A Knot in the Grain by Robin McKinley Reveals Author to Have an Older-Man Obsession

I’ve taken my time reading through this collection of McKinley’s short fantasy stories. It's called A Knot in the Grain and Other Stories (1994).  I’ve never considered myself a huge Robin McKinley fan, but I did read a couple of her most lauded novels when I was young. I recall feeling about the same about them as I did these short stories—that they were interesting but not gripping.  I’m sure I read at least one of them twice, but I can’t recall a thing about either except the book covers. I certainly don’t recall the female protagonists falling in love with decades-older men!  They may have, of course, and I just accepted it as a one-off surprise, but in this bunch of short stories, the theme was striking in its repetition. I believe all but the last involved a girl falling for a much, much older man. In the last story, the girl has a boyfriend her age but is not at all in love with him.  Anyhow, this repeat older-man theme was just too much, in my opinion. 

The tales are meandering but well-written, of course.  She is, after all, a Newberry-Medal-winning author!  Any of the stories alone would have been fine and pleasant. While I might have been startled by the age difference, it would likely have been part of the charm that she’d written something a bit more unique and unexpected.  By the end of the collection, however, I was a bit horrified to think what influence an entire book of YA short stories with that repeat older-man-romance theme might have on impressionable girls who up until then would have never even considered looking at an older man that way.  Aside from that, however, I liked hearing the stories—wistful, vague, dreamlike, often featuring gardens and flowers. 

Just before writing this review, I looked up the author on Wikipedia and found that indeed, she had married a decades-older man. Not only that, but he gardened, and she took that up as well.  So I must shrug, concluding that this Scorpio woman was simply deeply in love with her now-deceased husband, so deeply in love that it was the only place her imagination took her. Quite an odd place for the vast majority of us—especially, I imagine, for any teenage girls who might be reading her stories. Or maybe it’s even worse for the mothers of teenage girls (like me) to read, honestly! I remained a bit uncomfortable throughout, but the stories were still sweet in a way.  Strange but sweet. 

Charleston’s Daughter by Sabra Waldfogel is a Tale of Two Cousins

Charleston’s Daughter by Sabra Waldfogel is a tale of two cousins in the Lowcountry of South Carolina in the years shortly before the Civil War. Caro is the quadroon daughter of a slave kept as a wife by a loving plantation owner; Caro grows up being served by the other slaves, wearing fine clothes and being educated—but all is not well, as she lacks the society she craves.

Spoiler Alert! 

When Caro’s father dies suddenly of yellow fever, Caro’s situation changes dramatically. The Jarvies are embarrassed and insulted even by the existence of Caro and her mother—all except for Emily Jarvie, who is horrified at her cousin’s ill-treatment and wants to help her. 

Waldfogel provides best-case scenarios again and again—which she shows to still be intrinsically terrible.  So though a slaveowner might truly fall in love with a slave, and vice versa, laws made it very difficult if not impossible for slaveowners to free their slaves, eventually ruining the future for themselves and/or their offspring. The institution of slavery could not be entirely overcome by individual households. Caro’s father really did love his ‘wife’ and daughter and tried to make provisions for them in his will, which his brother then chose to ignore/misinterpret, putting her and her mother on an almost-abandoned property where they are destitute but live with a freedom I can’t imagine many slaves possessed.  It was still terrible.  And then, when Caro is finally going to be forced to be a house servant—a fate infinitely better than being a field hand—you are with her in wanting her to escape that horrible fate of bowing and scraping to people who have no respect for her, who bully her into ‘behaving’.  I really do appreciate Waldfogel giving this almost fairytale situation for Caro (in comparison to the very real and much worse situations for many slaves), and yet still showing how awful it was, nevertheless. What’s lovely about this is that it cuts out the conceivably-valid arguments against worst-case scenarios of ‘it wasn’t that bad for most of them’ or ‘but they were considered family’ or some such.

Now for my issues with the novel!  My biggest gripe may not be the author’s fault at all.  The narrator read so many lines of several of the female characters in the most whiny, ugly, accusatory tones imaginable.  Tones are important. It was difficult to overcome my immediate dislike of some of the characters, including Caro, due to those grating tones.

Perhaps it was a lack of nuance on the narrator’s part. She must have read the book and decided that Caro’s ‘sass’ and resentments must have been expressed in every syllable that came out of her mouth, in the worst way.  She was right, though, that Caro did have a ton of resentment, some of it misplaced, I believe.  That might be an arguing point, but it irked me how rude Caro was on and on to Emily, her cousin, who was trying to be as nice and helpful as she could be; I suppose some of that may have been worsened by the tone the narrator used for Caro’s voice (if some of it were said more reluctantly or matter-of-factly, I may not have reacted so much).  Emily just took it, which was very high-minded of her, but made me even more annoyed for her.  Not just that, but Caro was jeopardizing her own slim chances of having a better life by repeatedly trying to alienate Emily with her rude behavior (which it absolutely was in the audiobook, at least). I’m not sure how many Emilys would have kept taking that sort of continual rebuff. Not sure why she even kept trying—except that she was right that Caro and her mother were being treated dismally.

Another issue I had with the story is that Caro often showed poor judgment in other ways as well.  But then, she was young, and maybe it was entirely realistic.  Often she made good choices.  I suppose I’m a little more used to my protagonists being savvier.  What bothered me, particularly, is that her poor choices never seemed to sink her—though really, I suppose that is closer to reality than one might think. How often do we get every element right, all the time?

My last gripe is that Waldfogel presents Caro, who has ‘ivory’ skin, as being treated just like all the other slaves when her fancy clothes are taken away—by the public, that is.  Seems to me that Waldfogel was a little out of touch with the differences this would have created for her in society, being a beautiful young quadroon as she was.

I suspect I would have enjoyed the print version of this novel much more than the audiobook, as those obnoxious tones grated and colored my perceptions of the characters (and the author) unfairly, perhaps.  Even if the author did mean for there to be subtle inflections that way, it doesn’t mean she meant for them to be ruint with exaggerated whininess in the tone of voice, which makes us far less sympathetic to the characters.  A character can say something with a tone of mild-but-pleasant exasperation and not... well, you get my drift.  Skip the audiobook unless it’s the only way you consume novels, but if you do listen to it, try to take those strident tones in stride.

The Gospel of Loki by Joanne Harris Makes Sense of the Norse Myths in an Epic Retelling

I’ve gone through the Norse myths a few times now, including Neil Gaiman’s far-more-famous Norse Myths, and I have to say this has been my favorite retelling. Vastly preferred. Gaiman’s a wonderful writer, but he delights so in shock value that he seems to leave out these elements that make monsters more human (including Thor, who is a psychopathic brute in his stories).  Harris, on the other hand, adds elements here and there that make Loki’s actions suddenly make far more sense.  Loki doesn’t dwell--far less than I would—but seems to merely shrug these triggers off, for the most part, in the moment.  But when he retaliates, you understand better why he does, maybe even better than Loki does himself—after all, Loki identifies as the quintessential ‘bad boy’, really. For example, I’d never put together that Loki’s son Fenris Wolf was tricked by the other gods and bound eternally shortly before Loki had Balder, Odin’s golden son, killed.  I am not sure if that’s always the sequence it’s written in, but this was the first time I’d even made that causal association.  It seems obvious now, and somehow Harris managed to convey that association even though Loki seemed to shrug off Fenris’s fate and declare once again how unpaternal he is.

Truly, I was delighted by The Gospel of Loki audiobook, which was not at all what I expected.  A few years ago I had enjoyed Runemarks, and this was ‘in that series’, so I delayed listening to it because I wanted to first refresh myself on Runemarks.  I finally, however, just put on this audiobook, which turned out to be only a distantly-related novel; Odin was a character in Runemarks, but that is an entirely fictional story based around an odd girl living in a village.  The Gospel of Loki, however, is an epic retelling of the Norse myths from Loki’s perspective, and the girl is not part of the story at all.

I believe Joanne Harris may have added some major origin elements of her own creation—such as that Odin pulled Loki’s human-form manifestation from his wildfire aspect in chaos, which had previously served the Lord of Chaos—but such additions served to make imminent sense of Loki’s story and remained consistent with known elements of the stories, which have only come down to us in part.  I tend to think she may have tapped into some of the original myths, it makes so much sense!  Also, Joanne Harris somehow, magically, manages to maintain Loki’s witty, persuasive voice throughout this entire novel, which must have been quite a feat.  Only once did I feel that she slipped just slightly in keeping up Loki’s voice, and that could be... godly error/variation? 

Loki is such a charming, brilliant character that you find yourself sympathetic even when you know he’s guilty as sin—or chaos, as that may be.  He suffered so much at being punished, and you hate to see it, and it sort of reinforces the fruitlessness of punishment, per se, beyond the mere practicality of preventing further crimes.  Especially in Loki’s case, as Joanne Harris subtly delivers the message that Loki’s mistreatment/punishments are what bring them all to Ragnarok.  He is brilliant, after all, and the punishments make him desperate. 

On a personal authorial note, my two as-yet-unpublished YA Fantasy manuscripts-in-progress are linked to aspects of Norse mythology, but I’ve as yet never so much as mentioned the Trickster (Loki) at all. After this magnificent retelling, I wouldn’t be surprised if he inserts himself into any future manuscripts in my own series, thanks to Joanne Harris’s amazing storytelling!  I already liked her writing, but she has just gone up several notches in my list of favorite authors.  By the way, the narrator, Allan Corduner, was absolutely fantastic as well, and I highly recommend the audiobook version.

Shelf Unbound Indie Book Awards Finalist

Silk: Caroline's Story was named as a finalist for the Shelf Unbound Indie Book Awards, and they interviewed me for their magazine, too! Read it here on page 24.

Royal Town Rambles Blows Author Over With Surprise Photo

I was beyond delighted to see this review of Silk: Caroline's Story on Royal Town Rambles, a blog centered on Kingstree's history. Linda did some digging and discovered a photograph of my own family tree's real-life Caroline, who was the inspiration for my very fictional character in my very fictional story. I didn't even know such a photo existed, and I'm thrilled beyond measure. I'd only had a description of her by writer Bessie Swann Britton as blond and pretty, but it seems she was more of a brunette, actually, like me!

  

Prohibition Museum Experience

My husband and I went to the Prohibition Museum in Savannah yesterday for a date day. I was drawn to it after a recent visit to the county museum in Florence, SC, where I learned that South Carolina had enacted statewide Prohibition years before the national ban--a fact which required a small, emergency edit to my Tapestry manuscript!  Phew! Thank goodness I took the time to visit that museum!  I was surprised how much I didn't know before going in the Prohibition Museum, too, such as: When Georgia also enacted statewide Prohibition (yes, way before national Prohibition, eight years before South Carolina), Savannah and residents of neighboring counties considered seceding from the state!

The museum was so well done, quite entertaining! It starts a bit on the side of Prohibition and gradually goes extremely anti-Prohibition, winding up in the historic Speakeasy. The visit to their Speakeasy incorporates the senses better than most museums with historic drinks like the Aviation and the Mary Pickford (a fruity cocktail). Totally sympathetic with women of the Temperance movement, but I enjoyed the Aviation, too!  I’d seen the violet drink made just in June during the Historical Novel Society conference as a popular early-20th-century drink.

A couple invited us to sit with them at their table in the Speakeasy (they’d nabbed it when my hubby stepped away, and I think they may have heard us lamenting losing our table). Anyhow, they were from Houston, visiting for the weekend for an annual tourist trip to Savannah. So nice talking with them, but the gist of it for me was a bigger appreciation for actually living in Savannah, as it really is quite lovely. Mostly.  I always get tickled when I meet people who've traveled from afar to experience what I get to do at a fraction of the cost.  Not that they don't have their own nearby attractions that they likely avail themselves of, as well, but I do think we have more than most, being such a tourist destination (and near to others like Charleston and St. Augustine, Orlando and beaches...).

Definitely a fun outing. There was so much information and all these amusing/entertaining cartoons and such of the era. Loved it! My one criticism, I suppose, is that a fantastic exhibit somewhere in the middle, a main feature, has Mr. Busch arguing fairly persuasively for anti-Prohibition, whereas the Temperance speaker focused more on God than practical arguments, making her seem an extremist--not helped by that being in the same room where they feature Carrie Nation, who did not represent most of the Temperance movement. I think perhaps that's where the shift occurs... The displays over the course of the museum really did follow the historical sequence, including with the shift in public reaction. And even though perhaps it seems a waste to us that Prohibition was enacted, it drastically reduced rates of child abuse and likely alcohol-related deaths overall, and I had the sense that alcohol consumption never returned to the pre-Prohibition levels.  Yet despite my Temperance leanings, I was so charmed with the crowded Speakeasy's ambiance. Bars are generally lined with TVs these days, and all the flickering lights are distracting and obnoxious, in my personal opinion. Perhaps it's for the best that they repulse me, as I suspect this near-teetotaler could easily become a lush!

Overall, a wonderful experience for two whose maternal grandfathers were both bootleggers--a topic also well-addressed at the museum, of course!

The Inkheart Trilogy by Cornelia Funke

I’ve just completed the fantastic Inkheart Trilogy (novels published 2003-2008) audiobooks. I’ve been weeks about it, but they are truly quite long stories.  As a writer, you can imagine how I adore the premise: a writer’s novel turns out to actually be another real world, which he seems to control (if not create altogether!). 

Funke’s storytelling is rich and meandering. Aside from the part of the story set in Europe in modern times, she’s truly created another universe, a complex one that seems rather medieval. Her characters are faulty, and very little is truly ideal. I listened to it probably over a decade ago and liked it more this time than last time, though perhaps that’s because I knew better what to expect.

Twelve-year-old Meggie is the main protagonist (if these stories can be said to have one), not the old Inkweaver, and of course she’s my favorite character. Her father, a bookbinder called Silvertongue, is warm-hearted and steadfast, tall and handsome (I suspect Funke was somewhat gone over him—and he’ll forever be Brendan Fraser in my mind, as that’s who played him in the movie version). The aged scribbler is likeable—fiesty and warm-hearted and full of himself to a ridiculous, perhaps justifiable, degree. You never know exactly how people are going to behave, yet it’s always believable—and sometimes breaks your heart with disappointment. Yet you often get happy endings of a sort.

During the process of listening to these novels, I was seized with the notion of rebinding some of my falling-apart study manuals from my naturopathic school days, and only as I was in the midst of rebinding them did I realize that I must have been inspired by Silvertongue’s craft!  I was sometimes hours on a single volume—but that was nothing next to the painstaking rebinding Silvertongue did, usually taking days, which was rather a consolation.  So not only was there bookbinding going on (albeit mostly just replacing tattered covers and old, broken plastic-comb spines on the books), but at least some of the manuals were in part about herbal therapies, an occupation of Roxanne, one of the most beautiful women imaginable. She is associated (being vague here to try to avoid spoilers!) with Dustfinger, the fire dancer. Yes, I suppose I should have said there is very powerful magic in the Inkworld. Fairies, giants, and enchantments—of course.  Most of the story does center on the adults, and it seemed to me that Funke was fairly realistic (as realistic as a fantasy story can be) in the process of giving Meggie her time in the spotlight; Meggie is quite subject to the whims, expertise, and authority of the adults, but she inevitably plays an essential role, if not always the key role, in the stories. I appreciate that Funke’s plots are hard to predict that way—and in many other ways.

I very much recommend this YA Fantasy Trilogy for anyone who appreciates this genre. Be forewarned that it’s more emotionally complex than most YA Fantasy, and the meandering style of storytelling is reminiscent of historical novelist Phillipa Gregory’s writing, in my opinion. I highly recommend both authors to about the same degree, depending on your genre preference—and mind you, Gregory is one of my favorites!