Book Review: The Ha-Ha

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Title: The Ha-Ha
Author: Jennifer Dawson
Pages: 154
Genre: Fiction (first published in 1961)
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

What is a brilliant young woman who lacks the knack of existing to do with her life? That is the question this powerful, short book by Jennifer Dawson poses to the reader. The title, The Ha-Ha, refers to a wall and the surrounding small patch of grass that acts as a point of separation between a mental hospital and the world outside. Josephine, our heroine, spends much of her time there, avoiding the issues of her life. Lacking an identity, she feels no more affinity to her name than to the clothes she wears. She was a student at Oxford before she had a mental breakdown.

In the course of Josephine’s recovery, a nun in charge of her ward takes a special interest in her, stopping in for chats and leaving small gifts of sweets when she leaves. The nun gets Josephine a job in the nearby town cataloging books for an elderly couple. The reader feels the irony of the situation: Josephine neatly organizing books when she can’t find her own place in society. The story is interspersed with Josephine’s reminisces about her difficult mother who died in a tragic fire.

After running into an old schoolmate, she attends an engagement party and has a difficult time assimilating herself to those around her. The schoolmate knows how to navigate society, telling everyone that she was leaving her so-called management course (in reality, a job putting candy bars into boxes) to get married. But Josephine doesn’t know how to tell little social lies to fit in. She can’t hide who she is, and so she seems to fail.

She meets Alasdair, a resident of the neighboring men’s ward of the mental hospital, in the ha-ha. Alasdair appreciates her inability to fit into a neat place in society. They lounge together after hours in the board room (where the board meets to re-grade individuals, determining whether they are fit for reentry to society) and sneak out some evenings. Josephine is obsessed with the idea of what lies beyond the hill she can see from the window in her room. Alasdair brings her for a trip to the other side of the hill, one that seems to alter her view of the world and things around her. She thinks that she loves Alasdair, but will she spend the rest of her life with him? Or will Josephine succumb to the coddling kindness of the nun who is trying to fit her back in a comfortable box in society?

This book was the winner of the James Tait Black Memorial Prize in 1961, and yet it seems that no other book by Jennifer Dawson is currently in print. This is such a shame since I enjoyed this book so much. It reminded me in some ways of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, another story of a brilliant student who had a breakdown. I’m eager to find other books by Dawson if possible to get better acquainted with her writing. My edition of this book had a brilliant afterword by Dawson, explaining some of her reasoning behind the book, its autobiographical features, and the ways that the treatment of the mentally ill has changed over time.


Book Review: Paladin of Souls

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Title: Paladin of Souls
Author: Lois McMaster Bujold
Genre: Fantasy
Pages: 496
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

To slightly misquote Wuthering Heights, whatever our souls are made of, this book’s and mine are, unfortunately, not the same. I chose to read Paladin of Souls because of the unique premise: a quest novel featuring a middle-aged heroine named Ista. I don’t usually read fantasy novels, so, rather than being interested in the plot, I had to lean rather heavily on characterization to make it through. If I hadn’t cared at all about the characters, I probably wouldn’t have bothered to finish.

First, the positives. Bujold is an excellent writer. The characters were mostly complex and interesting. The story begins with Ista contemplating her future. Her daughter is married, her husband is dead, and now she is alone in her castle. She longs to have an adventure. For many years, she had been suffering from what was thought to be madness and was locked in a room. As the book opens, she has recovered but is still treated as a liability by those around her. She tries to run away only to realize that she doesn’t know how to do anything and feels as if she is too old to learn. Deciding to set off on a pilgrimage to various shrines around her country, she chooses her own companions rather than those who already know her and have preconceived ideas of how she should act.

In theory, this has potential. However, the change comes too easily. The heroine goes from lamenting her inability to cope with life to somehow being a leader, someone whom other characters turn to in a crisis, without much effort on her part. Perhaps it was buried deep inside her all along, but it seemed as if there was very little growth in between. One moment, Ista is panicking and wondering how she can change. The next, she is competently organizing a pilgrimage on her own terms and calmly sorting out other people’s problems. She rarely struggles, and, in a coming-of-age story (even if it is about a middle-aged woman), that is a problem. I like it when characters figure out how to manage their lives, but it doesn’t make for a good story if they don’t have to work that hard to figure it out.

I’ve read a lot of good things about Lois McMaster Bujold’s writing, so I was disappointed with this novel. Perhaps I started at the wrong place or in the wrong series. This one didn’t grip me, and I probably won’t give her writing another chance until my current reading list is much, much shorter.

Book Review: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

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Title: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
Author: Anne Brontë
Pages: 496
Genre: Fiction (first published in 1848)
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

After reading Jane Eyre as a teenager, I quickly moved on to Wuthering Heights and Villette. But I felt forewarned, by the introduction writers of her sisters’ books, against Anne. She was the less talented little sister. There seemed to be a cacophony of voices telling me not to waste my time reading Anne. Charlotte and Emily were assigned reading at school. Anne was simply Anne, the other Brontë sister. And so, with that reasoning, I avoided The Tenant of Wildfell Hall for many years, until I found a book called The Madwoman Upstairs, which I read and reviewed in October. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall was such an important part of The Madwoman Upstairs that I stopped, held my place with a bookmark, and instead picked up the book by Anne Brontë from the library.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall felt like a mixture between Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, with all of the passion and violence of the former and the feminist slant and intelligent heroine of the latter. It has a complex structure–a diary inside a letter inside a novel–beginning with our first narrator, Gilbert Markham, writing a letter to his brother-in-law to tell a story about his past. He recalls his younger days, flirting with the vicar’s daughter whom he knows wants to marry him, though he only thinks about it half-seriously. When a young widow named Helen Graham moves into the nearby Wildfell Hall with her young son, the town speculates about her past. Despite her chilly initial reception of him, Gilbert gradually wins Helen over, taking long walks with her and her son and asking about her painting. They fall in love, even though Helen remains distant and evasive about her past.

But gossip begins to circulate about Helen and Gilbert’s friend and Helen’s landlord, Mr. Lawrence. Angry and jealous, Gilbert confronts Lawrence and seriously injures him. When Gilbert accuses Helen of being in love with Lawrence, she gives Gilbert her diary to explain the truth about her past. Anne was criticized for her stark depiction of Helen’s alcoholic first husband, his extramarital affairs, his emotional abuse of Helen, and her eventual escape. In a preface to the second edition, Anne explained:

I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.

She had a right to be proud of her final novel. Helen is as independent and strong as Charlotte’s heroine Jane Eyre. The novel is as passionate as Wuthering Heights (and with more likable characters). I adored this book and wish that Anne Brontë had lived long enough to write more novels.

Book Review: The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

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Title: The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
Author: Michael Chabon
Genre: Fiction (first published in 1988)
Pages: 320
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

The narrator of The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, Art, decides to spend the summer after graduation working in a bookstore in Pittsburgh, where he attended university, while avoiding the next steps of his life. His father is some sort of gangster, but it becomes clear fairly quickly that Art doesn’t know precisely what his father does, mostly by design. His father protects him from that life. In fact, Art doesn’t talk about his past much, including the details of what happened to his deceased mother. While in the library finishing one final assignment, he meets Arthur, and they decide to go to a nearby bar to have a drink. Art becomes friends with Arthur’s high school friend, Cleveland, and starts dating Arthur’s co-worker at the library, Phlox.

While working at the bookstore, Art is abducted. He assumes that his father’s disreputable work is finally catching up to him, but the abduction turns humorous in one of the book’s funnier scenes. As the summer progresses, Art’s relationships with those around him grow more complex. Cleveland works as a money collector for a gangster and wants Art’s help getting a better job. Phlox, who unfortunately is never well-developed as a character and is by far the weakest part of the book, believes she is in love with Art. The most interesting part of the story is Arthur, who is gay, and Art’s increasing attraction to him. They spend most of their summer eating lunch together near the Cloud Factory, a mysterious structure that seems to function only to make perfect clouds (and which, in reality, is a boiler plant), overlooking the Lost Neighborhood. Chabon deftly makes the setting as important as the characters, giving each place quirky characteristics.

When you walk across the Schenley Park bridge, there, from the park into Oakland, you pass above the Cloud Factory. What does it do? we used to wonder. Why do these great clouds, perfectly white and clean, white as new baseballs, come out of that building by the tracks?

All of the things about the Pittsburgh landscape that Art is trying to figure out, including the Cloud Factory, mirror his own internal battle to figure out who he is. He has lived most of his life avoiding confrontation. When his father comes into town, he tries to keep his friends firmly separated from his family, but the two worlds start to mesh during the summer of this novel. He and his father have a tense relationship. If his father criticizes him, Art starts to get weepy and sick to his stomach. He hasn’t yet learned to fight back, to make his life his own. He is setting down a path unconsciously, perhaps because he thinks it is something his father would approve of, studying economics when it is clear, while he is writing an essay on Freud, that his interests lie elsewhere. But he learns, from Cleveland and Arthur, how to become more independent.

The Mysteries of Pittsburgh is a very good first novel, not quite as accomplished as The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, which I enjoyed much more. I think this novel would be vastly more engrossing if you were familiar with the places named in the book, the various neighborhoods and landmarks. Thanks to the power of internet searches, it is very easy to see what the Cloud Factory looks like or to see the outside of the library where Art and Arthur met. This is a well-crafted coming-of-age novel, but probably not one that will go on my re-read list.

Book Review: The Madwoman Upstairs

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Title: The Madwoman Upstairs
Author: Catherine Lowell
Genre: Fiction
Pages: 368
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

After reading a few books in a row published over 100 years ago (including The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, a review of which will come later), it was nice to get back into the present day with this literary mystery. Samantha Whipple, our American narrator, is the last living descendant of a sibling of Patrick Brontë, the Brontë sisters’ father, and is the so-called heiress to the Vast Brontë Estate. This estate is non-existent, Samantha tells us, even though the media persists in writing articles about it. The books are in public domain, and nothing valuable has been passed down to her. Still, the name has its advantages, and, during her interview for Oxford, she can tell that the person interviewing her wants to talk about the Brontës. She obliges and finds herself at Oxford, in a room in a freezing, ancient tower that was once used to quarantine victims of the plague.

Since the death of her father, Samantha has come to hate the Brontës and purports to hate the vast majority of writers despite the fact that she is studying English Literature at Oxford. Her tutor, Orville, asks her what the purpose of literature is, and Samantha runs through a list of cliché answers. Orville challenges her, both about her definition of literature and its relation to the world. Orville at first refuses to study the Brontës with Samantha, for reasons he won’t explain, but he eventually relents and they discuss the novels. He is silent on the subject of The Warnings of Experience, which is the only hint Samantha’s father gave her about her inheritance. Having just finished The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, I recognized the reference, even though Samantha does not, and Orville does not tell her until the novel is nearing the end.

There are many literary references, both within and outside of the Brontë canon (Samantha’s father died in a fire, he had a mistress named Rebecca who supposedly died in a boating accident). Catherine Lowell has a good grasp of literature, and her theories about the Brontës are interesting. The only thing that bothered me is that there was a long discussion of the reliability of narrators, and (slight spoiler) in the end Samantha says that she’ll have to write her own happy ending. It made the ending feel more ambiguous than it had to be. I personally like my books to be free of literary theory of that sort; I don’t want to finish a book and wonder if the ending really happened within the narrative or was fabricated by an unreliable narrator.

That said, I still really enjoyed this novel. Samantha is a quirky narrator who may come across as a bit twee, but I related to her more than I was annoyed by her. I enjoyed the dialogue:

“Are there any leading men in your life?”

“Several, but they’re all fictional.”

Samantha is sometimes a bit thick about researching things to get answers (a quick internet search would have led her to the source of The Warnings of Experience, to find out what Orville’s connection to the Brontës is, or even just to find out who has been writing about her in the college newspaper). But I thought the coming-of-age aspects of the novel were excellent. Samantha believes that her father set up a literary scavenger hunt to find her inheritance, reminiscent of clues he would leave for her to find when she was a child. By the end, her growth felt both hard-earned and believable. Overall, this was an amusing book with a lot of quotable passages.


Book Review: The Ladies’ Paradise

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Title: The Ladies’ Paradise (Au Bonheur Des Dames)
Author: Émile Zola
Genre: Fiction (first published in 1883)
Pages: 480
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

After the death of her parents, Denise Baudu arrives in Paris with her two brothers, Jean, who will be starting an unpaid apprenticeship, and Pépé, who is very young and dependent on Denise. She goes to her uncle, who wrote to her that he would help her if she ever needed it merely as a matter of form, not because he truly meant it. Business is not going well with him, and he cannot afford to support his niece and nephews. With no place to stay, Denise gets a job at the Ladies’ Paradise, a department store, as a salesperson in the ladieswear department. Her uncle is unhappy about this; the department store threatens to put him and the other small shops out of business.

The Ladies’ Paradise by Émile Zola is a novel about business and change. The setting is Paris during the mid-19th century, the Second French Empire of Napoleon III, as buildings are being torn down and wide boulevards are being paved. Baron Haussmann is reconstructing the city with his plans for urban renewal, which is still responsible for much of what is considered iconic Parisian architecture today. The small shop owners see change as a hindrance. They see it as the thing which will destroy them. But the owner of the Ladies’ Paradise, Octave Mouret, takes advantage of all of this social change to grow his store into twenty-eight departments and thousands of employees and even more as the novel progresses. He recognizes that, by selling a larger volume of goods, he can sell them more cheaply. The small shop owners specialize and cannot keep up with his pricing, and the customers will go where they can find the least expensive items. Chapter nine particularly has a good description of the way the store is set up, in such a way that it always looks very crowded and so that customers have to walk through other departments to get what they need. Further, Mouret would sell at a loss to get rid of slow-selling inventory and offered returns, so that shoppers wouldn’t hesitate to buy something, thinking they could always bring it back later, concepts still very familiar to modern shoppers.

Denise agrees with Mouret’s business practices and does not hesitate to tell her uncle and his neighbors so. She feels compassion for them and their situations, as their businesses slowly fail, as their shops are taken over by the noise of construction, and as they fall more deeply into debt. However, she thinks that it is only rational for the larger businesses to be successful and for people to buy cheaper goods. She understands business strategy and has ideas of her own. Denise is clever and hardworking. She is thwarted at times by jealous coworkers, rivalries between departments, and by her brother, Jean, who is always getting into scrapes involving women and asking her for money. Perhaps her biggest challenge is that Mouret, who believes that anyone can be bought, is pursuing her. Refusing to be commodified, Denise turns away his advances. Although she loves him, she will not share his affection with others.

I have to admit that I watched the TV series before reading the novel. The characters in the TV series, The Paradise, are kinder and not quite as desperate, the store is smaller, and Denise is more modern and less hesitant to form a relationship with the British Moray/Mouret. The TV series also changes Moray/Mouret by making him largely faithful to his dead wife (a plot point which mysteriously disappears in the second season) and less of a womanizer. Unlike his novel counterpart, he doesn’t view women as merely a group that can be manipulated to buy anything and who can be bought in turn. In that way, the TV series had more likable characters, but the novel was more compelling and complex. It has much to say about business practices, which makes it a fascinating read even today. Denise’s personal courage, her determination to stay true to herself even as others are urging her to accept Mouret, make this a novel that is not just about business but about the importance of differentiating between personal worth and the cost of goods. As parasols and ready-made coats are being sold and the salespeople collect their commissions, Denise refuses to make herself into a commodity. She is not a trinket to be bought with promises of wealth. Instead, she stays true to herself, and that is what I most enjoyed about this novel.

Book Review: South Riding

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Title: South Riding
Author: Winifred Holtby
Genre: Fiction (first published in 1936)
Pages: 502
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

Sarah Burton moves back to the fictional South Riding, in Yorkshire, with an ambitious plan. Having just been appointed the headmistress of the local girl’s high school, she wants to remake it into something spectacular. She was originally from the area, but had moved away, eventually attending university and taking a teaching position in London. But she’s determined not to settle into what might seem inevitable. Sarah wants to form the world for herself. As she arrives back in South Riding, suitcase in hand, she thinks: “I was born to be a spinster, and, by God, I’m going to spin.”

This is a novel about how local government can affect the citizens of a small English town, but it is also about being resolved to make the most of life. While the great institutions are spinning about us, as politicians make plans out of altruism or self-interest, there is Sarah, manipulating the school’s governors into improving the school building. There is Sarah guiding the young girls at her school and teaching them how to go from giggling adolescents to purposeful women. She is adored by the schoolgirls, including Lydia Holly, whose home situation threatens to throw her promising academic career off track, and Midge Carne, daughter of the local landowner, Robert Carne of Maythorpe Hall, the only one of the school’s governors to vote against appointing Sarah as headmistress.

When she arrives in South Riding, Sarah holds a grudge against the gruff, handsome, reserved Robert Carne. Their first one-on-one meeting takes place on a lonely, snowy road with him on horseback, a setting reminiscent of the first meeting between Rochester and his governess in Jane Eyre. Their relationship remains fraught, gradually thawing with each meeting. He has problems of his own; his wife is unwell and has to be kept in a mental hospital at great expense. He fears Midge might be going the same way. Other local politicians are scheming against him, ruining his chances of becoming an alderman in the opening chapter. And the great estate, Maythorpe Hall, is not bringing in the sort of money that will support running it from year-to-year. He is tormented by his past, by the memory of his wife and his behavior towards her.

The cast of characters is large and seems to expand with each chapter. There is the man, a socialist named Joe Astell, who is named alderman instead of Carne. He becomes an ally of Sarah’s, sharing many idealistic beliefs with her. There is also the Alderman Mrs. Beddows, the first woman alderman in South Riding, an indefatigable woman prone to bon mots. She is vocal about her opinions, well-respected by all in the community, and privately nurses disappointments in her personal life. One of Sarah’s favorite quotes is: “‘Take what you want,’ says God. ‘Take it and pay for it.'” Mrs. Beddows wonders, “But who pays?” A note by Holtby at the beginning of the novel serves as an apology to her mother, an alderman very much like Mrs. Beddows, explaining that the character is purely fictional.

South Riding was published posthumously, written by Winifred Holtby while she knew that she was dying. And yet it has a spirit of idealism that I rarely find in literature. Around the middle of the novel, Sarah’s can-do attitude is sharply contrasted with that of a science teacher at the school, Miss Sigglesthwaite. The girls don’t respect her, and she is not capable of inspiring them to learn. She is not unsympathetic, I really felt for her, but she is fighting against life and her personality, in completely the wrong role. Sarah tries to manipulate her into quitting her job. When Miss Sigglesthwaite was younger, she thought about becoming a researcher, but financial circumstances forced her to take a teaching post. She looks at the edge of a cliff as an easy way out–it would look like an accident, as if the ground gave way–but then she reconsiders and decides to go on teaching. She has a pessimistic acceptance of the way things are. Sarah, on the other hand, refuses to accept that the way things are now is the way they must continue to be. She can change the world around her. She takes responsibility for her choices and for the consequences of her actions.

We’re so busy resigning ourselves to the inevitable that we don’t even ask if it is inevitable. We’ve got to have courage, to take our future into our hands. If the law is oppressive, we must change the law. If tradition is obstructive, we must break tradition. If the system is unjust, we must reform the system.

And that is the message the reader should take from this extraordinary novel. The world is ours to shape, if we would but make the effort.

Book Review: The Light Years

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Title: The Light Years (Cazalet Chronicle #1)
Author: Elizabeth Jane Howard
Genre: Fiction (first published in 1990)
Pages: 448
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble

This is another review it has taken me a long time to write. I felt like I should have loved this book, but I was mostly ambivalent about it. The various subplots read like very short stories following one character and then another. The large cast of characters will probably serve the author well in the coming books in the series, but The Light Years seemed like the setup to something else. The end of the book was anticlimactic; it had been building up to World War II, but instead ended with Neville Chamberlain’s appeasement policy. There’s no big event to center the novel, no pivot to connect all of the various threads of the story.

The Light Years, by Elizabeth Jane Howard, begins with a very useful list of members of the Cazalet Family and their households. The elder Cazalets, dubbed The Brigg and Duchy, live in the countryside with their unmarried daughter, Rachel. Hugh, the eldest son, is married to Sybil; Edward, the middle son, is married to Villy; and Rupert, the youngest, is now married to Zoe after the death of his first wife. Zoe isn’t very fond of her step-children, and it remains a mystery for most of the book why they married. He loves her because she is beautiful. She isn’t very fulfilled in her married life. Edward and Villy play the part of a happily married couple to the outside world, but Edward is having an affair and does something so unforgivable during the course of the novel that I can only call him a creep and hope that he doesn’t play a large role in the next book. My favorites were Hugh and Sybil, the only seemingly happy couple.

Between the three brothers, there are a large number of children populating this novel. Describing each of their plot lines would make this an unwieldy review, so just suffice to say that Howard is extremely talented at giving each child a distinct personality and at using the child’s perspective for comedic effect. One of my favorite characters was Miss Milliment, one time governess to Villy and now teacher to the younger generation of girls. She has excellent taste in literature and was one of the most sympathetic characters.

Some plots don’t go anywhere, such as a brief interlude involving Hugh’s maid being fired and conducting a heartless deed on her way out of the house. I suppose the point was that there are some very awful people in the world, but it seemed pointless and unnecessary. I think it’s a sign of how I felt about the book that, months after finishing, the points I can remember most vividly are when the characters behave particularly badly. I liked this book, but I’m not in a rush to read the second book. I will, eventually, but at the moment there are many other books I feel more enthusiastic about in my to-read pile.

Review Fridays: Ted Hughes by Jonathan Bate

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Title: Ted Hughes: The Unauthorised Life
Author: Jonathan Bate
Genre: Biography
Pages: 672
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble 

I spent what seemed like a long time reading this biography, on and off, for the past few months. Jonathan Bate started researching it with the blessing of the late Ted Hughes’s estate, but, before it could be published, his widow didn’t like the direction it was going and decided to withdraw her support. For that reason, it lacks in-depth quotations from Hughes’s work. Bate published a letter in The Guardian newspaper outlining how this changed his finished work. I really wanted to like this biography, in the same way that I really wanted to like Hughes, but failed.

Bate eschews a linear biography in favor of telling the story in an order that he thinks makes sense as it lines up with literary criticism. What comes across, even amid the more lurid details of Hughes’s life, was the immense respect Bate had for Hughes as a poet. However much criticism this biography has received, Bate obviously admires Hughes’s work and has an excellent understanding of it. What was less apparent was what bearing Hughes’s personal life had on the literary parts of the biography. I understood that Bate wanted to tell the full story as he saw it from all of the primary sources he reviewed, but I never could rid myself of the feeling that I was reading two entirely separate works that had been smashed together. Part of it was literary (the best part, in my opinion), and part of it was very disorganized biography.

Hughes was born in Yorkshire, England, and, despite living in other parts of England for the majority of his adult life, seemed to identify most closely with his working-class roots. I think at one point Bate remarks that Hughes’s Yorkshire accent became thicker the more removed he was from his birthplace. Bate portrays him as a child with a deep interest in the natural world around him, the animals and the landscape, and whose passion for nature manifested itself as an adult in fishing trips and in a deep interest in environmental causes. I would have liked to have read details about the latter particularly, and how his interest in the environment impacted his poetry, but this biography focuses much more on Hughes’s other great passion: women.

There are other, better sources to read about Hughes’s tempestuous marriage to Sylvia Plath. Although I am a big fan of Plath, I don’t have a vendetta against Hughes or feel the need to wipe his name off of her gravestone. I hadn’t read much about Hughes before this, beyond what is written in Plath biographies, but Bate’s account gave me the impression that Hughes was merely an extremely handsome (and knew it), indecisive man who never had a problem getting the attention of women. As Bate tells it, Hughes lived very much in the moment, so while he was telling one woman he wanted to set up a life with her one day, and telling another woman the same thing the next week, he was merely living in the moment and really and truly believed what he said to each woman in the moment he said it. One of the positives of this biography is that Bate avoids judging. He presents the facts and lets the reader decide. He doesn’t pontificate on Hughes’s womanizing or offer opinions on the way Hughes handled Plath’s posthumous literary estate.

The closest literary comparison I could think of was Percy Shelley, a biography of whom I reviewed here. Shelley was talented, devoted to political causes, but was inconstant to the women in his life and often treated them poorly. In a sort of reversal of Hughes’s story, he died young and left the job of editing his work to his also very talented wife, Mary Shelley. I wonder if the distance of time will be kind to Hughes, if in a few generations his poetry will be more widely read and appreciated and his personal life overlooked. I do have a better appreciation of Hughes and his poetry after reading this unauthorized biography, but I couldn’t tell you if there are better Hughes biographies to read first. If nothing else, I learned how to pronounce Hughes’s birthplace, Mytholmroyd, correctly.

Review Fridays: Best Poems of Stevie Smith

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Title: Best Poems of Stevie Smith
Author: Stevie Smith
Genre: Poetry
Pages: 160
Where to buy: Barnes & Noble link

There’s something deceptively simple about Stevie Smith’s poetry. I couldn’t quite figure out what, but I felt like I was missing something as I read a collection of her poetry. Some I really loved, some I admired straight away, but I was always left with the sense that one poem was much like the next. That is not necessarily a bad thing. There are some poets that, given a collection of what is considered their best poetry, you can see the growth throughout the years and subject matter. But Smith is largely consistent. When her poetry is good, funny, relatable, intriguing, or any myriad of adjectives that could be used to describe it, her work is extremely so:

Oh I am a cat that likes to
Gallop about doing good

She is whimsical, like in the poem above about a cat that likes to gallop about doing good. Sometimes, Smith made me smile, but other poems were so Deeply Morbid (quote below) I had an uneasy feeling. I read that, when she would do readings of her poetry, she would sing them. Without knowing that in advance, there was a lyrical nature to her poems that made me read them like songs:

Joan her name was and at lunchtime
Solitary solitary
She would go and watch the pictures
In the National Gallery
All alone all alone
This time with no friend beside her
She would go and watch the pictures
All alone.

The pacing, word repetition, and punctuation (or lack thereof) is excellent. She had a talent for word choice and for mining her own feelings for subject matter. As a brief autobiographical note, Smith struggled with depression for much of her life and had to quit her job as a secretary in London after suffering a nervous breakdown.

Her most famous poem is probably Not Waving but Drowning:

I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

At a glance, those words are distressing, but Smith manages to make them feel more like a life jacket than a death sentence. A reader might immediately sense that she understands and sympathizes, but her poetry is written in a quirky way that sometimes made me smile through that jolt of sorrow, such as in O Pug!:

Yes, yes, I know,
When your mistress is with you,
When your master
Takes you upon his lap,
Just then, for a moment,
Almost you are not frightened.

But at heart you are frightened, you always have been.

The poems are interspersed with Smith’s drawings, which were just as unusual yet interesting as the poetry itself. I enjoyed Smith’s poetry. It has its own unique style, and I appreciated how she stayed true to it throughout the collection. She never tries to be something she’s not; I never got the feeling that she was imitating another poet or trying to be very literary for the sake of impressing others. Overall, highly recommended.