You know what I feel like doing? I feel like curling up with The Raj Quartet by Paul Scott, all 1926 pages of it, and reading it from one end to the other. I took it out of the library the other day, something I’ve meant to do ever since I watched The Jewel in the Crown, the British TV series that I was obsessed with–I had to watch every single episode (again, taken from my wonderful local library) right through from the beginning to the end of the series. I was so sad when it was over, and I wanted more!

Anyway, I was meandering among the fiction shelves and I saw it–The Raj Quartet. By page nine I was hooked. I felt like I was India. I could feel the heat, see the dust. Oh, what a wonderful way to spend a summer. I put it back on the shelf, though. I am being disciplined, as I have a lot of other reading to do. You all know by now that I am furiously reading award-winning books to choose my list for next season’s book groups.

SEE HOW MUCH I SACRIFICE FOR YOU?

The four books within the quartet are titled: The Jewel in the Crown, The Day of the Scorpion, The Towers of Silence, and A Division of the Spoils.

Oh, and if you haven’t yet seen the television series, RUN, do not walk, but RUN, knocking down everyone in your way, to your local library or video store to procure it. Or I guess you can Netflix it or some other less energetic way of getting your hands on it. Anyway, get it and watch it–you will thank me.

The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz is truly a wonderful book. All my book groups enjoyed it, and the conversations were lively, opinionated, and everyone had something to say. It’s interesting how differently individuals reacted to this book. Some found it angry while others hadn’t seen that part of it. Some found it hilarious although tragic. Some found it depressing. Just about everyone found it to be an interesting read. A real page-turner.

I’ll highlight below some of the points that were made in the various groups. You may or may not agree with them:

This really isn’t Oscar’s story. It’s Yunior’s story. You can hear his voice change, grow, as he narrates the book, and you can watch him change and grow, too. He comes to terms with who he is as a Dominican man.

Although the men acted macho, this story just underscored that it was all an act, a role they were playing, a mask they were wearing. The women were the really strong characters in the story. They were the ones who, although severely restricted to a limited space by the patriarchal society in which they lived, took action when action was called for. The results weren’t always great, but at least they did something.

Lola took on her masks, “performing” to others’ expectations, until she figured out how to be true to herself. Oscar was the only one who didn’t wear a mask, who didn’t play a role, perhaps because he didn’t know how to.

The question of complicity came up. And destiny. How much control do we really have over our lives? How much control must we cede to others? We talked about how Trujillo was a brutal dictator, but the Dominicans helped elevate him to mythological status with their stories about him.

Speaking of stories, and histories, and TRUTH, we talked about the structure of the book, especially the narrator and how he mediated the voices of the other characters coming through him.

What stories do we tell our ourselves? We talked about this, and the reason we tell ourselves stories.

We were all interested in the Macombo (magical realism elements) versus McOndo (gritty, street-wise realism) that are opposed to each other yet work side-by-side in this novel.

Oh gosh, we talked about much more: themes of identity, belonging, the “space in between,” authority–I couldn’t help but view the book through the lens of post-colonialism. And we talked about the brilliance of Junot Diaz. One of my members blurted out that she just so wished she could speak to him–a bit ironic, I thought, as we were talking about authority and how we give it over to others!

Bottom line: Run, don’t walk, to read this book; it’s amazing.

Wow! April is flying by! And I’ve been neglecting my blog! I’m so sorry to all of you–how have you survived? Have you had to turn to other reading? Hmmm, read anything good lately? Hmmm, What Have I Read Lately?

Ask, by Sam Lipsyte. Last time I WHIRLED, I was mid-way through this novel. Well, I finished it, and I would recommend it, sort of. I’d give it say, a 7 out of 10.

Solar, by Ian McEwan. I know the critics have panned it, but I think this novel is the funniest book I have read since Portnoy’s Complaint. Run. Do not walk. Run to get your hands on this book.

Another book, an award-winner, the title of which I am not revealing because it was so good, I am using it for my next season of Literary Masters book groups. Join one of my groups if you want to know which book it is. 🙂

How about you? Are you ready to WHIRL? Let me know what you’ve been reading lately.

I saw the movie “Invictus” a few months ago, and I absolutely loved it. I found the story riveting, and I was surprised that I had never heard about it before. Nelson Mandela, released from 27 years behind bars as a political prisoner in South Africa, is elected the first black president of that country. As civil war between whites and blacks looms, Mandela wants to draw the country together using the sport of rugby as the unifier. The problem is, rugby is seen by South Africans as a “white” sport, symbolizing the apartheid regime and all the evil that accompanied it. How Mandela manages to pull off the impossible is the stuff of fairy tales, and yet this is a true story!

I came away from this movie wanting to know more about this episode in South Africa’s history, and more about the amazing person–Nelson Mandela. So I went to the library and checked out the book that the movie is based on: Playing the Enemy by John Carlin. In fact, since it was my turn to choose the book for my personal book club, my entire group read it, and we all loved it. It’s a bit of a hagiography, but if you can get past that, it really is a thumping good read.

Some of my favorite lines/passages from the book follow. These probably won’t mean a thing to you unless you’ve read the book, but while I put them down here, I’m once again savoring this delicious read.

“If Mandela had learned one thing in prison it was to take the long view. And that meant not being sidetracked by present horrors and keeping his eye firmly fixed on the distant goal.”

“‘Mandela,’ Barnard said, ‘knew how to use his power subtly. It is like comparing old money and new money. He knew how to handle power without humiliating his enemies.'”

“Paballelo was consumed by every detail of the trial. But for the white population of Upington it might have been unfolding in Borneo…Drama works on the premise of a shared humanity with the protagonists. For Upington, Paballelo was dimly lit parallel world inhabited by an alien species; best left well alone.”

“Mandela, as a man of the world rather than a man of one volk, had a capacity the general lacked to penetrate the minds of people culturally different from himself. He knew when to flatter and soothe (Niel Barnard spoke of Mandela’s ‘almost animal instinct for tapping into people’s vulnerabilities and reassuring them.’); he knew when he could go on the offensive without causing offense…”

“‘There was a cause-and-effect connection between the Mandela factor and our performance in the field,’ Du Plessis said…”

“The Argus then listed the five “key factors” that enabled rugby to become ‘a unifying catalyst’: Mandela’s vociferous support for ‘our boys’ and his wearing of the Springbok cap; Archbishop Tutu’s public support; the rugby team acting in concert with the ‘One Team, One Country’ slogan; the team’s success on the field; the singing of the new combined anthem and the waving of the new flag.”

“Mandela’s weakness was his greatest strength. He succeeded because he chose to see good in people who ninety-nine people out of a hundred would have judged to have been beyond redemption…Mandela zeroed in on that hidden kernel where their better angels lurked and drew out the goodness that is inside all people…By appealing to and eliciting what was best in them…he offered them the priceless gift of making them feel like better people, in some cases transforming them into heroes.”

WOW.

Yesterday the shortlist was announced for the Lost Man Booker. Now, I know all of you are well aware of the prestigious Man Booker Prize, but some of you may not know of the Lost Man Booker. In a nutshell–evidently in 1971 the rules for the Man Booker were changed; the prize became an award for literature produced in that year instead of a retrospective prize. In addition, the announcement of the winner moved from April to November. So, there were some novels from 1970 that fell through the cracks and were never considered for the Man Booker Prize that year.

Are you following this?

This literary lapse is being rectified this year, and the best part is–YOU are the judge! Well, you and lots of other readers–around the globe. Now it helps if you’ve read the books–and I am chagrined to say that I’ve only read one on the list. Still, there’s plenty of time for the others before the polls close on April 23rd.

Here’s the link to the shortlist and the voting sheet:

http://www.themanbookerprize.com/news/vote

Pssst, tell me–which one are you voting for???

There’s an interesting article in this past week’s Guardian–the British paper I love to read–in which the Chair of the Orange Prize, Daisy Goodwin, laments the dearth of feel good literature (my words) in this year’s stack of books vying for the prestigious prize. Here’s the link to the article:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/mar/17/misery-orange-prize-judge-authors

A woman from my personal book group always accuses me of considering only depressing books as true literature. In my defense, I don’t really think that; there are plenty of ‘feel good’ books (sorry–I haven’t had enough coffee this morning to come up with a better description) out there that are worth reading. However, I do feel that the human condition is a mix of light and dark (I agree with Ms. Goodwin there) and the world is full of darkness that must be faced–which the very best books do. There’s usually some redemptive quality, however, even if it’s in the work an individual does to bring purpose to one’s life–I am thinking Heart of Darkness, for instance.

Ms. Goodwin “accused publishers of ‘lagging behind what the public want’, of not getting that readers do want pleasure and do want enjoyment when they read.” Well, yes, and actually, I think I want different things from reading, depending on my mood, but by and large I want a) a great story, b) something that moves me (is this another way of saying something I can relate to?), and c) something that makes me think.

How about you? What do you look for when you’re reading?