Best reading in 2014

December 11, 2014 at 3:27 pm (Best of 2014, Book clubs, Book review, books, Mystery fiction)

Please note: the following are my favorite reading experiences of the year and are not necessarily books published in 2014. Simenon’s Night at the Crossroads came out in 1931. They Were Counted, the first volume in the Transylvanian trilogy of Miklos Banffy, also appeared in the 1930’s, although it was not translated into English until the late 199o’s. Originally published in 1965, John Williams’s Stoner went largely unnoticed. And yet it has had its champions down through the years, and now, in our era, its greatnesss has finally been acknowledged.

Count Miklos Banffy de Losoncz of Hungary  1873-1950

Count Miklos Banffy de Losoncz of Hungary 1873-1950

John Williams  1922-1994

John Williams 1922-1994

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I’d like to say thanks to the various book groups that I attend (often but not faithfully). Several of their discussion selections are on this list. I might not have  read these books otherwise.  (I’ve designated them with an asterisk.)

For a printable text only version of this list, click here.

This is a bifurcated list, as you can see. It just came together that way, as I was working on it.
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Enjoyable and worthwhile:

Nonfiction

Bernard Berenson: A Life in the Picture Trade by Rachel Cohen

The Mad Sculptor: The Maniac, the Model, and the Murder that Shook the Nation by Harold Schechter

Little Demon in the City of Light: A True Story of Murder and Mesmerism in Belle Epoque Paris by Steven Levingston

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Crime fiction

Three Can Keep a Secret  and Proof Positive by Archer Mayor

Dark Waters by Robin Blake. Although this second series entry did not have quite the same impact as A Dark Anatomy, I still enjoyed it. I look forward to number three, The Hidden Man, due out in March of the coming year.

No Man’s Nightingale by Ruth Rendell. A Wexford, and as excellent as its predecessors.

*China Trade by S.J. Rozan

*Cocaine Blues by Kerry Greenwood. A pleasant surprise. I expected a negligible bit of frippery and got a great deal more. And these are the novels that have given rise to the delightful series, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.

The Devil’s Cave and The Resistance Man by Martin Walker

The Snowman by Jo Nesbo

Only the Dead by Vidar Sundstol. This second installment in Sundstol’s Minnesota Trilogy was not what I expected. For one thing, it is probably the most static crime novel I’ve ever read. The writing is lush to the point of gorgeousness, but there are several very disturbing scenarios as well. And so I recommend this (deceptively short) book with a certain amount of caution, and I would definitely read Land of Dreams first. (See below)
The Ravens, the third and final novel in this trilogy,  is due out in April of next year. Vidar Sundstol writes these novels in Norwegian, his native tongue. He is most fortunate in his gifted translator, Tiina Nunnally.

By Its Cover by Donna Leon

Night at the Crossroads by Georges Simenon. Penguin is in the process of reissuing all the Maigret novels in new translations. The project began in January with Pietr the Latvian. Currently the schedule for publication runs through February of the coming year. So far I’ve read The Late Monsieur Gallet, The Yellow Dog, and Night at the Crossroads. The third was definitely the best. I believe that the writing and plotting gain strength as the series goes forward.

From the first, Simenon delighted in the study of the females of the species and their effect on their male counterparts:

For a woman can be lovely without being alluring, while other, less classically beautiful women unfailingly inspire desire or sentimental feelings
Else aroused both: she was at once woman and a child, creating her own aura of voluptuous attraction. And yet, whoever looked into her eyes was astonished to find her gaze as limpid as a little girl’s.

This from a man who, in his dotage, claimed to have slept with some ten thousand women! (See “Would You Believe It” by Mark Dawson in The Guardian.)

 Fiction

The Weight of Water by Anita Shreve

Clever Girl by Tessa Hadley

*The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin

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Outstanding – Best of the best

Nonfiction

A Mysterious Something in the Light: The Life of Raymond Chandler  by Tom Williams

 BloodRoyal  Blood Royal: A True Tale of Crime and Detection in Medieval Paris by Eric Jager. An absolutely riveting read.

Eric Jager, Professor of English at UCLA

Eric Jager, Professor of English at UCLA and author of The Last Duel and Blood Royal

A Spy Among Friends: Kim Philby and the Great Betrayal by Ben Macintyre

*The Good Nurse: A True Story of Medicine, Madness, and Murder by  Charles Graeber

True Crime: An American Anthology, edited by Harold Schecter

The Family Romanov: Murder, Rebellion, and  the Fall of Imperial Russia by Candace Fleming

 Rendezvous1  Rendez-Vous with Art by Philippe de Montebello and Martin Gayford. Many are the gifts bestowed on me by these two renowned and eloquent art historians. Here are but a few [click to enlarge]:

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Duccio di Buoninsegna

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Peter Paul Rubens

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Jean Honore Fragonard

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Frans Hals

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Jacopo Tintoretto

More on this marvelous book at a later time. Meanwhile, here are the authors in conversation with Charlie Rose:

 Crime fiction

Land of Dreams by Vidar Sunstol

*An Officer and a Spy by Robert Harris

Sandrine’s Case by Thomas H. Cook

Black Lies, Red Blood by Kjell Eriksson

After I’m Gone by Laura Lippman

The Stone Wife by Peter Lovesey

The Late Scholar  by Jill Paton Walsh, based on characters created by Dorothy L. Sayers

The Minor Adjustment Beauty Salon by Alexander McCall Smith. Mma Ramotswe yet again, displaying her unerring intuition and just as importantly, her signature warmth, kindness, and compassion.

512f-nFy3PL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_  A Famine of Horses by P.F. Chisholm. Written twenty years ago, this is the first in a series of mysteries featuring Sir Robert Carey and set during the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First. I’ve been hearing about this book for years and always meant to give it a try when I was next in the mood for historical fiction. Lately I’ve been in that mood a lot. It was brought to my attention not long ago that A Famine of Horses was available for Kindle download at a most attractive price. (It still is.) I acted accordingly.

I was so completely enchanted by Patricia Finney’s gem of a novel that I segued immediately into its sequel, A Season of Knives. (This is something I almost never do.)

The Robert Carey novels are currently available from Poisoned Pen Press, which does so much good work on behalf of quality crime writing. In her entry in They Died in Vain: Overlooked, Underappreciated and Forgotten Mystery Novels, Barbara Peters, venerable founder of the Poisoned Pen Bookstore and editor-in-chief of the eponymous publishing house, observes the following:

This series has everything one could want: carefully crafted, clever, challenging plots, a great setting in the border country between England and Scotland, and characters drawn from (Elizabethan) life or wholly from Finney’s imagination….
So well transported are we that any interruption becomes unwelcome and we must follow the twists and turns of the plots to the end.

In her introduction to A Plague of Angels (fourth in the series), Diana Gabaldon puts it this way:

…Chisholm’s Sir Robert Carey novels are the sort of books that cause one to rush out of the house and leave the supper burning for fear of finishing one after the bookstore has closed and the others are out of reach. And the main reason for this addictive readability is the way in which complete matter-of-factness meets historical picturesqueness, thus resulting in a thoroughly convincing illusion of reality.

Here’s an exchange between Carey and his chief Lieutenant Dodd, on the subject of Queen Elizabeth, whose court Carey has lately vacated for the post of Deputy Warden in the borderlands:

Dodd struggled for a moment, then gave in. “What’s she like, the Queen?”
Carey raised an eyebrow. “Well,” he said consideringly, “a scurvy Scotsman might say she is a wild old bat who knows more of governorship and statecraft than the Privy Councils of both realms put together, but I say she is like Aurora in her beauty, her hair puts the sun in splendour to shame, her face holds the heavens within its compass and her glance is like the falling dew.”
“You say that do you, sir?”
“Certainly I do, frequently, and she laughs at me, tells me that I am her Robin Redbreast and I’m a naughty boy and too plainspoken for the Court.”
“Christ.”
“And then I kiss her hand and she bids me rise and tells me that my brother is being tedious again and my father should get up to Berwick and birch him well, and that poor fool of a boy Thomas Scrope apparently wants me for a deputy in the West March, which shows he has at least enough sense to cover his little fingernail, which surprised her, and what would I say to wasting my life on the windswept Borders chasing cattle-thieves.”
“What did you say, sir?” Dodd asked, fascinated.
Carey’s eyes danced. “I groaned , covered my face, fell to my knees and besought her not to send me so far from her glorious countenance, although if it were not for the sorrow of leaving her august presence, I would rejoice in wind, borders and cattle-thieves, and if she be so hard of heart as to drive me away from the fountain of her delight, then I shall go and serve her with all my heart and soul and try and keep Scrope out of trouble.
Despite himself, Dodd cracked a laugh. “Is that how they speak at the Court?”
“If they want to keep out of the Tower, they do. I’m good at it and she likes my looks, so we get on well enough. And here I am, thank God.”

I cannot tell a lie: I am seriously at risk of falling in love with the dashing, amorous yet always courtly Sir Robert Carey!

Fiction
(where, among other worthies, two of my favorite authors once again outdo themselves)

They Were Counted by Miklos Banffy

Stoner by John Williams

American Romantic by Ward Just

*Sparta by Roxana Robinson

The Unknown Bridesmaid by Margaret Forster

The Children Act by Ian McEwan.

Some Luck by Jane Smiley

*The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd

Jane Smiley

Jane Smiley

Ian McEwan

Ian McEwan

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The triumph of Amsterdam’s Rijksmuseum!

December 1, 2014 at 2:55 am (Art)

After a renovation that took an unprecedented (and apparently unanticipated) ten years to complete, the Rijksmuseum, one of the worlds greatest treasure houses of art, finally reopened in April of last year.  In this video, Queen Beatrix is seen taking part in the opening ceremony.  (This was her last official act before abdicating in favor of her son Willem-Alexander.)

And this flash mob is one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched it over and over again since I first came upon it several days ago.

What a fabulous celebration of some of the world’s greatest art!

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With the passing of P.D. James, the end of an era

November 27, 2014 at 10:16 pm (books, Mystery fiction, Remembrance, The British police procedural)

9781400096473 The first Adam Dalgliesh novel I read was A Taste for Death, published in 1986. I remember little of the actual plot except for the crime described early on in the book. The author’s depiction is both shockingly out of place and totally bewildering. I was later to learn that James makes frequent use of this kind of scenario, to wit:

I think it was W.H. Auden who said that there is the potential for more horror in that one single body on the drawing room floor than there is in a dozen bullet-riddled bodies down Raymond Chandler’s mean streets. That one body is out of place: It’s shocking because it’s in the wrong place. We don’t associate murder with the vicarage drawing room. I use that quite a lot, that contrast between the awfulness of the deed and perhaps the beauty of what’s surrounding it. We get it with the murder in Cambridge in high summer, in “An Unsuitable Job for a Woman.” We get the bodies in the church in “A Taste for Death,” brutally murdered in what is, after all, a holy place.

(from a 1998  Salon Magazine interview )

Here is the actual quote from W.H. Auden’s 1948 essay, “The Guilty Vicarage:”

In the detective story, as in its mirror image, the Quest for the Grail, maps (the ritual of space) and timetables (the ritual of time) are desirable. Nature should reflect its human inhabitants, i.e., it should be the Great Good Place; for the more Eden-like it is, the greater the contradiction of murder. The country is preferable to the town, a well-to-do neighborhood (but not too well-to-do-or there will be a suspicion of ill-gotten gains) better than a slum. The corpse must shock not only because it is a corpse but also because, even for a corpse, it is shockingly out of place, as when a dog makes a mess on a drawing room carpet.

In a 2012 interview with The Guardian, mention is made of the possibility of W. H. Auden writing some verse especially for James to insert into one of her novels, attributing it to her poet/detective Adam Dalgliesh. The idea never bore fruit, though James notes with justifiable pride that “Auden loved detective stories – he always read my books.”

The other thing I remember from that reading of A Taste for Death is more subtle. I’d describe it as the sense of something more elemental at work in the pages of the novel, a deeper quest into the very essence of human nature. In other words, the mystery was eventually solved, but not the Mystery. (I encountered similar elements in The Pale Horse by Agatha Christie. In Agatha Christie’s Secret Notebooks, Christie scholar John Curran says of this novel that it evokes “……a genuine feeling of menace over and above the usual whodunit element.”)

At any rate, we who love crime fiction owe a debt of gratitude to P.D. James, a writer whose elegant style, masterful storytelling, and singular characters have for decades kept us engrossed, entertained, and edified. It was a life well lived, and a body of work that will stand the test of time.

A mist lay over the valley, so that the rounded hilltops looked like islands in a pale-silver sea. It had been a clear and cold night. The grass on the narrow stretch of lawn under her windows was pale and  stiffened by frost, but already the misty sun was beginning to green and soften it. On the high twigs of a leaf-denuded oak three rooks were perched, unusually silent and motionless, like carefully placed black portents. Below stretched a lime avenue which led to a stone wall, and beyond it a small circle of stones. At first only the tops of the stones were visible, but as she watched, the mist rose and the circle became complete. At this distance, and with the ring partly obscured by the wall, she could see only that the stones were of different sizes, crude misshapen lumps around a central, taller stone.

(from The Private Patient)

Among my favorites:

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Ave atque vale, Baroness James . You will be sorely missed.

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Phyllis Dorothy James, Baroness James of Holland Park, OBE, FRSA, FRSL  August 3, 1920 – November 27,  2014

Phyllis Dorothy James, Baroness James of Holland Park, OBE, FRSA, FRSL August 3, 1920 – November 27, 2014

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More thoughts on book discussion groups – selections, procedures, and title suggestions

November 26, 2014 at 2:30 am (Book clubs, Book review, books) ()

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Having recently attended two very enjoyable book discussions, I’ve decided to voice a few more thoughts on this subject. Two of the book groups I attend (with some regularity) make their choices by means of a  general shout-out. This occurs every few months – both of these groups meet every two months. Gradually the titles are winnowed down to those few that seem to have the most general appeal. (Nevertheless, there may be at least one person in the room thinking, Oh good grief, I do NOT want to read that! I’ve read  bad reviews /  it’s too long/ that author is overrated/I’ve already tried reading it and couldn’t get past page five, etc. etc. I freely confess that I have been that person, more  than once.)

The third book group – The Usual Suspects, frequently referenced in this space, employs a different procedure for the selection of titles. Just before Christmas, each person chooses a month in the coming year when they’ll be responsible for leading the discussion. That same individual chooses the book to be discussed at that session. Whether or not others approve is immaterial, at least at this stage of the proceedings. We read the book, show up at the appointed time and place – and let fly! (Actually, we’re very civil.)

Of these two methods of choosing, I favor the one practiced by the Usual Suspects. It guards against haggling and impulsive decisions, possibly regretted at a later time. Oh, and one other suggestion: If it’s your selection that’s so to speak under the microscope, don’t start by asking people if liked the book. Instead, dive right in with the particulars. Sometimes a reader who’s formed a not especially favorable opinion of a book finds that same opinion being modified as the discussion goes forward. (This, too, has happened to me.)

Below is a list of books I’ve read in recent months that I enjoyed a great deal and that, in my view, would be good book group choices (or in my case already have been, as indicated by an asterisk):

FICTION

The Unknown Bridesmaid – Margaret Forster

Stoner – John Williams

*Sparta – Roxana Robinson

*The Invention of Wings – Sue Monk Kidd

The Children Act – Ian McEwan

The Weight of Water – Anita Shreve

American Romantic – Ward Just

Some Luck – Jane Smiley

Clever Girl – Tessa Hadley

CRIME AND SUSPENSE

*An Officer and a Spy – Robert Harris

Sandrine’s Case – Thomas H. Cook

After I’m Gone – Laura Lippman

NONFICTION

The Family Romanov: Murder, Rebellion, and the Fall of Imperial Russia

– Candace Fleming

A Spy Among Friends: Kim Philby and the Great Betrayal – Ben Macintyre

*The Good Nurse: A True Story of Medicine, Madness, and Murder – Charles Graeber

JaneSmiley   It’s been a while since I read anything by Jane Smiley. I had a feeling I would like her latest. “Like” is too weak a word. I thought it was terrific. Some Luck is the first in a projected three volume saga of the Langdon family. It begins on a farm in Iowa in 1920. The rural life there is described with such loving care that I wished things could stay the same forever. But of course they can’t – and they don’t.

There was nothing extraordinary about these characters except that they spring from the fervent imagination of a master craftsman. I care so much about what happens to them! I look forward eagerly to the next installment.

{EC75824D-EB1E-4D4D-B9C3-CDAD55D25451}Img400  The Unknown Bridesmaid seems, indeed, to be all but unknown. I sought it out on the basis of a review in The New York Times. The reviewer, Michelle Wildgen, calls it “a mesmerizing, unsettling novel.” Forster tells the story of Julia, beginning with her girlhood, as she becomes increasingly at odds with her loving yet strangely uncommunicative family. I can’t describe the hypnotic effect this story had on me any better than Wildgen does, so I’ll let her do it:

One isn’t always certain what, exactly, there is to fear in the middle-class environs in which Julia grows up, but no matter how mundane the event, the atmosphere is electric with significance.

(Click here for the full text of the review.)

I’d love to lead a discussion of this novel. This would give me a perfect reason to reread it, which I want to do anyway.

 

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A Tale of two book discussions

November 16, 2014 at 2:47 am (Book clubs, Book review, books, Mystery fiction)

 

heroichistorymainFirst, AAUW Readers:

Sue Monk Kidd’s luminous novel opens with this sentence:

There was a time in Africa the people could fly.

And  how, in the early 1800s, the blacks of South Carolina wished they could take wing and escape their imprisonment in that cruelest of conditions,  chattel slavery. This “peculiar institution” – what an absurd euphemism! – is justly loathed for its forced labor, debased living conditions, and a host of other terrible impositions on the human spirit.

This novel is based on the true story of Sarah and Angelina Grimké, two sisters from antebellum South Carolina. Raised in opulent surroundings, they rebelled against a way of life that depended for its very existence on the work of slaves. Eventually they broke with their family and headed north, seeking shelter and making common cause with Quakers and other staunch abolitionists.

But this novel is equally the story of the daily lives of the slaves themselves. Hetty – also known as Handful, because she is one – is Sarah’s counterpart in the world of bondage. This is a spirited young woman, whose spirit is tested daily by the oppression which she has no choice but to endure. There are many reasons to be outraged by the living conditions imposed by slavery, but what The Invention of Wings also makes painfully clear is how circumscribed the life of a slave was, how devoid of meaningful occupation, how constricted the horizon. Enforced illiteracy was the capstone on this cruel edifice.

Not surprisingly, our discussion of this novel was impassioned. Some in the group had, in the past, lived in the Carolinas; their observations were illuminating, even surprising. Related reading was suggested; Jean’s mention of Song Yet Sung by James McBride sparked an interest in almost all who were present. Just before coming to the meeting, I’d found a program on the Abolitionists that can be viewed on the PBS site. The film opens with the (briefly told) story of Angelina Grimké.

This novel left me sadder and wiser; in addition, reading it was also an enraging experience. I’m at a loss to understand how a purportedly civilized people could ever have convinced themselves that it was acceptable to live this way.

Slavery tainted and debased all who were confined within its strictures. During a fraught interaction with Handful, Sarah experiences this unwelcome flash of self-knowledge:

I saw then what I hadn’t seen before, that I was very good at despising slavery in the abstract, in the removed and anonymous masses, but in the concrete, intimate flesh of the girl beside me, I’d lost  the ability to be repulsed by it. I’d grown comfortable with the particulars of evil. There’s a frightful muteness that dwells at  the center of all unspeakable things, and I had found my way into it.

This is what she and her sister had to battle against, both in the world around them and in their own hearts. And as for Handful, she had her own battles to fight. When she sees herself and fellow slaves listed as possessions – with dollar amounts beside their names! –  in the record books of her “Masters,” she reflects:

Goods and chattel. The words from the leather book came into my head.We were like the gold leaf mirror and the horse saddle. Not full-fledge people. I didn’t believe this, never had believed it a day in my life, but if you listen to white folks long enough, some sad, beaten-down part of you starts to wonder. All that pride about what we were worth left me then. For the first time, I felt the hurt and shame of just bring who I was.

Thanks are due to the AAUW Readers for a lively and stimulating afternoon. As for The Invention of Wings, it’s great book for discussion. A great book, period.

Sue Monk Kidd

Sue Monk Kidd, author of The Invention of Wings

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72139-cover  Second, the Usual Suspects:

Published in 1961, The Haunted Monastery is the fifth entry in Robert  van Gulik’s Judge Dee series. The character of Judge Dee is based on an actual person. From Wikipedia:

The Judge Dee character is based on the historical figure Di Renjie (c. 630–c. 700), magistrate and statesman of the Tang court. During the Ming Dynasty (1368–1644) in China, a “folk novel” was written set in former times, but filled with anachronisms. Van Gulik found in the 18th century Di Gong An (Chinese:狄公案 Pinyin: dí gōng àn, lit. “Cases of Judge Dee”) an original tale dealing with three cases simultaneously, and, which was unusual among Chinese mystery tales, a plot that for the most part lacked an overbearing supernatural element which could alienate Western readers. He translated it into English and had it published in 1949 under the title Celebrated Cases of Judge Dee.

The subsequent (and original) Judge Dee tales took their impetus from van Gulik’s initial act of translation.

Anne M., our discussion leader, provided us with this fascinating background material and much else besides. To begin with, Robert Hans van Gulik was an extremely gifted and accomplished individual. Born in the Netherlands in 1910, he spent his  early years in the Dutch East Indies, where his father served in the army as a physician. In 1923, his family returned to the Netherlands, where he completed high school, went on to university and eventually obtained a doctorate. His areas of specialization were all located in East Asia.  His professional life was spent in the foreign service. In fact, he had come to love all things Chinese, mastering the language and learning to play the guqin,  described as “a zither-type stringed instrument dating back to remote antiquity.” (See R.H. van Gulik and the Qin for more on this.) In 1943,  he married Shui Shifang, a college educated typist at the Dutch legation in China and the daughter of an imperial Mandarin. (More information about the life and work of Robert van Gulik can be found at Judge-Dee.info.)

As The Haunted Monastery opens, Judge Dee and his entourage are traveling through the mountainous region of Han-yuan. Soon they are overtaken by a violent storm and the axle of their coach vehicle is broken. Judge Dee sees no recourse but to seek shelter in a nearby religious community. This is Morning Cloud Cloud Monastery, a Taoist establishment. The Judge’s First Lady Wife – there are three of them – opines that it will be interesting to see the interior of the monastic complex. Her husband replies dismissively: “There isn’t much to see….It’s just an old monastery.” Needless to say, events prove otherwise.

When the party present themselves at the entrance, albeit unannounced, the Judge and his party are courteously received by the Prior. They are provided with nourishment and rooms in which to stay the night. And almost at once, mysteries begin to unfold, beginning with a bizarre scene  inadvertently witnessed by Judge Dee:

The window in the wall of the building opposite stood open; across the dividing space of six feet or so he looked into a dimly-lit room. He saw the broad back of a man wearing a close-fitting iron helmet who was trying to embrace a naked woman. She covered her face with her right arm, where the left should have been there was only a ragged stump. The man let go of her and she stumbled back against the wall. Then the wind tore the hooks of the shutters from Judge Dee’s hands, and they slammed shut in his face.With an oath he pushed them open again, but now he saw nothing but a dark curtain if rain.

The Haunted Monastery, with its plethora of dramatis personae,  its tangled plot – or should I say, plots – and the complex yet claustrophobic setting, was a challenging read.  For our edification, Anne provided us with a comprehensive list of characters; in addition, she had formulated wise and provocative discussion questions. She seemed to have an almost effortless command of every twist and turn in the story.

Our discussion ranged far and wide, in some cases raising questions that could only be answered by further research. We were particularly interested in Taoism and Confucianism, both of which play an important part in the narrative. The monastery is Taoist; the Judge is Confucian. Here are his ruminations on the Taoist faith:

“The question is, Tao Gan, whether we are meant to discover the mystery of life, and whether that discovery would make us happier. Taoism has many elevated thoughts; it teaches us to requite good with good, and bad also with good. But the instruction to requite bad with good belongs to a better age than we are living in now, Tao Gan! It’s a dream of the future, a beautiful dream — yet only a dream. I prefer to keep to the practical wisdom of our Master Confucius, who teaches us our simple, everyday duties to our fellow-men and to our society. And to requite good with good, and bad with justice!”

I liked Frank’s comment to the effect that while reading The Haunted Monastery, he had the feeling that the prose style was in some way distinctively Chinese. A reviewer on Goodreads makes a similar observation with regard to The Celebrated Cases of Judge Dee:

One aspect of books and reading that I don’t often consider is the extent to which storytelling is a cultural form, often arising out of long-standing tradition. Modern American writing has such an emphasis on telling a good story as well as innovation in characterization and world-building that I forget about traditional forms. The manuscript of Celebrated Cases of Judge Dee is the product of an extensive tradition in Chinese detective storytelling.

In his Translator’s Preface to The Celebrated Cases of Judge Dee,  Robert van Gulik enumerates the characteristics of that tradition. I’ve not been able to find this Preface online, but I did find a helpful summary of van Gulik’s main points on Wikipedia:

  • the detective is the local magistrate who is usually involved in several unrelated cases simultaneously;
  • the criminal is introduced at the very start of the story and his crime and reasons are carefully explained, thus constituting an inverted detective story rather than a “puzzle”;
  • the stories have a supernatural element with ghosts telling people about their death and even accusing the criminal;
  • the stories are filled with digressions into philosophy, the complete texts of official documents, and much more, making for very long books;
  • the novels tend to have a huge cast of characters, typically in the hundreds, all described as to their relation to the various main actors in the story.

Very few of these tales have been translated into Western languages. It was Robert van Gulik’s wish to remedy this situation to some small degree by his own efforts. Wanting very much to bring the character of Judge Dee to life for readers in the West, he then set about writing original stories that would achieve this goal. In the process he brings to life a time and place so remote as to seem like the stuff of dreams. And yet these people, with their dreams, desires, and disappointments, seem to some extent not so very different from us. (In The Haunted Monastery, one must make an exception, of course, for the last character on Anne’s list: “A Bear.”)
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I highly recommend the spoken word version of the Judge Dee mysteries as performed by

Frank Muller. 51QAvvfwmaL._SL500_SY344_BO1,204,203,200_ I listened to them quite some time ago on audiotape, and I don’t know if they’ve ever been made available on a more current format. If not, tant pis; they are quite wonderful. (I own The Phantom in the Temple and would be happy to loan it out. Remember, though: you’ll need a cassette player!)

**Thanks once again to Anne for her lucid and meticulous presentation. It was masterful.**

Robert van Gulik illustrated the Judge Dee novels with his own line drawings. These two appear in The Haunted Monastery:

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Judge Dee 1-M

 

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Robert van Gulik plays the guqin

 

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Robert Hans van Gulik 1910 – 1967

 

 

 

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Tis the season to be thankful…

November 4, 2014 at 9:33 pm (Family)

And I have so much to  be thankful for:

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Etta as Red Riding Hood

 

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Welles Samuel passed the one year mark in September; Etta Lin turned four last month.

These videos, taken recently at a playground in Chicago on a beautiful sunny day, seemed to me to constitute an apt metaphor for the tricky art of parenting: When to help, when to hold on – and when to let go.

 

And my wonderful son and daughter-in-law make it look easy!

 

 

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Oh, to be in Oxford….The Late Scholar by Jill Paton Walsh, based on the characters created by Dorothy L Sayers

October 30, 2014 at 8:40 pm (Anglophilia, Book review, books, Mystery fiction)

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Visible from the cupola is a southerly vista of extraordinary beauty. Fist the little Gothis lancets on the roof of the Bodleian; then the large rounded mass of the dome on the Radcliffe Camera, which convinces the eye at once that every city should have a dome; then the airy Gothic spire of the university church, St. Mary the Virgin, the square tower of Merton. And Tom Tower off to one side and beyond it all in every direction soft and gently rising vistas of green hills.

This view of Oxford, seen from the cupola of the Sheldonian Theatre, is at that moment being taken in by by Harriet Vane and her son Paul. Harriet Vane, that is, aka the Duchess of Denver. Paul is one of two sons she has had with her husband Lord Peter Wimsey.

Peter has been called to St. Severin’s, a (fictional) college at Oxford, to mediate a dispute that has arisen among the fellows of the college. When he arrives upon the scene. one of his earliest discoveries is that the Warden of the college has gone missing. In fact, he has been missing for weeks, and there’s been almost no action taken to ascertain his whereabouts. Ergo, there’s already a mystery brewing. The fellows themselves are evasive; the signs are troubling. In classic detective fiction fashion, things get far more dire before any kind of resolution presents itself.

If you’re thinking that I’m being deliberately vague about this novel’s plot, I plead guilty. I finished several weeks ago, and I would be hard pressed to provide any details concerning the crimes and the subsequent investigation. What has stayed with me, however, is the pleasure I derived from being in the company of Lord Peter and his beloved Harriet. In addition, I enjoyed tracking down the classical and poetical allusions that flowed freely in this novel – even one this poignant:

VEN such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
These proved to be  the opening lines of “Even Such Is Time,” a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, which I intend henceforth to cherish:
VEN such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days:
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
(Found on Poetry Archive)
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There are occasional reverences to the original Sayers novels. In this scene, Peter experiences a turmoil of feelings upon his return to Oxford:
Peter was far from immune to this bitterly intense nostalgia; he too had lain in a punt with his friends on more than one dewy morning, and heard the song, and adjourned to eat breakfast cooked on a campfire in the meadow below the bridge. Thinking of punts he remembered sleeping in one, overcome with weariness, while Harriet watched him, and when he awoke something unspoken and irrevocable had happened between them.
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Here is that same scene, from the novel Gaudy Night, told from Harriet’s point of view. As Peter dozes, she makes a minute study of his face:
The flat setting and fine scroll-work of the ear, and the height of the skull above it. The glitter of the close-cropped hair where the neck-muscles lifted to meet the head. A minute sickle-shaped scar on the left temple. The faint laughter-lines at the corner of the eye and the droop of the lid at its outer end. The gleam of gold down on the cheekbone. The wide spring of the nostril….
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And so goes on this remarkable catalog, until one wishes to jump up and shout ‘Woman, you are so in love with this man – Give it up already!’  (And, so she ultimately though not immediately, does.)
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Finally, there is the novel’s wonderful sense of place – and what a place! Oxford, “city of dreaming spires,” so called by the poet Matthew Arnold. I have only been there once – in 2006 – but I long to return….
The Dining Hall at Oxford's Somerville College. Our tour group had the honor of lunching there.

The Dining Hall at Oxford’s Somerville College. Our tour group had the honor of lunching there.

The famous Bridge of Sighs, modeled on the original in Venice

The famous Hertford Bridge, more commonly known as the Bridge of Sighs

The famous Eagle and Child Pub, est. 1873 and still going strong  [That's me, in the center, wearing sunglasses and a red sweater set.]

The famous Eagle and Child Pub, est. 1873 and still going strong (That’s Yours Truly, in the center, wearing sunglasses and a red sweater set.)

Meeting Colin Dexter, creator of Inspector Morse, was a highlight of the tour.

Meeting Colin Dexter, creator of Inspector Morse, was a highlight of the tour.

Shrewsbury  was the stand-in for Somerville College in Gaudy Night. (Dorothy L Sayers  earned her degree from Somerville.) Early in the novel, as Harriet Vane is arriving at her alma mater, she reflects on the terrible ordeal of having being tried for murder some years earlier (as described in Strong Poison). Her graduation from Shrewsbury is  an immense source of comfort, pride, and strength:

They can’t take this away, at any rate. Whatever I may have done since, this remains. Scholar; Master of Arts; Domina; Senior Member of this University (statutem est quod Juniores Senioribus debitam et congruam reverentiam tum in privato tum in publico exhibeant); a place achieved, inalienable, worthy of reverence.
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Jill Paton Walsh has thus far written four novels that serve as a continuation of the story of Harriet Vane and Peter Wimsey:

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Of these, I’ve only read the first and the most recent. You can probably gather from what I’ve written that I thoroughly enjoyed The Late Scholar, and I recommend it, especially to those who, like me, relish crime fiction that hearkens back to a more genteel era.

I seem to recall Jill Paton Walsh stating that after reading Gaudy Night, she was fired with a desire to attend one of the Oxford Colleges. (She graduated with honors from St. Anne’s College in 1959.) She’s also the author of  mysteries featuring Imogen Quy, a nurse at St. Agatha’s College, Cambridge.  There are only four entries in this series, the last, The Bad Quarto, having been published here in 2007. I wish she’d write more; I really enjoyed them.

Jill Paton Walsh

Jill Paton Walsh

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The Paying Guests, by Sarah Waters

October 15, 2014 at 12:26 pm (Book review, books)

2082108  I had almost decided not to write about this book at all. But it is due to be returned to the library – overdue, in fact – and has at present a whopping 155 reserves on it. And so, here goes….

Having very much enjoyed Waters’s The Little Stranger, I was looking forward to this, her latest work. You probably know what’s coming, and yes, I was to a fair degree frustrated with this novel. Clocking in at 564 pages, it was too long. Now for me, that is not a hard and fast rule. Wolf Hall was almost exactly the same length, and I’d hoped it would never end.

The Paying Guests begins with a description of the lives of Frances Wray and her mother. They are living in extremely straitened circumstances. The year is 1923 and Britain is still reeling from the terrible losses sustained in the First World War. The Wrays themselves sacrificed two young men, brothers and sons, to  that conflict.

Now they are simply trying to keep their heads above water. They have let their servants go and have made whatever other economies they can. Frances is doing all of  the  housework herself. It is grueling work, but offers a certain grim satisfaction:

She worked briskly and efficiently, taking her brush and pan from the drawing room to the top of the stairs and making her way back down, a step at a time; after  that she filled a bucket with water, fetched her kneeling mat, and began to wash the hall floor. Vinegar was all she used. Soap left streaks on the black tiles. The first, wet rub was important for loosening the dirt, but it was the second bit that really counted, passing  the wrung cloth over the floor in one supple, unbroken movement…There! How pleasing each glossy tiles was. The gloss would fade in about five minutes as the surface dried; but everything faded. The vital thing was to make  the most of the moments of brightness. There was no point in dwelling on the scuffs.

And so it goes, day after day, until Frances and her mother decide to take in boarders. They could use the money. And so, enter Leonard and Lilian Barber, a young couple in need of affordable lodgings. They are the eponymous Paying Guests. At first, the arrangement seems suitable for all. But in actuality, the appearance of the Barbers on the scene presages a whole host of problems – problems that culminate in catastrophe.

In the main, The Paying Guests is a passionate love story, and one of my chief problems with the narrative was that the raptures of the lovers were dwelt upon at such length that I wanted to cry out, “Okay! I get it! They’re crazy about each other!” I don’t want to say any more for fear of giving away too much. I readily concede that Sarah Waters is an excellent writer; she vividly evokes the privations and losses suffered by many of the English in the wake of the Great War.. It’s just that in my view, some judicious editing would have done this novel a world of good.

 

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“She had come alive for him, a recognizable human being from seven centuries ago.” – The Stone Wife, by Peter Lovesey

October 13, 2014 at 6:54 pm (Anglophilia, Book review, books, Mystery fiction, The British police procedural)

I finished this a while ago, but the pleasure of Peter Lovesey’s ingenious plotting and witty dialog has stayed with me. As is frequently the case with books in this series, the opening scene delivers a palpable shock, with sudden violence erupting in an ultra civilized venue.

Chaucer on horseback

The novel is enriched with the lore and legend of Geoffrey Chaucer. The eponymous stone wife is, in fact, a sculpted figure purportedly of the Wife of Bath, one of the more memorable, one could  say more colorful, of the pilgrims who inhabit The Canterbury Tales. As Peter Diamond’s investigation progresses, one of the more important witnesses to emerge is the murder victim’s ex-wife. She proves to be a multiply married woman who, as she approaches late middle age, is yet possessed of a healthy libido. She is, in other words, something of a modern day Wife of Bath.

For me, one of the special pleasures of this book was the fact that although most of it takes place in Bath, excursions are made to Bristol. At least one scene takes place at he Clifton Suspension Bridge. I was privileged to see this engineering marvel for myself in 2011. The day was windy, so I declined the guide’s invitation to walk across, but my game husband and several others in our group made the trek.

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Isambard Kingdom Brunel, a diminutive man (just over five feet tall) with outsize ambition and the abilities to with it.

Isambard Kingdom Brunel, designer of the Clifton Suspension Bridge, a diminutive man (just over five feet tall) with outsize ambition and the talent to match

With every new entry, this series just gets better and better. Skeleton Hill, Stagestruck, Cop To Corpse, The Tooth Tattoo - all were excellent.  With The Stone Wife,  Peter Lovesey has once again surpassed himself. As if you hadn’t guessed by now – highly recommended!

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Now We Are Four!

October 8, 2014 at 5:33 pm (Family)

Congratulations to my beautiful granddaughter! (with apologies for being a day late)

Etta Lin

Etta Lin, greatly loved by many!

 

 

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