The Anatomy Lesson by Nina Siegal

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Welcome to Candle Light Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

This past weekend was spent doing an arts and crafts fair where I peddled my poems, woodblock prints and notecards.  Beautiful weather, but didn’t seem to be as many people as last year.  Two vendors closed shop and didn’t return on Sunday.  Not a single poem sold, but the baby booties and children’s clothes seemed to selling well.  Someone even bought a handmade witches hat that someone was selling this year.  Maybe I should write a poem about baby booties?  Anyway, I digress.

The Anatomy Lesson, Nina Siegal, New York 2014

“A picture is worth a thousand words” or in Nina Siegal’s The Anatomy Lesson, a novel.  As a child, the author remembers seeing in her father’s study a print of Rembrandt’s “The Anatomy Lesson of Doctor Nicolaes Tulp.”  Years later, in a graduate art history seminar, she is asked to find the narrative behind a painting and decides to write a novel about Rembrandt’s painting.  A research grant allowed her to travel to Amsterdam where she found herself sitting in front of the original painting hanging in the Mauritshuis in The Hague.  It occured to her that the model for the cadaver in the painting, Adriaen Adriasenszoon or Aris the Kindt (Aris the Kid), was cared for and loved by someone.  Siegal names that woman Flora and that seed grows into a novel.  It begins with the body, Aris Kindt, on the morning of his execution by hanging for a crime he may or may not have committed.  The rest of the novel is composed of alternating sections:  the hands (the surgeon, Dr. Nicolaes Tulp), the heart (the lover, Flora), the mouth (the curios dealer, Jan Fetchet), the mind (the philosopher, René Descartes), and the eyes (the artist, Rembrandt, who is commissioned by the Surgeons’ Guild to paint the commemorative portrait).

Siegal has succeeded in constructing her own narrative behind Rembrandt’s painting, giving us a fuller, more imaginative appreciation of it, while giving us a fuller understanding of the human condition, the human heart and most importantly, the human spirit.

Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris, 1932 by Francine Prose

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Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

On the way to the library last Saturday, I noticed that the used book store was open early with several cars in the parking lot.  Stopped by for one last look.  Everything was marked down seventy-five percent.  Some of the books I picked up include:  Victorian Interiors, Islands in the Stream, The Garden of Eden (with a mailed postcard of Hemingway’s house in Cuba tucked inside),  Collected Works of Elizabeth and Robert Browning, and Nicolaides’s Drawing the Natural Way.  James, the bookshop owner, threw in The Brownings: Letters and Poetry as a parting gift.  Anyway, I digress.

Francine Prose, Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris, 1932, Harper Collins Publishers, New York, 2014, 456 pp.

I love Paris in the springtime.  As a matter of fact, I love Paris anytime.   And I love reading novels about Paris from Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast (in my opinion, best read in the fall) to Proust’s In Search of Lost Time.  The Eiffel Tower pictured on the cover of Francine Prose’s latest novel first caught my eye.  Much to my delight, two of the characters, Lionel Maine (a down-and-out American writer from New Jersey) and Gabor Tsenyi (a Hungarian photographer who loves to capture the City of Lights at night) are thinly veiled, fictionalized versions of the real life Henry Miller and George Brassai.  The title of the novel if from one of Tsenyi’s (“genius” in Hungarian) photograph of two lovers, Lou Villars and Arlette Juneau, who work at the cross-dressing Chameleon Club owned by a Hungarian woman named Yvonne.  The novel follows the transformation of Lou from Olympic hopeful to race car driver to Nazi sympathizer and spy.  The story is told through alternating chapters of Tsenyi’s letters home to his supportive, adoring parents; excerpts from a biography of Lou Villars by Nathalie Dunois who may or may not be the great-niece of Suzanne Dunois Tsenyi (the widow and former wife of Tsenyi); newspaper articles, essays and novel excerpts by Maine; the unpublished memoirs of Suzanne Tsenyi; the story of the early life of Yvonne; and the memoir of Lily De Rossignol (Tsenyi’s patron).  The effect is a multifaceted, kaleidoscopic picture that gives a fuller and deeper understanding of how life, circumstances, people and world events can corrupt an innocent girl and change her into an agent of great evil.  A picture that will haunt you long after reading the book.

The Painter by Peter Heller

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Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

Didn’t get the job at the bookstore (notified by email – cold !)  Anyway, last Friday I went to the used bookstore that’s closing down at the end of this month.  Everything was marked down 50%. Bought a hardcover copy of Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises for my personal library.  Picked up a few other books to sell online (PocketWatch Books on Amazon.)  There was an edition of Madame Bovary that caught my eye, but it seemed rather cheaply made (cardboard cover and cheap paper), so I ended up not buying it.   I checked out the publisher and it was the bookstore I had tried to get a job with.  If you don’t believe in the product, you can’t sell it, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise I didn’t get the job after all.  In good conscience, it would be hard for me to peddle books I wouldn’t buy myself.  Anyway, I digress.

Peter Heller, The Painter, Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2014, 364 pp.

What do you get when you cross Grizzly Adams with Ernest Hemingway?  A gun-toting (.41 magnum revolver), former surfing, fly fishing, cheroot smoking, twice-divorced, alcoholic (on the wagon – mostly), ex-felon who happens to be a successful artist (i.e. has a Taos, New Mexico gallery that regularly sells his work) named Jim Stegner.  Currently living a somewhat peaceful existence in Paonia, Colorado, Jim is working on a painting, “Oceans of Women” using a twenty-eight year-old  model, soon-to-be his lover, Sophie.  A chance encounter with a local outfitter abusing one of his horses leads Jim to  violent encounters with one mean hombre of a man, Dell Siminoe and his equally vicious brother, Grant.  Dogged by two detectives seemingly either a step behind or a step ahead of him and pursued by a relentless assailant out for revenge, Jim still somehow manages  to paint and fly fish:  two passions that help him maintain his equilibrium and sanity in this violent and chaotic world while also having to deal with the loss and grief of losing his his sixteen year-old daughter, Alce (Al-say), who was murdered.  With the help of his fortune-telling healer friend/lover, Irmina, he begins to find a little peace and solace back in Taos, New Mexico where his agent has set up a  commission for him to do a portrait of the daughters of a rich patron.  The notoriety and media-attention brought on by his being a suspect in two murders  causes him to be an overnight celebrity, doubling the price of his work and getting him tagged by the media as the “Vigilante Artist.”  In the end, Jim finds a little peace, a little healing and a lot of grace from the most unexpected of places.  Heller has painted a gripping portrait of the tormented soul of an artist trying the best he can to come to terms with his personal demons in an often violent world.

The Translator by Nina Schuyler

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Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

My poem, “The Mad Fiddler of Glencolumbeskille” was recently published in the fall issue of Fiddler Magazine.  Still haven’t heard back from the bookstore I applied to last week.  I use the term bookstore instead of bookshop because it sells a lot of other things besides books and belongs to a chain.  Anyway, trying to think of ways to pay the rent while maintaining some semblance of creativity (my Etsy shop, featuring my woodblock prints, has flatlined – sells were never great to begin with) and not selling out for just a paycheck job.  Yesterday, I opened up Fiddler Books on Amazon.com and listed my first book.  I wanted to call the shop, Candlelight Books, but the name was already taken, along with several other choices.  Even though to me, Amazon is a bookstore (when it first started out), its inventory has grown so huge, I now consider it an online retailer.  But, I digress.

Nina Schuyler, The Translator, Pegasus Books, New York, 2013, 306 pp.

Fifty-three year-old, multilingual Hanne (Ha-ne) Schubert has just finished translating Japanese novelist, Kobayashi’s work into English which will introduce his work to the rest of the world.  A head trauma caused by a fall down a flight of stairs causes Hanne to wake up in the hospital speaking only Japanese.  This accident leads her out of her well-regimented life to Tokyo to attend a translators conference where she will have a chance to meet Kobayashi in person.  When she does, he unexpectedly berates her in public accusing her of having not understood Jiro, the protagonist of his novel and committing the unpardonable sin of rewriting his work.  Confused, Hanne seeks out the Noh actor, Moto, on which the character of Jiro was based on to see for herself if Kobayashi is correct in his accusations.  She ends up spending several days staying in the guest cottage of the famous Noh actor who has taken a hiatus from the stage.  This encounter leads her to the realization that she indeed has not only mistranslated Kobayashi’s novel, but she has also misinterpreted her own life and that of her daughter, Brigitte, from whom she has been estranged from for the past six years.  In an act of contrition, she retranslates Kobayashi’s novel and send it to him without any expectations.  Hanne then seeks out her daughter hoping to be reconciled ending her journey of self-revelation and self-discovery.  The Translator, a novel about the meaning of words and their subtext, as well as the meaning of one’s life and the meaning of other’s lives.

The Last Enchantments by Charles Finch

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Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

Is it just me or does the cover of this book remind you of the cover of the movie tie-in book and DVD cover for One Day?  I’m talking about the color palette.  Anyway, in my previous thread, I mentioned Galveston Bookshop.  (Is it just me or does bookshop sound a little classier than bookstore?)  I forgot to mention I bought a copy of Wolf’s Look Homeward, Angel (paperback), The Life of Dylan Thomas (hardback) and a copy of the Aeneid (paperback).  Again, go out and support your local used bookshop by buying a book instead of spending the money on one of those over-priced, artificially flavored/colored, fancy-smancy named coffees in a paper cup and non-biodegradable plastic lid,  Besides, grinding your own beans and French pressing produce a better cup.  Anyway, I digress.

Charles Finch, The Last Enchantments, St. Martin’s Press, New York, 2014, 336 pp.

William Baxter, fresh off from working on John Kerry’s failed presidential bid, not quite sure of what to do next, decides to go back to school.  He travels to Oxford to spend a year studying the works of George Orwell at Fleet College, leaving behind Allison, his needy, clingy girlfriend of four years.  On his first day, he meets one of the other house residences, Tom, a well-to-do upper class snob – a pseudo-Gatsby sort of fellow, and they conveniently bond together in friendship.  Will soon meets and gets to know the other residences, a international Breakfast Club, thrown together by the fact they are all grad students studying at the same college, with all the charm and superficiality of the group of friends in the movie, St. Elmo’s Fire.  There is Anil from India, a economics major who is into hip-hop and rap and likes to use it’s slang and other colloquialisms like “Haters gonna hate” usually in inappropriate context.  Anneliesse is a history major from Germany who is into photography.  Timmo’s major ambition is not to graduate, but to get a part on a reality show and become a star.  Will develops an adolescent crush on another student, Sophie (“wisdom,” get it?) and acts and reacts with all the sophistication and maturity of a whiney, piney, privileged adolescent that he really is.  To make matters even more painfully embarrassing, the two wince-inducing love scenes are handled prose-wise rather awkwardly.  The book cover uses a similar palette to the poster of the movie, “One Day” in an attempt, I suspect, to connote the nostalgic, romantic student love that opens that movie.  The last enchantments:  Oxford, college life, youthful love and college friends.  Things that cast their spells of magic before we must all grow up and take on adult responsibilities. SPOILER ALERT:  Is the last line of the novel (“Life is strange.”) a summary of what Will has learned or is it trying to be sarcastic as in Hemingway’s last line in the Sun Also Rises (in sentiment, not meaning):  “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” Or is it simply a bad way to end the novel?  After reading the novel, I found nothing too enchanting about The Last Enchantments.

Letters to a Young Scientist by Edward O. Wilson

 

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Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

This book was printed last year, but it’s such a great read I thought I’d go ahead and publish this review I wrote when I first read it.  Speaking of used bookshops in the last thread, I found a wonderful one when on vacation in Galveston, Texas with the no-nonsense name: Galveston Bookshop.  It’s located off the Strand on 317 23rd, Galveston, Tx 77550.  They’re online with Amazon.com.  Established in 1991, they carry a wide variety of used books and LP vinyls.  The last hurricane flooded the store with seven feet of water.  Sitting next to the register is Gus, the “resident shop cat abd customer relations specialist” since 2002.  If you happen to be in Galvestion, it’s definitely worth a visit.

 

Edward O. Wilson, Letters to a Young Scientist, Liveright Publishing Corporation, New York, Ny, 2013.

Sometimes in life, there comes along the right book, read at the right moment, at the right age that can have a profound, life-changing influence on one’s life.  I suspect Pulitzer Prize winner, Edward O. Wilson’s Letters to a Young Scientist may be one of those books that will have a profound influence on anyone contemplating a career in science.

In the literary tradition of Ranier Maria Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet, Wilson has composed twenty letters, not to a young poet, but to a young scientist.  He touches on this connection between poetry and science when he writes:  “The ideal scientist thinks like a poet and only later works like a bookkeeper.”  (p. 74).

Drawing from the deep well of personal experience and wisdom gained from sixty years as a researcher and professor at Harvard University, Wilson’s letters are divided into five categories:  the path to follow, the creative process, a life in science, theory and the big picture, and ethics.  He states the purpose of these letters in the prologue:

The introduction to science and scientific careers that I will give you in this series of letters is not traditional in form or tone.  I mean it to be as personal as possible, using my experiences in research and teaching to provide a realistic image of the challenges and rewards you can expect as you pass through a life in science.” (p. 17).

True to his word, he dispenses down-to-earth, homespun, practical advice and personal anecdotes from his days as a Boy Scout with a scientific interest in snakes, on through high school where he makes the fateful decision to specialize in ants, and from his productive and fruitful years as an entomologist.  His advice for choosing which path to follow:  “The subject for you, as in any true love, is one in which you are interested and that stirs passion and promises pleasure from a lifetime of devotion.”  (p. 52)

Along the way, Wilson gives the young scientist five principles to guide his scientific career by:

Principle #1:  Put passion ahead of training.  (p. 25)

Principle #2:  For every scientist, whether researcher, technologist, or teacher, of whatever competence in mathematics, there exists a discipline in science for which that level of mathematical competence is enough to achieve excellence.  (p. 41).

Principle #3:  March away from the sound of the guns.  Observe the fray from a distance, and while you are at it, consider making your own fray.  (p. 46)

Principle #4:  In the search for scientific discoveries, every problem is an opportunity.  The more difficult the problem, the greater the likely importance of is solution.  (p. 47)

Principle #5:  For every problem in a given discipline of science, there exists a species or other entity or phenomenon ideal for its solution.  (Example:  a kind of mollusk, the sea hare, Aplysia, proved ideal for exploring the cellular base of memory.)

Conversely, for every species or other entity or phenomenon, there exist important problems for the solution of which it is ideally suited.  (Example:  bats were logical for the discovery of sonar.)  (p. 48).

For those who feel they may be lacking   in math skills or an understanding in theory, take heart, for Wilson gives this encouraging advice:  “Before telling you how the goal was accomplished, I will pause to reinforce a point I made earlier:  that successful research doesn’t depend on mathematical skill, or even deep understanding of theory.  It depends to a large degree on choosing an important problem and finding a way to solve it, even if imperfectly at first.  Very often ambition and entrepreneurial drive, in combination, beat brilliance.”  (p. 231).

Passion, perseverance and an insatiable desire to discover the truth about the natural world are three key qualities to being a scientist, three qualities that I found in Wilson while reading his book.

The final letter addresses the importance of scientific ethic.  This ethic primarily concerns the scientist’s relationships with other scientists – making sure to give proper credit where due and always keeping in mind that the inevitable mistakes (“keep them small”) will usually be forgiven if humbly and graciously

acknowledged for what they are, but fraud is certain death for the scientist and, as a result, will never be forgiven or trusted again, for the pursuit of any scientist is, above all, is the pursuit of Truth.

Thinking about a career in science, but aren’t sure?  Wilson gets straight to the point:  “Humanity’s long-term survival depends on acquiring answers to these and many other related questions about our home planet.  Time is growing short.  We need a larger scientific effort, and many more scientists in all disciplines.  Now i’ll repeat what I’ve said when I began these letters:  you are needed.”  (pp. 186-187).

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami

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 Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

Sadly, one local, used book store established in 1945 is going out of business at the end of this month.  I just found out last week when I was in and bought a used copy of Caitlin: Life With Dylan Thomas with a twenty-five percent discount.  When I asked if his sale was an annual one, he replied it was a going-out of business sale.  Too late for this used bookstore, but go out and buy a used book from your local used bookstore and help support it before it meets the same fate as mine.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2014, translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel.

In his sophomore of college, for six months, Tsukuru (“to make or build”) Tazaki finds himself facing an existential dilemma of Shakespearian proportion: to be or not to be. But Tsukuru is no Hamlet and is certain it would be better to be dead. The only reason he is not is because he hasn’t found a convenient door that would allow him to cross over from life to death. The reason for his death wish is that his four close friends (two boys and two girls) from high school have completely cut him off from their once close group with no explanation. They met during summer vacation in their first year of high school volunteering at an after-school program at a Catholic church in their home town of Nagoya. Like the gang of bank robbers in Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, al four friends have names with color associated with their meanings: Ao (blue), Aka (red), Shiro (white) and Kuro (black). Since Tsukuru’s name has no color associated with it, the group sometimes teasingly refers to him as “Colorless Tsukuru.”
Sixteen years later, Tsukuru, now thirty-six, lives and works in Tokyo designing train stations (stations have always fascinated him since childhood). He’s in the beginning of a relationship with a young woman named Sara who tells him their relationship can’t progress any further until he deals with the emotional blockage inside him due to the emotional trauma he suffered from being excluded by his friends. She advises that he seek out these four friends and find out from each why he was cut off from the group. She helps him locate where they are currently working and living, and so Tsukuru on a quest that takes him as far as Sweden. Along the journey, he discovers the truth about what happened sixteen years ago, as well as learning some truths about himself. All the classic trademarks of his works are present here from references to classical music (Liszt’s Le mal du pays from his Years of Wandering suite), strange incidences and characters worthy of a David Lynch movie, existential angst, transmutability and loss to name a few. Fans of Murakami will not be disappointed.

Cambridge: A Novel by Susanna Kaysen

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Welcome to Candlelight Books, a collection of book reviews of recently published books that catch my fancy and other book-related topics.  Like most writers, I love to read.  I love going to the local public library every week.  I also love used books stores and buying used books – they seem to have much more character and personality then the bestsellers fresh off the press in their slick, eye-catching dust jackets.  My poetry blog can found at PoeticMeditation.wordpress.com.

Susanna Kaysen, Cambridge:  A Novel, Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2014.

You can go home again, but you can never go back in time.  This is what Susanna learns in Kaysen’s (Girl, Interrupted) fictionalized portrait of the young novelist on the verge of adolescence in 1950’s Cambridge, Massachusetts – an account of the eight year-old’s Odyssean journey as she moves with her Harvard economics professor father; classical piano-playing, chain-smoking mother and her younger sister from England (home of the real Cambridge) to Massachusetts, Cape Cod, Italy, Greece, then back home to Cambridge (Massachusetts).  Along the way, Susanna begins to develop both physically and emotionally as she experiences disappointment, rebellion and a sense of failure in the third grade; glimpses love and courtship between her Swedish nanny, Fredrika and her piano teacher from India, Vishwa; listens to the adult conversations at the dinner party her mother likes to host; and learns about the Greek world in fourth grade before experiencing Greece firsthand in all its ancient glory when she lives there for a year with her family.  In Greece, she becomes acutely aware of the vastness of time itself in an epiphanous moment when she sees Lord Byron’s name carved in a stone pillar.  The beginnings of rebellion and independence begin to stir inside her against her seemingly omniscient mother.  On returning to Cambridge, Massachusetts, Susanna, now age ten, finds that her childhood as she remembers it is over.  The only constant remaining in her life are the neighbors, the Bigelows and their son, Roger.  By the end of her journey, the budding novelist realizes she is now free to reshape her lost childhood into any form she please, even a happy one.  After all, like New York, Cambridge is also a state of mind.