Quote of the Week

I, for one, am hardly ever without a book hidden somewhere…

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

Franny and Zooey – J.D Salinger

Book #445

Reviewer: Ange of Tall, Short & Tiny

Franny‘Franny and Zooey’ is one of those stories that leaves a lot open to interpretation. Outwardly, it seems to be about Christianity and faith, but dig a little deeper, and the ideas seem more aligned with Buddhism and the zen philosophy. After a little curious research, I discovered that Salinger was hugely interested in the “Eastern religions”, and that they are a common theme in his works.

As with ‘The Catcher in the Rye’, this is a book that was likely to have raised many an eyebrow in the 1950s. It was first published in the New York Times as a short story and a novella; each standing alone would work, however I like that they have been published together, as it gives a fuller picture than if they’d been read alone. In saying that, both would have made for intriguing, thought-provoking stories, and one would still feel content if there wasn’t a predecessor or successor.

In true Salinger-style, there’s a lot of colloquial language, much dialogue, and none of the overly-descriptive passages that spell everything out to the reader. I’m a fan of his style, and find it enjoyable to read.

The first part of the book concerns Franny Glass’ weekend date with her boyfriend, Lane Coutell. After meeting her off the train, he takes her to a fashionable restaurant; a bit of a cad, Lane is all about outward appearance and success. He talks incessantly about his own achievements, and Franny becomes upset, questioning the importance of a college education above all else. She appears uncomfortable, and excuses herself to the bathroom, where she has a small cry before returning to the table. Conversation then turns to a small book Lane spied in her bag, ‘The Way of a Pilgrim’ (a 19th-Century story of how a Russian wandering hermit learns the power of “praying without ceasing”); Franny passionately explains the idea of silently repeating a specific prayer until it becomes unconscious, involuntary. Lane is not particularly interested, and is more concerned with the weekend’s activities; however, when Franny faints, he cancels their engagements. After Franny wakes, Lane goes to get a taxi. This part finishes with Franny silently and ceaselessly praying.

The second part of the book begins with Franny’s brother, Zooey, soaking in the bath. His mother enters, and they argue over Franny’s fragile emotional state. He then upsets Franny by questioning why she has begun her incessant praying, and after a while telephones her from his bedroom, pretending to be their older brother Buddy. He offers advice, and when she figures out the true identity of the caller, he becomes more serious. He reveals advice that their brother Seymour once gave him, and Franny seems to find this illuminating.

Lane is a true cad – fashionable (he is first described as wearing a Burberry coat apparently with a full wool lining), conceited, all about impressions. Franny appears confident but confused, in the midst of a crisis of faith. Later, when we learn that her oldest (and most revered) brother committed suicide, it’s easy to wonder if his death has rocked her world more than the rest of the family’s. It’s a common misconception that she may be pregnant (I certainly wondered this on my first reading), but Salinger was apparently mortified when this was suggested, as this was not his intention. Zooey is a bit of a trouble-maker, but underneath his cheeky exterior lies a heart of gold, full of concern for his sister.

I loved the characterisation of Mrs Glass as “…a medium-stout woman in a hairnet…Her age, under any circumstance, was fiercely indeterminate, but never more so than when she was wearing a hairnet” and that she “…did some of her most inspired, most perpendicular thinking on the threshold of linen closets…” The descriptions of her conjure up strong images of a typical 1950s housewife, and evoke memories in me of my nana and the smell of Lux soap flakes!

I thoroughly enjoyed ‘Franny and Zooey’ – enough to have read it twice – and think its inclusion in this list well-deserved.

January and February Updates

5 books reviewed in January
5 books reviewed in February
124 books reviewed in total

877 books to go

First of all, we’d just like to thank our lovely reviewers for helping get 2013 off to a great start with reviews. It’s to be expected that things would be a bit slow after the Christmas and New Year holidays, but the dedication of our reviewers has been fantastic. Our goal is to publish two reviews each week, and we’ve almost achieved this; it wouldn’t be possible without the team of reviewers, so THANK YOU!!

The first review of the year came from Ms Oh Waily, who reviewed The Wonderful O; one of the children’s books featuring on the list. This was followed by a real mixture of modern and classic reviews: Love Medicine, Sons and Lovers, The Mayor of Casterbridge, with Jane Eyre rounding out the month nicely.

February was heavy on books from the 1900s (The Catcher in the Rye, A Severed Head, Timbuktu, The Plague and Perfume), with Kafka on the Shore (2000s) thrown in for good measure. Plus Kara’s review of War and Peace should be enough to convince those of you who have put off reading this due to its sheer size – it really is worth the effort!

I don’t know about the rest of you, but personally, my list of ‘Must Read’ books is growing with every review!

Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell

Book# 13

Reviewer: Kara

CA

“Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow?”

So it is for the souls in Cloud Atlas, a novel of nested stories. The time period and characters are different in each story, but it’s clear that many of them share souls with each other – they ARE each other, reborn.

The first story takes place in the late 1800s and we enter it like a powerful drill digging into the crust of the earth. Each story – there are six – takes our drill deeper, and forward in time, until we reach the core, a story set several hundred years in the future. We don’t stop there, but on the other side of the core we continue on through the same layers in reverse, until we arrive back at the surface, in the 1800s, where we started.

The six stories are connected in many ways. Not only do the characters share souls, but each protagonist reads or hears the story of the one who came before them. Additionally, the stories together serve as a history of human greed and desire for power, ultimately leading to the end of civilization as we know it. One character writes: “In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction. Is this the doom written within our nature?”

I was fascinated by this novel. It wasn’t the individual stories exactly – they are strong and well-written, but not mind-blowing – it was the interconnection between them. Mitchell captures and builds his themes in these very, very different stories in an astounding way. I can honestly say he does this better than any other novel in stories I’ve read before. The threads are woven beautifully and almost magically – the book IS the fictional symphony (one character composes a musical masterpiece called Cloud Atlas Sextet) that gives it its name. His experiment absolutely succeeds.

I also enjoyed the thread of repeated events or experiences – as one character says, “we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.” – coupled with the ongoing revelation that there really are no patterns. It’s so easy to find patterns in history and turn them into theories and laws after the fact, but that can never ensure a certain outcome in the future.

I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes thought-provoking contemporary literature. Cloud Atlas is beautifully imagined and its stories will stay with you.

“Souls cross the skies o’ time… like clouds crossin’ skies o’ the world.”

Quote of the Week

Does this excuse my to be read piles?

“In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.”
― Mark Twain