AN OUROBOROS

The author sent me a copy of his novel to review:

This is not a serpent eating his tail at all. Well, what is it? It’s Paul Edward eating himself out of the literary world. It’s one of the most nonsensical novels that I've ever read. Period. Is the author trying to ape the rebellious Holden Caulfield in J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye (see my review of 12/23/2012)? If he is, he should go back to the drawing board. His character, Paul Edward (is he also the author?), is as shallow as a two-foot grave. What is he so angry about? Almost everything that comes out of Paul's mouth (of the novel) is pure prattle. Supposedly, he has this gorgeous college freshman named Grace to fixate on while he gives “the finger” to the world for no apparent reason. To sum up his opinion of Grace, he tells the reader (to semi paraphrase), “Grace is a incongruous Catholic girl from hackneyed.” By the way, get used to the words, Catholic and hackneyed, because he uses them on every page. He has an alternate female companion named Rose, who is a waitress that likes to smoke marijuana and drink whatever alcohol is available. What makes Paul, a pizza parlor worker, think that the establishment is wrong and he is right? And how many times does the reader have to read about his sexual escapades with Grace? It’s almost like it’s the focus of the novel.

It seems that Paul doesn’t know what normal is; on page 67, he says “I’m slugging down these roads like an escargot. I can do as I please. Why not travel these roads forever? Money? What does it matter if I have no intention of building a picket fence around green grass and a house?” Then on page 71, he says, “It sickens me how those matters have affected me. It has been the older generation forging the hate and disgust within me. They blather commands, casting away comments from the youth instead of shutting Their ( the ‘T’ in ‘Their’ is always capitalized when referring to the establishment) arrogant, egotistical, vainglorious traps to listen, as if Their old words are not only most genius but also pretty to look at drooling from Their insipid tongues.” This is okay to say, but the author offers no alternative other than mutinous rhetoric. And of course the reader continues to read about Grace’s beautiful genitalia (sometimes shaven). I don’t have a good handle on what Paul (I assumed that the character Paul and the writer Paul were the same person as I got deeper into the book) really feels is wrong with the older generation. At the book’s end, Paul says, “Today I have written what I needed to write. I’ve written history. Anything more would be untrue.” Well, Mr. Edward, I for one didn’t get it. But wait! I forgot that I am part of the older generation.  

I guess you can tell that I didn’t like the novel. Correctomundo! But, there were some parts of the novel that displayed future prowess. There were even some parts that made me laugh. If the author cleaned up his act, his prose would be considered normal to good. I don’t know what is bugging the author (even after finishing the novel), but I’m not a big fan of J.D. Salinger’s book either. The biggest thing missing in Mr. Edward’s novel is a plot. His book is a long obscure dissertation (in the form of a diary) seemingly without a reasonable point to be made. My suggestion for the author is to wipe the slate clean and try again. There is some talent there but it is very raw.

RATING: 2 out of 5 stars

Comment: So what don’t I understand about the younger generation? Quite a few things come to mind. As you know, I didn’t “get” the aforementioned novel by Mr. Edward. So what are other things that bemuse a older generation man, such as I, about the younger generation? Well:

Why do you text? The phone is still an effective communication device. And when you are driving a car, you can have bluetooth and talk “hands free” which perhaps will save you from a accident versus texting in your car.

Why do you binge-watch a T.V.series? I have heard many tales of the younger ones binge-watching a particular series for the entire weekend.

Who thought up “casual Friday”? What’s wrong with looking like a businessman on Friday?

And why do some of the youngsters think that America owes them a living? Look at the other countries of the world, especially in the Mid-East. You can lose your head quickly (literally). You should have been around when you had to register for the draft.

But I’m not complaining, I think the younger folks are terrific. Just being around them makes a old man feel younger. I’m just having some fun, but I still don’t understand the motive behind Mr. Edward's novel.

PREFACE

My bicentennial issue is finally finished. Two hundred reviews and four Rambling Comments (with Rick, of course). I believe that I and my four contributing reviewers have covered every genre of literature known to mankind. I want to acknowledge Deron O, Kai O, Patricia K, and Jennifer O for submitting their wonderful guest reviews. Thanks guys! I would also like to thank the numerous authors who e-mailed me regarding my review of their books. Every time that I was contacted by an author was memorable for me. Writers are truly "the salt of the earth." Followers of my reviews know that I love metaphors and idioms, and by the way, "the salt of the earth" was supposedly first used by Jesus in his Sermon on the Mount. He said to the fishermen in attendance, “Ye are the salt of the earth.”
  
Anyway, I do enjoy writing reviews the protracted way. What I mean is that my reviews will not consist of one liners, such as "The book stinks" or "Great book." So what did these authors tell me about the reviews I wrote? Believe it or not they liked my constructive criticism. They enjoyed the way I compared their book with similar books and authors. And they absolutely loved my in-depth analysis of their story and characters. In other words, I gave them something to chew on (I told you that I like idioms). I also try to make my reviews entertaining besides being unbiased. I would love to leave some of the comments the authors e-mailed to me, but I don’t think it would be fair since I haven’t asked them for permission. I can tell you that one unnamed author said that my review made her “blush”. It doesn’t get any better than that.

Finally, I would like to enumerate the ten best books that I reviewed in order of attachment, or liking, if you will, and of course, with a brief comment:

1) Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe (see my review of 12/09/2012), Perhaps America’s most significant novel ever.

2) Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie (see my review of 3/12/2012), Hercule Poirot’s classic investigation.

3) The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins (see my review of 7/29/2015), One of the first mystery thrillers.

4) Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy (see my review of 1/26/2015), Classic work by a great descriptive writer.

5) The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson (see my review of 1/26/2012), Murder and the 1893 World’s Columbian Expo in Chicago.

6) Black Hills by Dan Simmons (see my review of 12/23/2010), Who can forget the merging of Paha Sapa and Gen. George Armstrong Custer via ‘counting coup’.

7) Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke (see my review of 6/07/ 2011), The magical novel.

8) Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (see my review of 2/17/2013), This WWII comedy is a riot.

  9) All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy (see my review of 4/02/2013), The first novel in The Border Trilogy.  

10) A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain (see my review of 11/08/2012), A breath of fresh air from America’s greatest author.

I have five honorable mentions in no particular order:

The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker; Zealot by Reza Aslan; I, the Jury by Mickey Spillane, Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, and Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey.

The writing of the reviews has been a blast, I hope I have enough of time left in life to publish my tricentenary edition. If not, I will save you a barstool upstairs (hopefully). Front cover picture of Rick O and Shirley O & back cover of Deron O and Jennifer O (lot's of O's) having breakfast along the Arkansas River on the Royal Gorge Train in Colorado.

Rick O

THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN

It seems to me that reviewers either loved Paula Hawkins’s novel or hated it...well I liked it. It was an invigorating way to write a novel while limiting the characters to a "Cormac McCarthy" friendly five. And on top of that, Paula has three narrators telling her story with two being in the same time frame and the third lagging months behind (until the end). Absolutely brilliant. The way the story was written caused this reviewer to want to read more progressively. While I love short chapter books, this is the first one that I can remember that sectioned the short chapters into morning, evening and sometimes afternoons. It doesn’t get any better than that. Although Paula was cautiously descriptive about her five main characters, I had a handle on how I visualized each character. I did read that some readers thought that this novel echoed Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window, I would agree but I would merge it with Strangers On A Train (1951). Nonetheless, there are some Hitchcockian (did I just make up a new word?) traits in Paula’s novel. Of course the novel isn’t all ‘peaches and cream’, I did notice some disjointed involvement whenever the red-haired man (near the end we learn that his name is Andy) appeared. I couldn’t figure out why he was in Paula’s novel, it was almost like he was a walk-on from another novel. And it is never defined (well enough for me) why Rachel needed to ride that train every day with no purpose, other than to fool her landlady, Cathy. Why would Cathy care that she was unemployed as long as Rachel was paying the rent? And what did that "little pile of clothes by the edge of the track" have to do with the novel? These are minor complaints, but very few novels escape my fault-finding.

Rachel Watson rides the 8:04 train each morning from Ashbury to London even though she doesn’t have her public relations job anymore. One day she turned up at work “blind drunk after a three-hour lunch with a client.” Rachel insulted the client and lost his business. Rachel was sacked. She also doesn’t have her husband Tom anymore. Since she couldn’t get pregnant, she turned to gin and tonics and forced her husband, Tom, into an affair with Anna Boyd. Rachel was divorced. She nows lives in a rented room in Cathy’s house. And drinking heavily. To make matters worse, the train stops momentarily most mornings by a faulty red signal and from her train seat she can see her old house. Tom still lives there with his new wife Anna and their first baby. But Rachel’s focal point is the house on the same street nearest to the tracks. There she daily observes a seemingly happy couple on their patio or having coffee in their garden. Rachel names them Jason and Jess although she will later learn that they are Scott and Megan. In Rachel’s mind...are they the ideal couple that Tom and her could have been? Is Rachel jealous of this unknown couple's life? She continues to find happiness observing them briefly each morning from her train seat. Then the unthinkable happens one morning. Rachel sees a tall dark stranger kissing Jess (Megan) on Jason (Scott) and Jess’s patio. Rachel thinks to herself, “Why would she do that? Jason loves her, I can see it, they’re happy. I can’t believe she would do that to him, he doesn’t deserve that. I feel a real sense of disappointment, I feel as though I have been cheated on.”     

The Megan narrated chapters are always lagging behind Rachel and Anna’s chapters chronologically. The reader learns that Megan has also lost her job and is somewhat depressed. Scott suggests that she should get some therapy. Megan agrees and makes an appointment to see Dr. Kamal Abdic. Don’t think that I’m giving the story away because I’ve only covered about the first thirty pages. Paula Hawkins’s Hitchcockian mystery is ready to explode as Rachel comes home to her room at Cathy’s on a Saturday night. Rachel is beat up, vomiting, hungover and unable to remember what happened that night. She knows that she was in her old neighborhood because her ex-husband Tom has left messages on her phone. Rachel sees the news on the television and learns that Megan has been reported missing. After some time, Rachel goes to the police and tells them that she saw Megan kissing a stranger on the patio. They don’t consider her a reliable witness. The police show her a picture of Dr. Abdic and Rachel I.D’s him as the mystery kisser of Megan. Later Rachel meets Scott at his house and tells him that Dr. Abdic was having an affair with Megan. For some reason she lies and tells Scott that she knew Megan. Has Megan been murdered? Did the doctor do it? Did her husband do it, or whomever? Maybe she is alive. When will Rachel remember what happened on that Saturday night? This is the point where the novel becomes a page turner and where I stop recapping. I only touched on the beginning, all the juicy parts are still ahead. This was an exciting book with some minor flaws, but I highly recommend this maiden thriller by journalist Paula Hawkins.

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: Goodreads.com has a list named, Thrillers you must read! Lets talk about a few of the novels on that list:

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2005) by Stieg Larsson. goodreads.com says, “Mikael Blomkvist, a once-respected financial journalist, watches his professional life rapidly crumble around him. Prospects appear bleak until an unexpected (and unsettling) offer to resurrect his name is extended by an old-school titan of Swedish industry. The catch—and there's always a catch—is that Blomkvist must first spend a year researching a mysterious disappearance that has remained unsolved for nearly four decades. With few other options, he accepts and enlists the help of investigator Lisbeth Salander, a misunderstood genius with a cache of authority issues. Little is as it seems in Larsson's novel, but there is at least one constant: you really don't want to mess with the girl with the dragon tattoo.”

Angels & Demons (2000) by Dan Brown. goodreads.com says, “When world-renowned Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon is summoned to a Swiss research facility to analyze a mysterious symbol—seared into the chest of a murdered physicist—he discovers evidence of the unimaginable: the resurgence of an ancient secret brotherhood known as the Illuminati ... the most powerful underground organization ever to walk the earth. The Illuminati…”

The Silence of the Lambs (1988) by Thomas Harris. goodreads.com says, “There's a killer on the loose who knows that beauty is only skin deep, and a trainee investigator who's trying to save her own hide. The only man that can help is locked in an asylum. But he's willing to put a brave face on - if it will help him escape.”

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Why didn’t this great playwright write more than one novel? The leader of Great Britain’s (he was Irish) Aestheticism movement produced the definitive “giving pleasure through beauty” novel of all time. His character, Dorian Gray, was beautiful and wished to stay that way. Everybody adored him...even the men. Maybe Oscar lost his desire to write after being convicted of ‘gross indecency’ and sentenced with two years of hard labor. He died destitute at the age of 46. Why did writers like Wilde, Poe, and Stevenson have to die so young and so poor? Alive today, they would all be rich men...so sad. Wilde’s prose was fabulous but strangely not as descriptive as the writers of his time. Maybe Oscar Wilde is the missing link that I have been looking for: who started the new way of writing and ended the descriptive writing era? Can it be Oscar? Like all the novels of the era, it was first published by the way of installments in magazine form within Lippincott’s Monthly Magazine in 1890. Many Britains were outraged because they felt his novel violated public morality. He defended his story in a preface when it was published as a novel in 1891. Wouldn’t the Victorians be shocked if they lived in today’s world? So what’s this story about?

Artist Basil Hallward met Dorian Gray at a party in Lady Brandon’s mansion. The novel opens with Basil painting Dorian’s portrait with Lord Henry Wotton in attendance. The three become great friends as the novel progresses, often dining together at various posh clubs and restaurants. They are high society. Does Basil have a crush on Dorian? After the portrait is finished, Lord Henry tells Dorian, “Ah! realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals of our age. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you!” On page 28 Dorian says, “How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June...If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that-for that-I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!” His wish came true.   

Dorian falls in love with the beautiful but destitute actress Sibyl Vane. He asks her to marry him. Sibyl’s mom and her brother, James Vane, suspect Dorian’s motives. James tells Sibyl that he will kill “Prince Charming” (the only name they know Dorian as) if he hurts his sister in any way. James leaves for Australia the next day in an attempt to better his life. Dorian takes his friends Basil and Lord Henry to the theater to see Sibyl act in Romeo and Juliet . Since she now knows what true love is (with Dorian), her acting is horrible. Dorian is embarrassed and tells Sibyl that he never wants to see her again. Later, Dorian sees that his painting now has a sneer. He decides that he will make up with Sibyl. Too late, she commits suicide. He seems indifferent and goes to the opera with his friends. He decides to hide his painting from everyone and has it brought upstairs to his old playroom and covers it with a purple curtain. “No one could see it. He himself would not see it. Why should he watch the hideous corruption of his soul?” The portrait was getting nasty looking.

The reader never truly learns the time span, but it seems that Dorian was 18 when the novel begins and 38 when it ends. At the end, Dorian still looks 18 until the final page (ouch!). Wow, this novel was exciting, similar to the drama of Robert Louis Stevenson’s, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886). There is so much to ask: Does James Vane come back from Australia and learn what happened to his sister? If so, what does he do? What happens to Dorian’s portrait painter and friend, Basil, when he sees the painting aging? Does Lord Henry remain friends with Dorian? And who is Alan Campbell and why does he commit suicide? Sometimes I wonder why I just don’t read the classics exclusively. I guess it is because I’m looking for the next Oscar Wilde, or whatever. Read this novel at your own risk. I did.

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: The 1945 movie directed by Albert Lewin was star-studded. The following were the cast:

George Sanders played Lord Henry

Hurd Hatfield played Dorian Gray

Donna Reed played Gladys Hallward (I don’t remember her in the novel)

Angela Lansbury played Sibyl Vane

Peter Lawford played David Stone (I don’t remember him in the novel)

Lowell Gilmore played Basil Hallward

Richard Fraser played James Vane

The great Cedric Hardwicke was the narrator

The poster from the movie:
 

Still Alice

This is the second guest review from artist and writer, Patricia Koelmel:

Still Alice is a 2007 New York Times bestselling novel by Lisa Genova. After seeing the critically acclaimed 2014 movie of the same name starring Julianne Moore as Alice, I couldn’t wait to read it.

The story follows Dr. Alice Howard-wife, mother, and professor of psychology at Harvard University and world-renowned linguistics expert-as she, her family, friends, and colleagues struggle to deal with her diagnosis of early onset Alzheimer’s disease.  

Cleverly told from Alice’s point of view, she initially believes her recent sudden fogs and memory loss are attributed to a brain tumor or menopause. She is fifty after all. But after extensive neurological testing, she learns the frightening truth. Even worse, due to the fact that she has a hereditary form of the disease, her three adult children are also at risk when they reach her age.

So, who passed this ill-fated disease on to Alice? She traces it back to her father, now deceased. Suddenly, she recalls his forgetfulness, which up until now she’d blamed on a lifetime of alcoholism.

As Alice ponders her incurable disease, she wishes she had cancer instead. “With cancer she’d have something she could fight. There was surgery, radiation and chemotherapy. There was a chance she could win."

If given a choice, which door would you choose? Cancer or Alzheimer’s? Thought-provoking to say the least, eh? As for Alice, she chooses Door no. 3: She devises a plan to commit suicide before her mind is so far gone she is in need of expensive institutional care.

Folks, while this book does not have the thrill of unexpected plot twists or chills that will have you on the edge of your seat, it is a page-turner nonetheless. With chapters dedicated to a singular month in time, the author skillfully allows the reader to observe Alice’s shockingly rapid decline. For instance, in April, she loses track of time and goes to work in the middle of the night in her nightclothes. In July, she forgets where the bathroom is located in her own home and wets herself before she is able to find it. In August, she fails to recognize one of her own children.

Still Alice will leave you hoping, even praying (if you are the praying kind), that neither you nor your loved ones will ever develop Alzheimer’s and face a future as alien as any dystopian society.

Lastly, I would be amiss if I did not bring to your attention, as evident in her acknowledgements, the in-depth research Ms. Genova did on the subject of Alzheimer’s and academic life at Harvard in order to tell this story.

Courtesy of that research, here are a few general facts about early onset Alzheimer’s as they appear in the book:

• There are an estimated five hundred thousand people in the United States with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease.
• Early-onset is defined as Alzheimer’s under the age of sixty-five.
• Symptoms can develop in the thirties and forties.

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: Rick’s Reviews thanks Patricia for her insightful review of a novel that deals with the sensitive plight of thousands of patients and their families. The first case of this disease was treated by German psychiatrist Alois Alzheimer in 1901. He followed the symptoms of Auguste Deter until she died in 1906.

From the movie:

THE WOMAN in WHITE

This novel by Wilkie Collins took me the better part of a month to assimilate. It had to be savored...it was that good. This is the novel that in 1860 kicked the great Charles Dickens’s butt. What do I mean by that? Well, Dickens published his classic novel A Tale of Two Cities at the same time, and lo and behold, Collins’s novel outsold Dickens’s novel. To make matters worse, both were published in serial form in Dickens’s periodical, All the Year Round, from April 30 to November 26, 1859 before being published as novels in 1860. This had to embarrass Dickens even though they were best of friends. Could Collins’s novel be the first great mystery? Many literary pundits believe so. There are more twists and turns in this novel than “Carter has liver pills” (circa 1868). Some of the characters in this novel challenge real life Victorian villains; such as, Justice Blackborough and Lord MacDonald. At the time the novel was written, men were dominant in English society. So I wonder...was Wilkie advocating women’s perseverance and grit (Marian Halcombe), or women’s frailty (Laura Fairlie)? Since Laura later refused to sign a important document for her husband, I believe the answer is the former.

Is Wilkie Collins a descriptive writer? You bet your sweet bippy! Here is part of his description of Laura Fairlie’s uncle: ”Mr. Fairlie’s age, when I saw him, might have been reasonably computed at over fifty and under sixty years. His beardless face was thin, worn, and transparently pale, but not wrinkled; his nose was high and hooked; his eyes were of a dim grayish blue, large, prominent, and rather red round the rims of the eyelids; his hair was scanty, soft to look at, and of that light sandy colour which is the last to disclose its own changes towards gray. He was dressed…” Wow! And what does Laura’s hair look like? Okay, here is part of Wilkie's description, “Her hair is of so faint and pale a brown - not flaxen, and yet almost as light; not golden, and yet almost as glossy-that it nearly melts, here and there, into the shadow of the hat. It is plainly parted and drawn back over the ears, and the line of it ripples naturally as it crosses her forehead.” Why can’t modern day authors write like this? I’m only bringing this up so you know why I couldn’t rush through this classic...each sentence had to be appreciated for what it was. The reader can clearly visualize what each character looked like. By the way, the 1948 movie was undoubtedly aided by Wilkie’s descriptions because each actor looked exactly like they were conveyed in the novel.

The novel itself is narrated by many of the characters in an alternating manner, although only one is narrated by a villain. This is done in a way wherein the reader envisions the cast of characters in the same room passing along the baton until the story ends. Some narrations are epistolary, others are in the first person. How did Wilke come up with the idea for this complicated novel? As a lifelong sufferer of gout, he was known to be addicted to opium (in the form of laudanum). As a side effect, can this drug tweak the writer’s artistry? Many of the English writers were (for whatever reason) on this drug. And did Charles Dickens get the idea of a recurring character from Wilkie Collins? I’m talking about Collin’s character, Pesca versus Dickens’s Orlick in Great Expectations, published in 1861. All of this is guesswork on my part but isn’t supposition the fun part of reviewing a novel? I ask a lot of questions, don’t I? Well, that being said...do you want to know what this novel is about?

Walter Hartright (the first narrator) is an art teacher who has been hired by Frederick Fairlie of Limmeridge House to be a live-in art teacher at the mansion for Frederick’s niece, Laura Fairlie and her half sister, Marian Halcombe. Before he starts his employ, he meets a mysterious woman in white on the road at midnight. She is in a hurry and seems stressed out. She wants to know if Walter knows a certain Baronet, he says that he doesn’t and she seems relieved. He helps her find her way to London. After she leaves, two men in a convertible carriage stop a policeman and ask him if he has seen a lady in white. Apparently, she has just escaped from a asylum. Who is this lady in white? The next day Walter starts his job at the mansion. He meets a somewhat unlovely but very intelligent Marian Halcombe who dotes on her beautiful but docile half sister, Laura Fairlie. The uncle, Frederick Fairlie, lives alone upstairs ogling his art possessions. He seems to be a hypercondriac because his illnesses are never revealed or diagnosed in the novel. He can’t stand loud noises, light bothers his eyes, and visitors to his room (if granted) must speak in low tones because of “the state of his nerves.” Walter tells Marian about the lady in white (we find out later that she is Anne Catherick). It is revealed that Anne (who is a dead ringer for Laura) was loyal to Laura’s mother (since passed on), a well known teacher. As the months pass, Walter and Laura fall in love.

Marion ask Walter to quit his employ because Laura is engaged to be married to Sir Percival Glyde, a Baronet. The marriage was arranged by Laura’s father before his death and Laura agrees to it because she couldn’t break her promise to her father. An unsigned letter arrives for Laura stating that Sir Percival is evil. Before Walter leaves, Marian and he learn that the letter came from the lady in white. Heartbroken, Walter leaves Laura and soon leaves the country, joining a journey to Honduras. Sir Percival comes to Limmeridge House as a house guest in order to make arrangements for a future date of marriage with Laura. From here on in, the novel gets very mysterious with numerous twist and turns. The reader will meet the lady in white’s mother (what does she know about the evil Baron? Is she in cahoots?) and the Baron’s good friend...the obese Count Fosco (the original confidence man?) and his cigarette rolling wife, the Countess Fosco, who is Laura’s aunt. What does this loathsome couple have to gain with the impending marriage of Sir Percival and Laura Fairlie? Will Walter come back from Honduras in time to unravel the mystery? Is Sir Percival’s motive for marriage monetary? Why does Italian language teacher Pesca reappear in the novel 600 pages later? Yes readers, there are many surprises ahead...some hurtful, some joyful. I can only say that I can’t remember when I enjoyed a novel more than The Woman in White.  

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: I mentioned the 1948 movie in the second paragraph. Well I can’t find the movie anywhere, but I did some research on it. As I said, Wilkie’s descriptions of the characters were so good that it was easy for the movie people to cast the parts. Here are the characters and the actors in the missing movie:
Walter Hartright is played by Gig Young (excellent choice).
Laura Fairlie and Anne Catherick are played by Eleanor Parker (in a dual role).
Sir Percival Glyde is played by John Emery.
Marian Halcombe is played by Alexis Smith (too good looking for the part?).
Count Fosco is played by the obese Sydney Greenstreet (a no- brainer!).
Countess Fosco is played by Agnes Moorehead (another no- brainer!).
Frederick Fairlie is played by John Abbott.

The movie poster:

FAILED MOMENTS

The author sent me a copy of his novel to read and review:

In Failed Moments...is A. Robert Allen asking, “If you could, would you redo your life, how about past lives?” Is reincarnation really a possibility? Where does the soul go? Wow, this novel is intriguing and full of unanswered questions that nobody alive knows the answers, although novels, such as, Proof of Heaven (see my review of 8/10/13) written by Dr. Eben Alexander seems to think they have the answer. I believe that Mr. Allen’s approach to this subject is refreshing and dissimilar to other books on this subject. It’s almost a Pre-Novel for a cleaned-up version of Dante Alighieri’s 14th century epic poem, The Divine Comedy, without the tour. The novel is highly polished for a first-time effort, and I read that…”Failed Moments is a fictional account of the exploits of his ancestors during racially charged periods in the past.” (in the author's bio)

Patrick Walsh arrives at the Boigen Hotel on the West Side of Manhattan to meet a first date. He doesn’t remember seeing this hotel before. His date turns out to be his deceased Aunt Grace of five years ago. What is this place? His aunt takes him into the hotel cafe named Reflektions for coffee. They are served by an elderly man with the initials “P.S.” on his shirtsleeve (who is he?) and he tells them, “I think it might be best if the two of you finished your chat in your room. Here is your key card.” In the room, Aunt Grace tells him, “Your body is forty blocks north of here on Tenth Avenue in St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital and you are on life support.” He was hit by a stray bullet. Apparently the hotel is a conduit to the afterlife, with street exits for reincarnations, heaven, second chances and hell. His Aunt Grace tells him that his past two lives are being recalled so he can correct his past mistakes. She will go with him as a guide and helper. Is Aunt Grace the ghost of the past, like in Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol?

Patrick’s first life was as Patrice, a affluent mixed race (gens de couleur) plantation owner on a island that is now known as Haiti. It’s the late 1700s and slavery is abundant even though the holder of the island, France, has freed the slaves. It’s a trifecta story of mixed race owners at odds with white owners (grands blancs), who will not let go of slavery and of the slaves who demand their freedom. The second life story is about Patrick (Paddy) Allen in 1863 N.Y.C. during the Civil War draft riots. I found this story less interesting than the first. In between the remedial efforts of Patrick and Grace, they meet once again at the Reflektion Cafe. I thought that it was witty of the author to have Patrick and Grace observe the past as birds sitting on a branch. It’s an unique novel written with excellent prose.

I do recommend this novel and have only one complaint. Maybe it’s me, but I didn’t get a good handle on what Patrick corrected in his past lives. What I mean is that the reader never really finds out what mistake he made in the past. If it was there, I missed it. However, it was an enjoyable novel from a budding author. Buy it and enjoy!

RATING: 4 out of 5 stars

Comment: So what book is out there that offers the definitive answer of what happens after death? Well, Mark Hitchcock, holder of a Masters and Doctoral degree from the Dallas Theological Seminary thinks he knows. He wrote, 55 Answers to Questions about Life After Death.

 Amazon says, “Four thousand years ago, amid tragic suffering and death, Job asked the question of the ages: “If a man dies, will he live again?” Since the dawn of history, the subject of death and the afterlife has been the great question of human existence. It’s a subject that everyone wonders about. What lies behind the veil of death? Is there really life after death? Is there a place called Hell? (with all these questions, it sounds like I wrote this synopsis) This small yet power-packed book answers in a very straightforward, reader-friendly format, all the most-asked questions ordinary people have about death, near-death experiences, cremation, purgatory, hell, heaven, and our future bodies. You’ll be amazed at awaits us beyond the grave.

Is there sex in heaven?

It’s a fair question! And so are the rest. Go ahead...flip to the table of contents. Discover another one, two, or fifty-four others that are guaranteed to intrigue you. Questions like: Do those in heaven know what’s happening on earth? And will I see my pets in heaven?

Because even if you’d rather avoid the topic, death will not avoid you (what if I get bit by a vampire?). So fire away! Ask the tough questions, and get the dead-on answers you need. Straightforward and easy to read. 55 Answers to Questions about Life after Death satisfies that nagging, curious voice whispering from the center of your mind.

Sorry, the wise guy comments in the brackets are mine and not part of Amazon’s critique.  

the MADMAN and the ASSASSIN

Scott Martelle wrote a nonfiction book about a tragic occurrence that happened over 150 years ago...and yet he made it seem like a current event. Welcome to the world of Erik Larson’s narrative nonfiction. What I mean by that is this book was not your typical monotonous history book. It read like fiction but was factual. Yes, history can be written with verve. It’s the story of Boston Corbett (the madman) and John Wilkes Booth (the assassin). There have been many books written about Abe Lincoln, but this book focuses on the above mentioned men. By the way, the best book that I ever read about our 16th president was Gore Vidal’s 1984 book, Lincoln. Anyway, the author gives us a good lowdown on Corbett and Booth before they meet on 4/26/1865 at Garrett’s farm. The author has a knack for writing about interesting and unusual historical occurrences. In 2014, he wrote a book on the search in Paris, France for (the father of the American Navy) John Paul Jones’s body and gravesite in The Admiral and the Ambassador. The continuity and prose of the author kept the Sandman away from me for the entire 226 pages of the book.

Okay, Who is this Boston Corbett guy? He is a slender 5’ 4” New Yorker with a scraggly beard who was so religious (Methodist) that he castrated himself so he wouldn’t be tempted by another woman after his wife suddenly died. Since he was in the hat making business and inhaled the mercury infused mist that stiffened the fur, he was prone to fits of paranoia. Thus the term...mad as a hatter. How religious did he get? Well, “By the summer of 1858, Corbett-already converted-had followed his trade to Boston, where he fell in with members of the Methodist Episcopal Church and found a religious home and a calling. He became a proselytizer and street preacher, exhorting fellow sinners to heed the word of God and avoid the temptations of drink and sin.” When the Civil War broke out, he went back to New York and joined the Union Army. He served many terms and was ultimately captured by the Confederate Army and sent to the disgraceful Andersonville stockade. There he suffered from bouts of scurvy, chronic diarrhea, and rheumatism that would stay with him for the rest of his life. This is the man who would put a bullet in John Wilkes Booth’s head...almost in the exact headshot location as Booth's to Lincoln.

I can’t say, who is this John Wilkes Booth guy? Since every American knows that he was Lincoln’s assassin. He was a well known actor from a renowned acting family, who was a Southern sympathizer and Union adversary. During Lincoln’s run for reelection, Booth became very resentful, “Before the election, Booth was contemplating an audacious act: he would put together a group of fellow defenders of the South and kidnap Lincoln, spirit him away to Richmond, the capital of the Confederacy, and hold him as a bartering chip to gain the freedom of Rebel prisoners of war.” This plot fizzled, but others cropped up. With the aid of Mrs. Mary Surratt, Lewis Powell, George Atzerodt, David Herold, Dr. Mudd (here’s mud in your eye), and three other minor accomplices, Booth envisioned that he would kill Lincoln, and his co-conspirators would kill Vice President Johnson and Secretary of State William Seward. Two out of the three plots failed. After Booth shot Lincoln, he jumped awkwardly from Lincoln’s booth and fell ten feet to the stage where he broke his leg. The audience didn’t know if his jump was part of the play or not. Booth and Herold escape on horseback.

The rest of the book will answer the following questions: How did the Union Army corner the twosome? How did Corbett become the Booth killer and did he earn fame for his deed? What punishments did the co-conspirators get in their trials? What happened to Boston Corbett after he was mustered out of the Army? What judgement did Harry Wirz, the top Rebel at the horrendous Andersonville prison get? Okay, enough questions, but I only whet your appetite for the rest of this interesting publication. I’m a bigtime fan of historical anything, no less nonfiction that reads like fiction, so i say, “Congratulations, you got it right.”

RATING: 4 out of 5 stars

Comment: Andersonville was a deplorable stockade and a cesspool of disease. More than 13,000 Union soldiers died because of no food, shelter, or clothes. The survivors would live the rest of their lives with major disabilities. The following are quotes from survivors courtesy of The Civil War Trust:

Sergeant Samuel S. Boggs said, “Two guards seized me, took my knife, hat, blanket, and shoes; this was done quickly, and I was ordered to keep quiet and go to the further end of the pen, where some guards had my stripped comrades herded in a corner like a flock of shorn sheep; some had lost all but their shirts and drawers; they skinned us of all the clothes that were not too much worn; then put us on a freight train, gave us some corn-bread, when we started for Richmond, the capital of the Confederacy.”

Volunteer Eugene Forbes said, “No improvements in our condition-terrible coughs and cramps in the bowels, verging on to chronic diarrhea and inflammation of the bowels.”

John L. Ransom said, “Can see the dead wagon loaded up with twenty or thirty bodies at a time, two lengths, just like four foot wood is loaded on to a wagon at the North, and away they go to the grave on a trot. Perhaps one or two will fall off and get run over. No attention paid to that; they are picked up on the road back after more. Was ever before in this world anything so terrible happening? Many entirely naked.”

Brigade Quarter Master, John L. Ransom said, “I walk around camp every morning looking for acquaintances, the sick, &c. Can see a dozen most any morning laying around dead. A great many are terribly afflicted with diarrhea, and scurvy begins to take hold of some. Scurvy is a bad disease, and taken in connection with the former is sure death. Some have dropsy as well as scurvy, and the swollen limbs and body are sad to see.”

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