Saint Martin’s Summer…book review

Saint Martin’s Summer…book review

the good folks prevail

 

 

Book review:

Saint Martin’s Summer

 

by Rafael Sabatini (1875-1950)

Pinnacle Press, 1909

270 pages

 

Saint Martin’s Summer, published in 1909, is a historical romance. This is Sabatini’s signature style. Think of it as a very high-toned beach book…

Spoiler alert: if you think you’re going to get a big helping of heaving bosoms and sweaty ravishment, maybe you should pick another book…

If you are familiar with Sabatini’s novels or his genre, you already know that knowing the ending—that is, anticipating with confidence how the good folks will prevail—is not necessarily an obstacle to full enjoyment.

Consider my most recent reading of Saint Martin’s Summer.

Grenache is the diffident, honorable cavalier sent by the Queen in Paris to contrive the rescue—effect the “enlargement,” do you love the language tones as I do?—of Valérie, the sweetest damsel you can imagine, from her desperate affairs of the heart in the godforsaken backwater of Dauphiny.

The designing Dowager, the feckless Seneschal, the callow son (Marius), and the worldly and unfaithful son (Florimond)—and believe it or not, too much money and power—round out the cast and the motive forces in Sabatini’s completely predictable and marvelously fulfilling mainstay of Romance literature.

Did I mention love? In Saint Martin’s Summer, you will relearn the potency of plighted troth, the lonely loyalty of unrequited love, the degradation of love in the minds of the loveless, the blossom of unexpected love in the heart of a forlorn girl, and the slowly rising heat of first love in the nobly bewildered and barren soul of an older man, who suddenly realizes that he can welcome a better life with an eager bride who is suddenly ready to be a woman.

I guess, technically, I had to mention “spoiler alert” at the beginning of this review. If you’ve read this far, I think you normally don’t pay attention to spoiler alerts, or, in this case, you didn’t mind.

I like to re-read Sabatini (e.g., Scaramouche) because I know how the stories are going to end,

I know what the lovers are going to say,

and I like the way Sabatini tells a story.

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Here’s my first take on Saint Martin’s Summer, after my first reading:

Jason Bourne would be bored in Dauphiny.

Dauphiny is a sleepy, rural French province, but there is occasional sword play, and some moat diving, so Bourne wouldn’t be bored all the way to tears…

Let’s just face up to it, in your classic Romantic novel about 18th century French dowager marquises and blundering bounders and dashing heroes and cherishable maidens and fat, simpering seneschals, you’re going to get more talk than titillation, and more argument than action. So be it.

Sabatini deftly creates his tale of principled, introspective people trying for success, both villainous and otherwise.

His characters have deep appeal—they’re always trying to do the right thing, or at least trying to do a bad thing the right way…e.g., Grenache knows he must save the girl, and he knows he will love her deeply…

They care deeply—about the ones they love, about their success in a milieu that maximizes opportunity for deception and ultimately minimizes the prospect of getting away with a betrayal or self-dealing or moral weakness.

Sabatini is a colorful storyteller,

and he tells a great story about things that count.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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iambic pentameter, a sample…my poem

iambic pentameter, a sample…my poem

a better way to say…

 

 

In search of…

 

I wish I had a better way to say

the things I really want to hear today.

Alas, I don’t, and there’s the rub, you see?

The words I want won’t blossom here for me.

 

April 6, 2015

Sayin’ it the iambic pentameter way…

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Forced Founders

by Woody Holton

The so-called “Founding Fathers”

weren’t the only ones

who helped to shape our independence…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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All of Us: The Collected Poems…book review

All of Us: The Collected Poems…book review

dry tears, is all…

 

 

Book review:

All of Us: The Collected Poems

 

by Raymond Carver (1938-1988)

American poet, short story writer

386 pages

 

Repeat after me: à chacun son goût.

This is my first experience with Carver’s poetry.

I’ll say this right out: I do not disdain Carver’s poems, neither do I feel any urge to read them again.

He didn’t bother with the lyric voice. Don’t look for any sparks. Occasionally, one will feel moved to dry tears.

Carver offers a monochrome oeuvre. It’s prose in disguise. In some dusty corners Carver is included in the loosely defined group of poets who write so-called “dirty realism.” Think Bukowski (but Carver isn’t as strident as Bukowski, not nearly as imperious as Bukowski).

Carver’s poetic efforts are better than dirt, but what he writes really isn’t poetry in any flavor that appeals to me.

à chacun son goût

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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“the trees lean in…”…“woodward,” my poem

“the trees lean in…”…“woodward,” my poem

yesterday’s trail…

 

 

woodward

 

The mystic mess

   of leaves and twigs

      and fractured stones,

no trace of steps,

the trees lean in

   to shade

      the vestige of a path,

there is the jumble

   of shapes no one has touched,

the water of each season

   knows its way,

the damp persists

   in darkened earth,

scant colors fleck

   the sombre tints,

a jewel of nature’s wont…

 

February 16, 2024

 

A view from the Woodland Crossing-Oakleaf link at Linden Ponds, Hingham, MA

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Seven Gothic Tales

by Isak Dinesen,

lush and memorable stories…

click here

As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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A Sense of Wonder (book review)

A Sense of Wonder (book review)

Milking cows and dad music…

 

 

Book review:

A Sense of Wonder:

The World’s Best Writers

on the Sacred, the Profane, & the Ordinary

 

Edited by Brian James Patrick Doyle (1956-2017)

Maryknoll, NY: Orbis Books, 2016

192 pages

 

If Brian Doyle thinks you’re a good writer, ‘nuff said.

Most likely you’ll recognize at least a few names among Doyle’s collection of “the world’s best writers.”

In A Sense of Wonder, you can go straight to Mary Oliver (“Do You Think There Is Anything Not Attached by Its Unbreakable Cord to Everything Else”), or Pico Iyer (“A Chapel Is Where You Can Hear Something Beating Below Your Heart: I Came to the Chapel at the University as the Light Was Failing…”), or Paul Hawken (“Healing or Stealing? The Best Commencement Address Ever”), or, of course, Doyle himself (“The Late Mister Bin Laden: A Note”).

I especially like Connor Doe’s “Perfect Time: A Note on the Music of Being a Dad,” and if you’re not a dad, and you read it, you’ll start wishing right away that you could be one.

My choice for best “feel good” selection is
“An Elevator in Utah: On How Children Make Despair Look Stupid.”
Reading it creates the strangest urge to learn how to milk cows.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

   about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

click here

 

My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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reach out, “touch the music,” my poem

reach out, “touch the music,” my poem

that toe is tapping…

 

 

touch the music

 

The horn is a sweet river

   of hot icing,

sprites chase the notes,

toe tapping just happens,

the sax galumphs

   and then it’s power and pout

      and plaintive moan

         and tickled scales,

a raft of rhythms that pushes through

   to almost endings,

the growly sax can make a joy

   to bounce inside our ears,

all dulcet, warm, and lazy…

 

January 26, 2024

 

easy listening in the Fireside lounge on a Friday afternoon

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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