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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Review: Every Last One by Anne Quindlen

Synopsis:


Mary Beth Latham has built her life around her family, around caring for her three teenage children and preserving the rituals of their daily life. When one of her sons becomes depressed, Mary Beth focuses on him, only to be blindsided by a shocking act of violence. What happens afterward is a testament to the power of a woman’s love and determination, and to the invisible lines of hope and healing that connect one human being to another. Ultimately, as rendered in Anna Quindlen’s mesmerizing prose, Every Last One is a novel about facing every last one of the things we fear the most, about finding ways to navigate a road we never intended to travel. - from Random House, Inc.





Review:

I have not cried as hard as I had in this book for a long time! I don't even remember when the last time was. 9/11 had shocked every American to the core, and its effect on Anna Quindlen as a whole was, it started her worrying about security. About safety. She felt that Americans have this illusion about being secure. This worrying affected her most because she's a parent. There are ways that security is blindsided by events that's beyond control. You can teach your child to become the most careful driver ever but that doesn't help when there's a drunk driver on the road. Still, this example is very simple compared to what she'd done with this novel.

The first half of the book drags a little, dragging because if you happen to have a steady income and you can provide well for your family, this is the kind of every day life that you get every day--normalcy, comfortable living, steady marriage, sibling rivalry and bickering, one daughter or son needing more attention than the other, that steady relationship with a man or a woman and the comfortable familiarity that provides . When the most unimaginable, horrifying and unthinkable happened to this family, this normalcy became a striking contrast that identified the second half. Unspeakable loss. Numbing grief. Days that just won't stop. Where to find strength? How to continue?

This is about consequences and judgment, middle age, teenage grief, secrets, acceptance, remembrance, and a lot of hope for the future. More than hope is love. Mary Beth's love for her family--the ones that she'd lost and the one who grieves with her and who needs her more than anything in the world--eventually showed her the way to go on living.

I have not cried this much. I'm not sure if I can read it again but it is a book I'm sure I will never forget.

Quotes: (spoiler warning)


“Every day, with few variations – snow, minor illnesses, the failure of the paper to arrive, a lost backpack, a sleepover that’s left us one, or two, or sometimes even three kids shy of the usual full set – every day is like this. Average. Ordinary. More or less.”

“This is how I learn most of what I know about my children and their friends: by sitting in the driver's seat and keeping quiet.” 

“Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.”

"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.” 

“I sit on the sofa again, Ginger's head on one of my insteps. I finger the long scar on my shoulder and think, Glen is gone, Ruby is gone, Max is gone. It's the way I used to memorize poetry when I was younger. It's like I am trying to teach it to myself so I will understand.”

“I am. Every day I am trying.
I am trying for Alex.
I am trying for Ruby.
I am trying for Max.
I am trying for Glen.
It's all I know how to do now. This is my life. I am trying."


Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Nicholas and Alexandra: the Classic Account of the Fall of the Romanov Dynasty



Not the last book that I've read. The last was Frostbite of Vampire Academy. But this still haunts me. Remember Princess Anastasia? It's a sad, sad story. Actually, this is a history book, narrative and "novel" like in a way that only Robert K. Massie can manage. If you don't know about the Romanov Dynasty, well, the last family that held Russian monarchy came from the Romanov Dynasty. Yes--that Nicholas and Alexandra. And Anastasia. Though generation X and later would probably remember Anastasia more than anyone of the Romanovs, I would suspect, because of Disney and the controversy of those who'd pretended to be her, because that held more excitement than historical perspective in which the whole family were murdered, including poor Prince Alexei, because people wanted a "better" future. Did they get it?

Here's the synopsis from amazon.com:

The story of the love that ended an empire

In this commanding book, Pulitzer Prize–winning author Robert K. Massie sweeps readers back to the extraordinary world of Imperial Russia to tell the story of the Romanovs’ lives: Nicholas’s political naïveté, Alexandra’s obsession with the corrupt mystic Rasputin, and little Alexis’s brave struggle with hemophilia. Against a lavish backdrop of luxury and intrigue, Massie unfolds a powerful drama of passion and history—the story of a doomed empire and the death-marked royals who watched it crumble.



Should I warn about spoilers? But this is a history book! Oh well, approach on your own discretion.


Tsar Nicholas and Tsarina Alexandra did love each other when they got married. They were good parents, the princesses are well-behaved and humble royals, they loved their little brother very much, and Tsarevich Alexei seem a promise of what a good leader was going to become if he'd lived, even when he's straddled with an illness called hemophilia, which basically doesn't let his blood clot when he's injured and was very, very terrible during his time. But it was a turbulent time, Nicholas happened to be so ignorant, Alexandra happened to be so misguided (and worry for her son compounded it), Rasputin was a wretched, conniving maniac who happened to have a skill on hypnosis... so the story went on its one-way-road-to-perdition.


“They didn't know that they were going to be killed in such a brutal fashion. But toward the end, they began to suspect something like this would happen, and they maintained their faith. They said their prayers. You could say: 'Well, what a silly thing!' or 'How stupid!' But I find it, and I think that many people find it, noble.” - Robert K. Massie

Still, Massie's writing was so realistic that this history became a compelling story and even when one knew exactly how it will end, one finds himself rooting for the family to survive. But of course, they didn't. They still ended up in that basement, got riddled with bullets, were hacked to pieces, burned, thrown into a mine shaft. Jeez, did they have to die that way? Did poor Prince Alexei had to suffer? Then I remembered reading Madame Tussaud and how little Prince Louis of France (Marie Antoinette's son and was supposed to be future king) suffered before he died--which was much, much terrible. At least, Alexei had to suffer for minutes. The little dauphin, sick, cold and hungry, was humiliated, maltreated, not cared for by his captors--for months! Just remembering that history wrenches at the heart! European history seem to be harsh on little boys. The Reign of Terror followed the fall of monarchy in France, remember, wherein millions of French died--royalty, rich, poor--in a kind of witch hunt? The way millions of Russians perished in its Red Terror and White Terror immediately after the killing of the family followed the same blueprint. What's to connect the two? Indecisive king, strong personalities but wrong decisions of the queens, sick dauphin and tsarevich, uneducated and suffering mass that were easily misled by power/fame hungry opportunists, and yes, power/fame hungry opportunists. The result of this mix was already written in history.


I kind of wonder, if we can, you know, throw cable TV, WiFi and cellphones on the mix, what could have happened? Will royal families be better understood by the masses? Will kings be more aware of their subjects' plight? And I shudder as I think how something like these massacres wouldn't have happened during this time and age. Specially in my country (guess I am biased). But then I remember the Maguindanao Massacre--the tinge of politics, power hunger, evilness. And I shudder again.  


I digress. Massie's inspiration in writing the story is hemophilia, which his son has contacted. He wanted to know how other families cope when they have a hemophiliac in the family. Alexei is the most famous hemophiliac, even if he's died in 1918 already (The first edition of this book was published in 1967). And that's when Massie found out how this disease had affected not only this family, but Russia. Rasputin by hypnosis (who would have known during that era?) could stop the bleeding, Empress Alexandra became dependent on him. This "holy monk" was saving her son, and noone could fault him in her eyes. She became easily manipulated--he shows her a different face than when he's with others, generally. But people in the outside knew what a sloth, rapist, manipulative little devil he was. But the emperor couldn't get rid of him (RUssia despised Rasputin) because he was worried about his wife's sanity and his sick son. This made the monarchy's already dangerous footing among its people worse and became the weak point that gave the Bolsheviks ground. Suddenly, mass hysteria wanted the monarchy removed. Leaders of the Reds (Bolsheviks-Communists) executed the whole family to make sure noone would be able to contest when they get in power. The family's death was grisly. As were other Romanovs who weren't able to escape the country before the killings. Ultimately, millions more died in the masses. It was a scar in a nation's history that, until now, has not yet healed.


Massie was able to write other "historical-novels" about Russia after Nicholas and Alexandra. He won the Pulitzer for Peter the Great, then The Romanovs: the Final Chapter after the Soviet Union fell and he was able to gain more information about the development about the Romanovs (like has Anastasia survived or what? She didn't. Those who'd claimed to be her or the little tsarevich were pretends. The bones of the princess and the prince were recovered in another site and had been tested by DNA. They matched.) Massie wrote Catherine the Great which was published last year and was another bestseller. What's best about Massie is that he explores each character so deeply, and then writes about them so engagingly, so personally that they "live" on the pages. You get a feel of them. You get to know them and see where they're coming from. As a historical writer, he's unique in that skill. He happens to believe that personalities of key players has much to do with how history happens, in equal or even more so than the events that affect them, so I would guess that this made him root on the characters and the events were just a consequence. Although some have found faults in Nicholas and Alexandra in that Massie was biased in his rendering and his research, since his original goal had been to research more about hemophilia, his leanings has been more about this disease's effect on the last Romanov family in power, and has not given more insight about the Whites. If you want to know more about Bolshevism, click Wikipedia, for example. Because you wouldn't have a full grasp of it in this book. But truly, in light of the information that this book already has in store for the readers, it in itself is a rich read. You'd want to know more about Russian history, for one. If you think you've studied enough in school, you'll be surprised. Statistics can be found through further research. But statistics couldn't give anyone that much depth this book was able to impart about its characters.


Quotes:



“From the Baltic city of St. Petersburg, built on a river marsh in a far northern corner of the empire, the Tsar ruled Russia.”

"I dreamed that I was loved, I woke and found it true and thanked God on my knees for it. True love is the gift which God has given, daily, stronger, deeper, fuller, purer."

More often, Alexis played with his sisters or by himself. "Luckily," wrote Gilliard, "his sisters liked playing with him. They brought into his life an element of youthful merriment that otherwise would have been sorely missed." Sometimes, by himself, he simply lay on his back staring up at the blue sky. When he was ten, his sister Olga asked him what he was doing so quietly. "I like to think and wonder," said Alexis. "What about?" Olga persisted. "Oh, so many things," he said. "I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows whether one of these days I shall not be prevented from doing it?"


          
Rasputin's eyes were the foundation of his power, but when they failed him, he was quick to use his wheedling tongue.

Nowhere was there greater contrast between the effortless lives of the aristocracy and the dark existence of the masses than in Russia. Between the nobility and the peasants lay a vast gulf of ignorance. Between the nobility and the intellectuals there was massive contempt and flourishing hatred. Each considered that if Russia was to survive, the other must be eliminated.

History, with all its sweep and diversity, produces few characters as original and extravagant as Gregory Rasputin. The source and extent of his extraordinary powers will never be fully known; the shadow of this uncertainty perpetually will refresh the legend. The duality of his countenance—the one face peaceful, soothing, offering the blessings of God; the other cynical, crafty, reddened by lust—is the core of his mysterious appeal. In his single, remarkable life, he represents not only the two sides of Russia's history, half compassionate and long-suffering, half savage and pagan, but the constant struggle in every soul between good and evil.

Kerensky once said, "If there had been no Rasputin, there would have been no Lenin." If this is true, it is also true that if there had been no hemophilia, there would have been no Rasputin. This is not to say that everything that happened in Russia and the world has stemmed entirely from the personal tragedy of a single boy. It is not to overlook the backwardness and restlessness of Russian society, the clamor for reform, the strain and battering of a world war, the gentle, retiring nature of the last Tsar. All of these had a powerful bruising impact on events. Even before the birth of the Tsarevich, autocracy was in retreat.

Here, precisely, is the point. Had it not been for the agony of Alexis's hemophilia, had it not been for the desperation which made his mother turn to Rasputin, first to save her son, then to save the pure autocracy, might not Nicholas II have continued retreating into the role of constitutional monarch so happily filled by his cousin King George V? It might have happened, and, in fact, it was in this direction that Russian history was headed.

Why Lenin triumphed, why Nicholas failed, why Alexandra placed the fate of her son, her husband and his empire in the hands of a wandering holy man, why Alexis suffered from hemophilia—these are the true riddles of this historical tale. All of them have answers except, perhaps, the last.






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Sunday, February 26, 2012

11/22/63 by Stephen King


Synopsis from goodreads.com:



On November 22, 1963, three shots rang out in Dallas, President Kennedy died, and the world changed forever. 

If you had the chance to change the course of history, would you? Would the consequences be worth it? 

Jake Epping is a thirty-five-year-old high school English teacher in Lisbon Falls, Maine, who makes extra money teaching adults in the GED program. He receives an essay from one of the students—a gruesome, harrowing first person story about the night 50 years ago when Harry Dunning’s father came home and killed his mother, his sister, and his brother with a hammer. Harry escaped with a smashed leg, as evidenced by his crooked walk. 

Not much later, Jake’s friend Al, who runs the local diner, divulges a secret: his storeroom is a portal to 1958. He enlists Jake on an insane—and insanely possible—mission to try to prevent the Kennedy assassination. So begins Jake’s new life as George Amberson and his new world of Elvis and JFK, of big American cars and sock hops, of a troubled loner named Lee Harvey Oswald and a beautiful high school librarian named Sadie Dunhill, who becomes the love of Jake’s life—a life that transgresses all the normal rules of time. 

Explore the Possibilities...





Review:


I am not American, so I won't pretend to get the hype Americans feel about JFK's death even after reading the sentiments about how different things could have been had he not died. I would  imagine it'll be like how Filipinos feel about Jose Rizal's or Ninoy Aquino's deaths. Still, Filipinos are psyched a different way, and I would not expect for many of us to have the desire to go back and save any one of them in want of a different future.

Setting that aside, I do know Stephen King (who the hell wouldn't?). His books used to be interspersed with Robert Ludlum's and J.R.R. Tolkien's in the mess of books near the bed when I was in college. But then life went ahead of me and in trying to run it down, I'd left a lot of things behind--including reading my favorite writers. And it feels so good to read a Stephen King again, even if I had to do this in compliance to a job. Hehe. Great job, eh?

*There might be spoilers so read at your own peril*

It's been a long time... and it's worth going back! The book is great and unputdownable. Following two plot-lines in a story (Jake Epping's personal journey and finding love unexpectedly; and the time travel plot-line) would have been confusing for any other book or any less-experienced but Stephen King managed not to confound. I was engaged the whole time (reason why all work stopped for the day), as the world stopped for a while until I finish this book. The way the world turned out after Jake meddled in the past is just as reasonable for readers of this present era after everything that's known now  about physics, metaphysics, and nature's physics, so his  premise about the past being "obdurate" feels right, that it fights back, because it should. Events happened, has naturally had consequences, and then someone went back and changed it, therefore  consequences got magnified--this methodology, this argument makes sense to me. Then his meticulous research resulting to the '50's and '60's being described so faithfully and artistically made it feel like I'm there. Every little detail felt like a gift given by a kind perfectionist to his beloved readers. 

Characters from his other books ("It", "The Langoliers") made me want to go back to those books again. 

And the romance that Jake finds was the most wonderful surprise! Stephen King writes romance! He's romantic! The ending is just simply sensitive and heartbreaking and so satisfying. It wasn't pretentious at all. It made me sob my way out of the story--soo embarrassing. So nostalgic. Thank you, Mr. Joe Hill, for the inspiration and for convincing your dad to use that ending. It is beautiful.

Literary snobs get snobbed. Stephen King is great in this book even when it's a genre the "Master of Horror" didn't use to write. He'd said in an interview that his greatest desire as a writer is to entertain. He's an entertainer. Why write horror? As if he's had a choice, he'd answered. But the one time he's tried to choose another genre, he proved once and for all he's got what it takes to be king.

Highly recommended book not just for loyal SK readers, but other readers, Americans and non-American alike.   


A Few Quotations to Share...   


1. Kennedy entered, waving to the standing audience, an elderly gentleman in an Alpine hat and lederhosen struck up “Hail to the Chief” on an accordion bigger than he was. The president did a double take, then lifted both hands in an amiable holy shit gesture. For the first time I saw him as I had come to see Oswald—as an actual man. In the double take and the gesture that followed it, I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.

2. “...stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.” 

3. For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.

4. “I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?” 

5. I had been hobbled, perhaps even crippled by a pervasive internet society I had come to depend on and take for granted... hit enter and let Google, that twenty-first century Big Brother, take care of the rest. 
       
     In the Derry of 1958, the most up-to-date computers were the size of small housing developments, and the local paper was no help. What did that leave? I remembered a sociology prof I’d had in college - a sarcastic old bastard - who used to say, When all else fails, give up and go to the library.



6. If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what is looks like. Because it's yours. 


7. She speaks in a voice almost too low to be heard over the music, but I hear her—I always did. “Who are you, George?”
     “Someone you knew in another life, honey.”

     Then the music takes us, the music rolls away the years, and we dance.