Because of how long the articles on here take me to write, I'm going to try and write 50-100 words about every book I'm reading. Not reviews, per se, just impressions and notions. They should go up once a week or so. There should be a cover shot, but the internet is currently defeating me.
So - Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver.
My husband picked this up (in the first edition) for a quid at a book sale at a Whole-food shop. To be honest, it's the sort of place I'd expect to find a Barabara Kingsolver novel. I expect her to be popular with the politically aware, generally hippy crowd that frequent the place. After all, I exist on the fringes of that particular clique myself.
I do like Kingsolver's work. She is a gentle writer, but an unflinching one. Her concerns in this novel are similar to Atwood's in Oryx and Crake, but rather than a bleak, dystopian vision, we are presented with a tender novel of hope. Still, there is no sentimentality here, simply warmth and perspicacity written with great beauty and skill.
This is probably my favourite of her books since I first encountered her work in Animal Dreams. Powerful and convincing, it has a maturity that her earlier works (The Bean Trees) can lack, while returning to that American soil and political intensity that I have always thought lends her work its greatest impact. Yes, this is a moral book, but its morality is of a distinctly secular flavour.
The story tells of the coming of the coyote in mountains where the native red wolves were hunted to extinction centuries before. It is a novel about the subtleties of ecology, of pesticides, of people and cultures at odds with each other, of invasive species and keystone predators. Her themes are wonderfully interwoven, her symbolism elegant. As I have come to expect from her, she is careful and sympathetic when portraying views other than her own, but she has a commitment to what might be called a 'left-wing agenda'- one with which I can only agree, being generally left wing myself.
I do wonder how it would play out for a person less steeped in Permaculture, less than convinced of evolution, or mankind's destructive impact on the environment than myself, but I would say without hesitation that it is the best novel I've read so far this year.
That's a lot more that 50-100 words, isn't it? Damn.
Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl was rather less wonderful. The concept is clever, the writing sharp and clean, but much of the 'message' and many of the assumptions left something of a bitter taste. To avoid spoilers, I shan't go into too much depth, but the implication seemed to be that false accusations of rape are common, respecting your children turns them into sociopaths, and that neglectful man-boys who don't listen to what you say really are the best partners heterosexual women can find. Bollocks to it.
Song of Kali, sadly, is another dud. A pity, because the Fantasy Masterworks series that published it also introduced me to the inimitable John Crowley. In its favour, this contained a few moments of delightfully done horror, and Dan Simmon's prose was generally elegant. Unfortunately, I was mostly battered by the flagrant orientalism, the blindingly obvious 'horror twists!' and the fact that it should have ended about six chapters before it did. I had a similar problems with Drood, which I didn't realise was by the same author until afterwards.
If I get a chance, though, I might return to Song of Kali in a longer post.
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