaling we have gotten used to.

On we go….

Summer Reading Project: Ulysses

dublin 1904So, we’re back!  It’s time for the annual reading project…where Barb and I read a very long book that is considered to be unreadable.

The first was War and Peace.  Next, Infinite Jest, followed by The Brothers Karamazov.  This year it’s Ulysses.

I’m not going to lie.  This is the one I am most nervous about.  Ulysses is famously unreadable.  Major authors and literary figures–from Philip Roth to Virginia Woolf–have found it impossible to finish.  JOSE LUIS BORGES couldn’t finish it.  Have you ever read one of HIS books?  When I see it compared to The Waste Land, which I found impenetrable in college, I begin to shudder.

In fact, I re-read the Waste Land as a warm-up last week and it didn’t fill me with confidence.

A moment ago I told Barb that Ulysses is just words on a page…but who’s kidding who?

Of course, it’s no coincidence that we are starting today since it is Bloomsday.  June 16th is literally the day that is captured in the book.

I was reading around trying to find advice on how to read the book. First, as a digression, I found that Joe Biden, Pete Buttererergieg, and Beto O’Rourke (listed here in reverse order of insufferability) have been praising Ulysses.  Which we are not in favor of.  We don’t want to be trendy.

Anyway, my reading found two types of advice on how to read the book.  The first is to have the book open, with a Ulysses-companion on one side and a reader’s companion of literature on the other.

The other is recommended here by British Labour Leader Jeremy Corbyn, who shows a touch for nuanced thought not seen during Question Time.  His advice:

But then “you stop trying to focus on the narrative and start just enjoying the vignettes”.

Or, just let the work wash over you, like a symphony or, more importantly, abstract art.  When you see this….

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you feel what it makes you feel.  You don’t have to understand it.  And putting a bunch of academics between you and the work isn’t respectful of you, as a reader.

As delivered by Robert DeNiro in Analyze This, “a hard-on should be gotten honestly or it shouldn’t be gotten at all.”

Yes, I understand that Joyce has layered the work with a rich set of allusions that I’m likely not to catch.  That’s no crime…the only person to catch them all would have lived in Dublin in 1904.

So, my general practice is to read a section straight through, experientially.  Then, if you like, you can look back and see what was layered inside the section.  You just can’t read four words, look up the meaning and then pick it up again for another four words.  You won’t capture any of the famous rhythm of the book.

gablerWe picked the “Gabler Edition.”  This is a story in and of itself.  Apparently, previous editions of Ulysses contained a lot of mistakes, both from difficulty transcribing the original manuscripts and from Joyce’s lack of proofreading.  So Gabler decided to get a committee together and go through the whole thing line by line and fix what ended up being hundreds of mistakes.

At first, this was well received, but then there seems to have been a backlash about new mistakes being introduced, etc.  So far as I can see, knowledgable (let’s not say reasonable) people disagree, so we’re going to let it ride with Dr. Gabler.

One last thing.  The book is notable for being dirty and censored.  I hope I’m not too dense to find the dirty parts.  As Corbyn said:

You almost feel sorry for the censors who had to read and try and understand it, until they found something they deemed offensive.

No one said it would be easy.

So off we go.