So, that title of my next-to-last post before this one may have been a little misleading. Since the end of October, I have finished exactly TWO books- both in the last week. not up to my normal standard at all.
This, though, is not due to the paucity of reading material, but rather to my craze of hand-made gifts this year. Having more time than money, I have spent excessively of the first and thriftily of the last, and have spent the better part of the last two months with my hands and eyes busy- photos of what I actually did to come after Christmas, when possibilities of ruining surprises have disappeared.
But, as I’m mostly done, I got the chance to pick up two books that I have been looking forward to, and have devoured them with greater than usual zeal.
The first: Coraline by Neil Gaiman.
A while back, our local independent bookstore McNally Robinson (done good- now with 4 locations in 3 provinces!) hosted a Graveyard Book party, and one a contest that rewarded them with a visit by the author during the holiday season. Neil Gaiman was in Winnipeg on December 15th for a reading and signing. It was amazing. I am sure many of my readers have seen mosh pits, and seen book stores- but have you ever seen a mosh pit sized crowd in a bookstore?? The pictures I got (with my phone) don’t really do it justice.
Anyhow, when Coraline (the movie) came out, I insisted on reading the book first- which I didn’t get to do until when I was waiting in line to get it and my copy of Neverwhere signed.
On many counts: Neil Gaiman is awesome. I’ve loved everything of his that I’ve ever read, he speaks and he tells stories in a very similar way to his writing, he was gregarious and charming during the signing, and yet is still very down to earth. (Who else would start a blog to show people that he is in fact very normal? and have it work?)
Coraline specifically? It was engaging from the very first page. Gaiman’s writing style is very visual, and from the beginning, I could see how it would transfer very well to movie form while remaining true to the story and style. Definitely A+.
For more on the event at McNally Robinson’s Polo Park location, follow these links: Neil Gaiman in Winnipeg, Huge crowds for Neil Gaiman, Thank You!, Neil Gaiman reads from Odd and the Frost Giants.
The second: The Blythes are Quoted by L.M. Montgomery.
I have been a fan of Montgomery’s since the first time I picked up the book about the red-haired (!!) orphan whose family saga is supposedly continued in this, the last of Montgomery’s works- actually sent in to her publishers on the day of her death. The book is a collection of short stories and poetry, with vignettes of family life.
The stories are marginally related to the Blythes and their lives in and around Glen-St-Mary, much in the same way Montgomery’s Chronicles of Avonlea included characters that were mentioned in the earlier Anneworks, but for the most part not about Anne or the other main characters of that opus. I found the short stories to be very much in keeping with her other works, both in style and content.
The poetry is some of Montgomery’s own works, published in a variety of magazines during her lifetime, but in this work she attributes the majority to Anne Blythe, with a few attributed to Anne and Gilbert’s son, Walter, who was killed in action during the First World War. The vignettes feature the reactions of Anne, Gilbert, and their household to the poems.
The big poem that all of Montgomery’s fans will be expecting does, of course, grace the volume. The Piper by Walter Blythe is a poem mentioned frequently in the Rilla of Ingleside which chronicles the life of the Blythe family during WWI. Walter’s poem is a stand-in for “In Flanders’ Fields” in the book. I, however, was disappointed by the actual poem. It does not have the same feel of a rousing cry as it is depicted to have in Rilla. Perhaps this is because it was written shortly before Montgomery’s own death during WWII, when the previous assurances that WWI was “The War to End All Wars” have fallen by the wayside, and doubt crept into her writing.
I was also somewhat disappointed by the vignettes. The scenes seemed very stiff, and as if they all attempt to hold some kind of moral, or heaviness, or import, that is far too heavy. Montgomery was far more successful in giving scenes that kind of import in her earlier works (For example, the scene in Rainbow Valley where she sees the cross outlined in moonlight above Walter and Jem’s bed).
There has been much talk about this book being a departure in style and content from the author’s previous works. It deals with more of the unpleasantnesses of life (death, illegitimacy, marital problems, revenge, hatred, to name a few) than perhaps are completely evident in, especially, her full-length novels, but I don’t think this is in any way a departure. Think only of Anne, the unwanted orphan, the death of her first-born child, the horrors of war inflicted on her family, and the many other terrible things that happened to those close to her.
I think the reason these unpleasantnesses are more in evidence is due to the format of the works. Short stories have much less opportunity for showing the everyday follies and pleasantness that must, for the most part, be the major part of everyday life than do the novels.
All in all, however, I would still recommend this book to any Montgomery fans I know. The stories in and of themselves are worth it.
And, now that Christmas is almost here, I’m looking forward to returning to reading. After all, yesterday was “Do Nothing But Read Day”. And in honour of that, I plan to do little else in my free time for the remainder of the year.
Happy Holidays!!