Book Club: Two Lives by Janet Malcolm

Last week, we discussed Janet Malcolm’s book Two Lives, a biography of Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas. As a women’s historian I was looking forward to reading this book even though like most I find Stein’s writing style tedious and dull. However, I was really disappointed as were other members of the book group. Despite reviews that say this book sheds new light on this relationship, there really isn’t anything new or particularly surprising. Stein’s fascism is pretty well known, so the fact that she and Toklas survived WWII because of connections with a wealthy French fascist is not really earth-shattering news. We decided that this book is really more about Malcolm’s position as a biographer, which in many ways resembles the rather arrogant and self-worshiping voice of Stein in The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. Malcolm claims she spent extensive time in the Beinecke Library at Yale, but what she gleaned from the Stein collection is pretty trivial and not well documented (i.e. no footnotes — an automatic “F” for my classes!] In other words, this book suffers from the same flaws and hubris described in Craig Seligman’s article in Salon a few years ago.

Next up: People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks, a writer who has not let us down yet!

Book Club: Eat, Pray, Love

This month, we read Elizabeth Gilbert‘s bestseller Eat, Pray, Love. This selection generated a lot of discussion, mainly because most in the club didn’t like it and some openly hated it. Overall, I liked it although I did find some things annoying. What I liked: Gilbert is a really entertaining, self-deprecating writer. I really identified with her resistance to family and cultural pressures to have children, something I’ve gone through myself. (even feminist friends who should know better have asked me when I’m having children — never! When one of my lesbian friends said, oh you’ll feel different when it’s your child, I told her, well how would you like it if I said you just haven’t found the right man?)

Gilbert’s writing is certainly colorful — her description of the various folks she encounters in her travels reminded me of Peter Mayle’s work. The section in Bali was probably the best part of the book since that’ where you really get a sense of these individuals as people rather than “characters.” The section on India did get a bit tedious (how many times do we need to hear how hard it is to meditate?) but they did make her seem more human.

Some things I found annoying — well, there are some clunky metaphors that made me go “oh please” (e.g. her toxic boyfriend is both her “catnip and kryptonite”) Another book club member also found the ending just a little too “perfect.” Then of course, there’s the fact that she doesn’t have to worry about money. This is an entertaining journey but not one the vast majority of unhappy thirty-somethings can take.

What people hated — one book club member gave the whole dark side of the Ashram and guru described in her story (whom she described as “guru give-me-all-your-money”). Her sister-in-law was one of her devotees and wound up spending all her mother’s savings. Another member couldn’t get very far into the Italy section, finding it just frivolous and silly. The general sense is that while we would love to have Gilbert sit down with us at dinner and tell stories, we really couldn’t understand all the hype this book has received.

Now, on to the important part — the restaurant! We tried the highly-rated new restaurant, Firebox, which is Hartford’s take on the locally-grown craze. The food is really great although a bit pricey and portions are a bit stingy compared to the super-size dishes you get elsewhere. My only complaint is the lack of parking at and near the restaurant. It’s not the best neighborhood for a woman (or man) to walk around alone.

Next month selection: Two Lives, Janet Malcolm’s biography of Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas.

Book Club: Run

This month’s book club was our annual holiday outing to Grants Restaurant in West Hartford. Although the place is really too loud to have a good discussion, especially this time of year, their desserts are so great it’s worth it!

Oh, yes, the book. This month we read Ann Patchett’s latest novel, Run. I was looking forward to reading this since I’ve loved her other books. I was not disappointed, although this is more sparely written than her other books. Although the set up for the plot seemed a bit contrived, and the sequence with the ghost just didn’t make sense, overall the interaction between the characters and the trajectory of the novel worked for me. Doyle naming his two adopted sons after Tip O’Neill and Teddy Kennedy, while silly, also reveals his desperation to fulfill his failed political aspirations through his son. Interestingly enough, the others in book group who enjoyed the book, like me, do not have children. The two members with (grown) children found the relationships between parents and children unbelievable and annoying. Wonder if this is a pattern among other readers.

What is “Normal Sadness”?

I took my periodic look at The Saltbox, written by my colleague in the English Department, and noticed that he his latest contribution to Bookslut is an interview with Christopher Lane, author of Shyness: How Normal Behavior Became a Sickness (Yale UP, 2007). I think there are legitimate concerns about the overmedicalization of everyday behavior (note I’m not using the term “normal” for reasons I’ll explain in a moment).

Allan V. Horwitz and Jerome Wakefield make a similar argument in The Loss of Sadness: How Psychiatry Transformed Normal Sorrow into Depressive Disorder.

Now, one of the first principles of disability studies is a critique of the medical model, i.e one that postulates that disability is a “sickness” in need of a “cure” — this is where I think both these books are valuable. At the same time, though, by making a sharp distinction between “normal” behaviors/feelings/etc, and “disorders,” these books seem to reinforce the medical model’s classification of mentally ill individuals as an “other” distinct from the rest of humanity. What exactly is “normal” sadness anyway? Does fear of being labelled “abnormal” or “disordered” prevent individuals from seeking therapy? [related note: I’ve heard that Cherolle Brown is now alert and seems to be doing better, thank goodness!]

Book Club: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

It’s been a busy week, so I’m a week late in writing up the latest book club selection, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. Despite the fact that I know almost no Spanish, I did not find the frequent passages in that language to be distracting — like Michael Chabon’s book, this simply made the voice seem more authentic. Choosing to make Oscar an overweight, D&D playing, nerdy budding sci-fi writer was a great choice (speaking of busting stereotypes about Latino males). Although I wish more time had been spent on Oscar, the multiple stories of the various family members were fascinating and compelling. As with just about any novel we read that’s set outside of North America, I feel a need to get up to speed on the history and geography of the region (at least I can find the DR on a map, I think).

One club member did find the profanity and frequent use of the N-word off-putting (she is Jamaican of English descent). I think Diaz is able to get away with it but I do see how some readers would find it a turn-off.

Finally — the meal. Instead of our usual trip to a local restaurant, Jill cooked us a great brunch at her home using her great collection of fine china (“finer things” club indeed!)

Book Club: Loving Frank

This month’s book club selection was Loving Frank by Nancy Horan. The book is a fictionalized version of Frank Lloyd Wright’s relationship with Mamah Borthwick. [if you don’t know the story, don’t go to the Wikipedia entry — it spoiled some of the book for me] I was unfamiliar with this story despite being a U.S. women’s historian. Overall I thought the book was a great read. She does an excellent job of capturing the period without being boring. Mamah is a compelling character — Horan is able to present the dilemmas women of her generation faced. At the same time, Mamah’s attempts to find her own voice and negotiate romance and motherhood have a lot of relevance for today’s women.

I also learned some new things, especially about Ellen Key — I was only familiar with her book, The Century of the Child, not her feminist writings. I wonder if Key was as much of a jerk as she comes across in this book!

There were a few things I didn’t like — some parts dragged a bit, especially the parts with Key who again does not come across as very likable or even all that interesting. The ending is also rather abrupt (won’t spoil it here). I would have liked to have more material on Mamah’s relationship with her sisters and best friend (in fact the material on college women and the problem of “after college, what” was the most interesting part of the book for me).

A book club entry would not be complete without a review of the restaurant — Masala Indian Bar & Restaurant, onMain Street (where Low Country used to be). This has to be the best Indian food I’ve ever had (of course I’ve never been to India). It’s a bit pricey, but the preparation and presentation are well worth it. Subtle flavors, not as greasy as what you typically get. Will definitely go back, although will try to find a place to park near the Atheneum since the valet parking is quite expensive!

Book Club: Yiddish Policemen’s Union

Our choice for book club last week was Michael Chabon’s Yiddish Policemen’s Union. Several of us were big fans of his earlier work, especially the Pulitzer Prize-winning The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Compared to Adventures, this book is something of a mixed-bag. I thought Chabon was very successful in creating an alternate history and peopling it with believable characters and atmosphere. In this sense, I liked this better than Roth’s The Plot Against America (which we read a few years back). I found the use of Yiddish terms challenging but important to creating this fictional world. It would have helped to have had a glossary though — another book club member who is Jewish and is familiar with Yiddish although not fluent agreed that this was tough going at times. I wasn’t satisfied with the ending but overall found this to be an enjoyable read — an interesting take on the organized crime genre, with Orthodox Jews filling in for the standard mafioso. Could easily see this as a film. Any suggestions on whom to cast?

Book Club: Absurdistan

Last night, my book club (well three members, including me) discussed Gary Shteyngart’s novel, Absurdistan. The votes were one big thumbs up, one big thumbs down, and me somewhere in the middle. What I liked: well, the surreal and ludicrous characters and setting. It reminded me quite a bit of Catch 22 (and just as I was thinking that to myself, the author mentions the name Joseph Heller!). The continual digs at the pretentiousness of academia, both factual (Hunter College), and fictitious (“Accidental College”), were especially entertaining and unfortunately almost true to life. I also liked the author’s creation of a satirical alter-ego, Jerry Shteynfarb (author of “The Russian Arriviste’s Hand Job”). I also loved the political satire, which again reminded me of Heller. His attempts to illustrate middle East religious conflict using fictitious Christian sects, rather than Muslims, was brilliant as well.

The downside — I did find the book somewhat repetitious at times, and not all the humor worked for me. It’s not for the squeamish or those who don’t like extremely lewd humor. So, three out of four stars — liked it a lot, didn’t love it.

Note to other members: all three of us ordered Mediza’s excellent chicken tagine, and also were able to come up with exact change in cash at the end instead of the usual cluster of credit cards. Will wonders never cease?