Abraham has come from England in the early years of American settlement to work with his uncle who has sponsored his transport He is surprised by the reception he receives: he is thrown into the barren barracks with the other poor, desperate workers and sent to peddle the wares of the business to surrounding folks, to the best of his ability. Abe, as he comes to be known, begins his journey as a traveling peddler by landing surreptitiously in the home of a stunning, fiercely independent, Cherokee woman. She takes him in briefly, cares for him, and although amused by him, does not return his sudden, youthful passion. As he seeks to reconcile this woman’s past and discover where her heart truly lies, he grows to understand not only himself, but the complex stratification of the society he sees growing around him.
My first impression of this story was actually incredulity – that a story was being written about a Jewish man falling in love with a Cherokee woman hundreds of years ago in this country. It just sounded to me an unlikely scenario, given the insular world of the Jews at that time. As I read further, what I came to appreciate was that it was a clever vehicle through which to describe the era of the Trail of Tears. This dark period in our American past is when President Andrew Jackson authorized the displacement of thousands of indigenous people from their land and moved them in caravans westward. This atrocity was committed under perilous conditions, and thousands of Native Americans perished because of disease, starvation, unwieldy weather conditions and a lack of adequate provisions from the American government. In telling this story through the eyes of Abe, a Jew and an outsider trying to find where he fit in among the various strata of peoples, there is often a delineation of the pecking order and a redefining of that pecking order as Abe continues to struggle with it. Where do the slaves of the Cherokees fit in? Where do the slaves of the Whites fit in? Where does he fit in relative to them all? As he is sorting this all out, we see how the groundwork of all of it is being sorted out for future generations – and how some sought to fight against it but, sadly, lost.
So, at first glance, I wasn’t sure about this book, but as I continued through it, it gained more and more value to me and I appreciate it for its very powerful messaging. I feel it educated me and gave me insight into this bleak blot on our American past.
Polly and Ivan are concerned about their daughter, Amanda. She’s a gymnast and has an unusual diarrheal illness for the past couple of weeks. Their pediatrician, who knows them well, can deduce that this is not a good sign and from her low white blood cell count he is extremely worried about the possibility of cancer. But not in a million years is he expecting that she’d be positive for AIDS, having contracted it from a blood transfusion after a complicated surgery for appendicitis 5 years prior, before blood was screened for the virus. The paranoia and alienation that the whole family experiences is unexpected and devastating, possibly even worse than the actual diagnosis.
This book, published in 1988, reminds us of the experience that so many went through when HIV first appeared in the 1980’s. With ads on TV for HIV medications so commonplace and ordinary today, it’s hard to remember that not so long ago, there was mass victimization of those who were infected with the virus. Children infected via intrauterine transmission or from blood transfusions were sometimes not allowed in school because of fears of casual contact transmitting the virus to others, even when there was early evidence that this was not possible. Millions of infected adults suffered not only from the disease but from the indignities of being ostracized from a society who rejected them because of their disease. And we have still not cured it. [The reason for this has probably more to do with financial incentive than the science – it is more beneficial for pharmaceutical companies to produce medications that sustain patients with the disease than to cure it. Just as with cancer. But I digress…]
As for the book, I found the story compelling, but the writing a bit awkward. It is told in the present tense, which I often dislike. More importantly, though, the narration also shifts from one character to another almost as if they are passing a hot potato from one to another, to another. This shift occurs so frequently and over so many characters that it dilutes and distracts from the actual plot and it is harder to become attached to the truly important players. We just can’t feel that sorry for everyone. So while the story is tragic, it does not cut quite as deeply as it might.
Nevertheless, At Risk is a timepiece and tells a part of the story of our bitter history of the HIV epidemic that is important to remember. We think of HIV as a disease of adults only, but there were thousands of children affected by the disease as well. And still are today.
Louisa is taking the plunge – she is reinventing herself, moving to NYC, starting a job as a personal assistant to a Fifth Avenue society wife. It may seem daunting at first, but she will do this. She will overcome her tiny room and her ugly uniform. She will adjust to her insecure and capricious boss and the dysfunctional family who now employs her. And surely everything will be ok when Sam, her paramedic boyfriend from back home in England, comes to visit – won’t it? Louisa is determined to make this work – although it may cost her more than she ever imagined it would.
This third in the Me Before You trilogy is a book that I believe is most valued for its lovely characters. While the plot may be a bit predictable and a little cliche, the characters feel like your comfortable old slippers that you’ve just found behind the dust bunnies under your bed. Louisa is caring and honest to the bone. When she returns home to her quirky and loving family, it feels like we are all coming home. And when she’s with Sam, even when things are not going so well, we feel a tactile electric presence between them even when we know they are fictional characters. Somehow, with words, Moyes is able to create actual warmth rising up from the pages of this book. I think that is what I loved about it – the warmth.
So even though it is wrapped up a little too perfectly in its package, it is a sweet, fun read that makes you smile and root for the good folks.
I’d love to know if you agree!
As a young girl, Jane observes her brother and his girlfriends with a keen eye. She watches her brother’s casual attitude toward women and sees how they hurt. Later, Jane embarks on her own journey of relationships and it is no surprise that we accompany her through much growth before she is able to enjoy a healthy, honest, mutual relationship of her own.
This is actually a fun, lighthearted (for the most part), and entertaining read. Some lines made me actually laugh out loud, because of the clever sarcasm that Jane slings at everyone around her. Her character is kind and honest to the core, which is refreshing. She is someone I’d absolutely want to be friends with – so much so, that when the book was finished, I felt I had lost a charming, new friend.
I only wish there had been depth to the story. Yes we hear about her relationship with her father, which was so tender. But she is utterly cavalier about her career, in spite of the fact that she is extremely bright and has such potential. She is also more of a follower than we’d expect of someone with such a strong personality otherwise. It feels inconsistent. And disappointing. But maybe I”m looking for too much or taking her too seriously.
The book, though, definitely served to put a smile on my face and that is worth so much at this moment in our collective experience in 2019. So if you’re looking for some distraction from all the muck, this is it!
Lulu is on a mission to save her husband, Thorpe, who is trapped in a prison camp known for being the harshest and meanest of its kind. But she knows that the package she’s carrying is so valuable that if she gives it up too freely, there will be no saving Thorpe. So she does what she has to do and escapes with only this to find shelter with his sister, whom she’s never before met, isn’t even sure she can trust. With Thorpe’s sister, she is destined to sort out both the future and their very complicated past.
What I love about Beatriz Williams’ writing is that she weaves deeply complex characters into political intrigue/historical fiction using an almost casual and personal voice. You feel like it’s your old friend who is telling you this lovely story. And your friend is vulnerable, has had a difficult history, and so your heart goes out to this friend and you want very much to hear so much more.
And while this story occurs during the era of WWII, it is unlike most other WWII stories. There are only casual references to Jews, camps, and to Pearl Harbor and the Japanese, because much of the story takes place in the Bahamas. But it is interesting as an example of how the War impacted the world. Here, we see how British royals may have been involved remotely, for instance, and may have played a role in maneuvering intelligence and power from distant corners of the world. And it’s not clear if it was for good or for evil.
One of the most prominent and beautiful characters in this novel, Elfriede, also suffers from post-partum depression. She is feared, ostracized, even sent away because of her illness. But she is the kindest of characters, has the most generous heart, and feels passionately about each person she loves. She is the ultimate hero in the story. I love that her character, suffering as it is, is celebrated in this story.
Once again, one of my favorite authors has come through for me – for all of us! Hope you enjoy this book as I have!
I have my friend Jimmy to thank for this one…
AJ is aware of how ornery he has grown and still cannot help himself – no, he almost delights in it, even as it might actually be responsible for driving away the few customers who might visit his tiny, fledgling island bookstore. But when he is outright nasty to the attractive, new publishing company rep, he actually feels a twinge of remorse. Two discoveries after this, one a loss and one a find, both that occur in the confines of his bookstore, lead to major changes in AJ’s life that open up his heart once again to the possibility of love and connection to others.
While this is a somewhat unlikely story, and requires some bit of blind acceptance, it is a sweet one, nonetheless. We’d all love to believe that a middle aged man, set in his ways, living alone, would take in a completely strange toddler left on his doorstep. It is a beautiful image, but I’m not sure how realistic it is. But this is fiction, so we’ll go with it.
On the other hand, the setting is a bookstore on an island (a mashup of my 2 favorite kinds of places). The characters are utterly endearing, from the awkward Amelia, the publishing rep with the bad taste in clothes and the great taste in books, to the police chief with the expanding taste in books and the predictable taste in party foods. They are characters we engage with easily and comfortably, as we would an old armchair. Even the plot winds around our hearts and tugs gently but surely. It will get you.
This is a sweet novel and perfect for anyone who loves talking about books – and reading about others who love talking about books!
Dory has not skipped multiple grades as have all of his older siblings. He has not acquired any advanced academic degrees and he has not defended his PhD thesis. He believes he is barely even noticed by anyone, even when he routinely runs away from home to test his theory. The only one who does seem to see him is Denise, the only other person in his class with no friends. Denise, who is known to be chronically depressed, even suicidal at times, and who shuns every other human being’s attention. As Dory works hard to decipher just who he is in the context of his odd, cynical, intellectual family, he learns that one doesn’t need a PhD to be kind or to find justice.
This is a quirky coming-of-age novel that will no doubt wind up on your local indie foreign film screen one day soon. Simultaneously dark and sardonically comical, the story goes where you least expect it to go. And the characters are wonderfully unconventional. Dory himself is so painfully awkward and is so utterly endearing that the reader feels for him from the very first line. Even his siblings, who are narcissistic and socially objectionable, are still quite funny and entertaining. Even Denise, who is depressed, isolated, and cynical, offers her own brand of glib commentary on the world which is often sarcastic.
On the other hand, it is also a quite serious commentary on the emotional crippling of the educational system. While Dory finds himself surrounded by siblings who excel academically, he finds no one is able to mentor him in the area of emotional intelligence. This he has to figure out on his own, and this is his greatest challenge. His siblings are all emotionally suppressed, have no friends and have never learned to express or cope with emotions in any healthy way. Ironically, it seems they look to the youngest of them all – Dory – as an example.
I actually really liked this book and I believe you will hear more about it and its author.