Romantic historical fiction…don’t you love it?

Romantic historical fiction…don’t you love it?

Romantic historical fiction

   doesn’t get any better…

 

 

Consider the art of Rafael Sabatini (1875-1950)

Novelist extraordinaire

 

Sabatini was a popular writer during his lifetime, when his trademark works of romantic, principled historical fiction were more accessible and more acceptable. If you haven’t read Scaramouche, you have deprived yourself. You will feel yourself to be a better, more lavishly happy person after you read it for the first time. There is the occasional swordplay in his novels, however, I warn you, most of the time his characters do nothing but talk. I think that’s all you need for a book review.

My interest here is to share a sample of his ingenious and engaging prose. This is from Saint Martin’s Summer….in fact, these are the first two paragraphs of the first chapter:

“My Lord of Tressan, His Majesty’s Seneschal of Dauphiny, sat at his ease, his purple doublet all undone, to yield greater freedom to his vast bulk, a yellow silken undergarment visible through the gap, as is visible the flesh of some fruit that, swollen with over-ripeness, has burst its skin.

“His wig—imposed upon him by necessity, not fashion—lay on the table amid a confusion of dusty papers, and on his little fat nose, round and red as a cherry at its end, rested the bridge of his horn-rimmed spectacles. His bald head—so bald and shining that it conveyed an unpleasant sense of nakedness, suggesting that its uncovering had been an act of indelicacy on the owner’s part—rested on the back of his great chair, and hid from sight the gaudy escutcheon wrought upon the crimson leather. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and whether from that mouth or from his nose—or, perhaps, conflicting for issue between both—there came a snorting, rumbling sound to proclaim that my Lord the Seneschal was hard at work upon the King’s business.”

 

Maybe that’s all you need for a book review.

Eat your heart out, John Grisham.

 

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On this website you can read: my poetry in free verse and 5-7-5 format—nature poems, love poems, poems about grandchildren, and a spectrum of other topics—written in a way that makes it possible for you to know, as precisely as possible, what’s going on in my mind and in my imagination; thoughtful book reviews that offer some exceptional critique of the book instead of a simple book summary; examinations of history that did and didn’t happen; examples of my love affair with words; reflections on the quotations, art, and wisdom of famous and not-so-famous people, and occasional comments on politics and human nature.

Your comments on my poems, book reviews and other posts are welcome.

 

Book review—an exotic book

by Robert Louis Stevenson,

reminding us that

“many waters cannot quench love”

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Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

you know this country…

 

 

Book review:

     The Bartender’s Tale

 

by Ivan Doig (1939-2015)

Riverhead Books, Penguin Group (USA) Inc., New York, 2012

387 pages

 

If you’re an Ivan Doig fan, like me, this one will easily endear itself to you. It’s Ivan Doig-ish and it’s about a 12-year-old boy growing up with his father, in a saloon, in Gros Ventre, a likable-enough town with likable-enough people in Two Medicine country, in Montana, where the sheep are. If you’re an Ivan Doig fan, you sort of know this kind of country.

Spoiler alert: it ain’t This House of Sky. Pause. Repeat, for effect.

On the other hand, 12-year-old Rusty is a magnet for life experiences, he is a perceptive if sometimes innocent observer of what life crams into his young world, he ingenuously feels the first throbs of grown-up sadness, young love, careless aspiration, and fear of life-changing events that he sometimes only clumsily understands. Rusty is the kind of character that Doig understands.

Rusty’s relationship with his dad grows and changes from the first page to the last—for me, this plot thread is at least as compelling as the boy’s fantastic and wonderfully articulate transition from kid to person. Rusty learns from Tom even when Tom isn’t teaching, even when Tom is struggling with mysteries himself. Rusty listens in on Tom’s grown-up and sometimes overwhelming life, especially in the back room of the Medicine Lodge saloon….and the back room is stage center for Rusty and Zoe, his 12-year-old consort in young love and great adventures.

On the other hand, you see, The Bartender’s Tale is about a whole lot more than Rusty, and Tom, and Zoe. Too much more, I dare to say. For my taste, Doig gives us too many secondary characters who have primary roles, too many plot turns jumbled together, and too many momentous surprises, and here I’m trying sincerely to avoid using the distasteful word “contrived” but I think I can’t quite help myself….

Of course, I realize this sounds a bit like the Emperor telling Mozart that his music has “too many notes.” Forgive me.

Mostly I loved The Bartender’s Tale. Really, I couldn’t put it down. Really. Repeat, for effect.

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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The wisdom of Dr. Seuss

The wisdom of Dr. Seuss

beyond Green Eggs and Ham…

 

 

“Don’t cry because it’s over.

      Smile because it happened.”

 

Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss) (1904-1991)

American writer, poet, cartoonist

 

This is Dr. Seuss, “The Cat in the Hat” guy, you know.

He’s known for his outrageously good stories for kids of all ages.

So, really, for me, his quote doesn’t seem very “Green Eggs and Ham“-ish, but still there’s a Seussian feel to it, I’m sure you didn’t have any trouble immediately thinking of an example, I sure didn’t…

It made me think of some current research in neuroscience that I’ve been reading about, specifically involving memory and experience…here’s a typical scenario:

The orchestra is just about wrapping up a most entrancing performance of Bernstein’s West Side Story melodies, when a careless booby in the audience struggles for nearly half a minute to dig his loudly ringing cellphone out of an inner pocket…you’re tempted to say that this toweringly annoying interruption has “ruined” the concert for you, but the researcher points out that it only ruins your memory of the concert, in fact you thoroughly enjoyed it right up to the very end…

It was good for you, remember that it was good for you…smile because it happened.

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Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

If you’re looking for

highly stoked eroticism

and high-rolling lives

that throw off sparks when they touch,

look elsewhere.

by Robert Waller

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The Go-Between…romance and deception

The Go-Between…romance and deception

An admonition about the past …

 

The wisdom of L. P. Hartley

 

“The past is a foreign country:

          they do things differently there.”

L. P. (Leslie Poles) Hartley (1895–1972)

 

This is the celebrated first line of  The Go-Between, Hartley’s novel of Victorian romance and deception published in London in 1953. It can mean whatever you make of it.

I take it as an admonition…one must try to be aware of the unique and partly (perhaps completely) inaccessible context that framed the actions and outlooks of those who did things we think we’re interested in. It’s not easy to think and feel as the Romans did…

The 1970 movie with Julie Christie and Alan Bates is a genuinely throbbing, set-your-teeth-on-edge rendition of the book…give the book or the movie a try.

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Puppy space

…if dogs could write poems…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days

by R. F. Delderfield

A beloved teacher,

        you know this story…

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