Posts Tagged ‘love’
One Day
Posted in Book Review, tagged Ambition, Charles, David Nicholls, Dexter, Dickens, Dreams, Edinburgh, Emma, Great Expectations, Hope, Leisl Schillinger, london, love, One Day, Regret, Relationships, The 90's on August 11, 2011| 1 Comment »
The hand that first held mine
Posted in Book Review, tagged 1950 's London, Art, Bohemian London, Innes, Lexie, love, Love. Elina, Maggie O'Farrell, Motherhood, Ted, Theo on July 25, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Quick Outline
Spinning a web of love, beauty and betrayal, O’Farrell binds her tale of two mothers with poetic mastery. Everything is closely observed, the ordinary and mundane cornered and draped in bright nostalgia. She plays the reader, a third of the book spent with that incomprehensible feeling of dread for a character drawn out so carefully; so intrinsically designed, that their fate becomes one in which the reader shares.
The story dwells upon the lives of two mothers. Lexie, living in 1950’s London is free of all responsibility. She is stunning, gloriously and intimidatingly wonderful. Falling pregnant with Theo shatters none of her journalistic ambitions; and she continues, as a single mother, to gain repute.
Fifty years on and Elina, an artist, arrives home with her first child, only to find herself utterly displaced by a complicated, and almost deadly birth. The sudden rush and flood of blood and her continued weakness haunts her, leaving her unsettled and confused. But whilst Elina gradually heals, partner Ted begins to slide, slowly losing himself. His new role as Father sends him drifting back to a childhood which all at once blurs and un-writes itself. A tale without an end which no longer fits the life he has grounded himself upon.
As the two tales cross and collide, the reader is a confronted with a poignant idea of motherhood. A message which concerns the cost and beauty of such uncompromising love. The book causes it’s characters to stand up, with such force of reality, that the reader can’t help but cry and care for them. Wonderful words are bound so peacefully; they allow the characters to become known, to impart a perfect message with ease and distinction.
A Picture Portrait
1950-60 Bohemian London: Fast paced and fresh. Exciting new progress being made throughout society. Innes, the love of Lexie’s life, shares with her his passion for Art. The paintings he owns remaining as an immortal feature of the novel; they remain a constant, a reminder that whilst lives break apart art stands to serve us, often unshakable in what it insists on saying.
Blood: The opening Elina sections dwell upon the loss of blood. The high quantity, the seeming impossibility of stemming it. The idea that now it is lost, something has peeled itself away from Elina. A part of her shed and left at the hospital. A part she will never regain, tied up in the child she has now to care for constantly. Gaining the baby yet losing an important part of herself through his arrival.
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Favourite Review
For a review which finds more flaw in the novel read this one from The Sleepless Reader:
http://thesleeplessreader.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/the-hand-that-first-held-mine-by-maggie-ofarrell/
Critique
I fail to critique this novel. For me it was far too beautifully crafted. Although if you are queasy, the sections which return to Elina’s birth made my tummy hurt!
Love,
Zoe
4/5 Stars
Last Dance with Valentino
Posted in Book Review, tagged 1920's, Daisy Waugh, flapper girls, Jennifer Doyle, Last Dance with Valentino, love, Rudolph Valentino on April 18, 2011| 1 Comment »
Quick Outline
Daisy Waugh’s Last Dance with Valentino is a twirling, musical, suspense filled lovestory; weaving a flowery tale around the real life of Rudolph Valentino, famous actor and early pop icon of the 1920’s. The story opens on seventeen-year-old Jenny Doyle and her impossible, cureless artist father as they cross the Atlantic; from gloomy wartime London to the seemingly sparkling freshness of New York, where it appears, almost anything is possible. Jenny is enrolled immediately as a nanny for the rich and dysfunctional de Saulles, spending her first night at their home, ‘The Box’ , undetected; obscured by inconsequence. Whilst the de Saulles and their guests are too far removed by alcohol, snobbery and their own distorted relationships to harbour any interest in Jenny, Rudolpho/Rudy is drawn to her. He is, at that time, a lowly dance teacher, and the pair are able to share in the alien feeling of loneliness which is married resolutely to the displacement of home. That night they dance and from then on their friendship and future love becomes sealed indefinitely.
Eventually, however, affairs at ‘The Box’, which had been in gradual, jarring decline; reach a climax, sending the pair, who are by now lovers, orbiting on separate paths, which, due to unlucky circumstance and the cruel hand of fate, fail to cross for another ten years.
The story is one of loneliness and loss, of an aching love which remains constant despite the passing of hard, unrelenting time. Albeit a rather painful subject matter; the hodgepodge of poignant and colourful characters, the structure which zigzags back and forth through time, and the first person narrative voice of Jenny (brilliantly funny), leaves the reader able to lift their head above the drowning pressure of dismal circumstance. Instead we live the tale on a skipping heartbeat, breath held in suspense, longing desperately for the two to meet. It helps that Jenny is dysfunctional, imperfect, and yet wholly loveable; the reader able to find part of themselves in amongst her numerous flaws.
A Picture Portrait
Flapper Girls: Jenny, on moving to Hollywood, finds that looking right compliments survival. The sections of her tale which find her growing her hair or wearing drab clothes are the bleakest moments in her life; the cinematic air of Hollywood refusing to reward those who will not conform to the desperately high standards of fabulous.
Busy and Bustling American Streets: The heat, the dust, the constant movement and air which crackles with excitement. The smell of fresh paint, champagne, coke; glamour is everywhere, seeping into everyone and everything. Possibilities appear endless, opportunity seems to shine constantly. Of course, it is all a mirage, a trick which never tires or bores its lovesick audience.
My Favourite Review…
Can be found on wordpress at: http://thebookoftomorrow.wordpress.com/2011/01/17/review-last-dance-with-valentino-by-daisy-waugh/