Tied to a fence

I've got my copy of Judy Shepard's book The Meaning of Matthew: My Song's Murder in Laramie, and a World Transformed, sitting beside me on the couch and I'm at a loss for how to begin my blog about it.

I picked this book up when I was only holiday in Toronto, drawn to it when I saw the name "Matthew" and the word "Laramie" and knew it had to have to do with Matthew Shepard.  It says right on the inside flap of the memoir that "today the name Matthew Shepard is synonymous with gay rights...". At any rate, its a name people recognize.  I first learned of the Matthew Shepard story, if you will, when I read Moises Kaufman's play, "The Laramie Project", written in conjunction with members of the Tectonic Theater Project.  The play combines interviews with various members of the Laramie Community with transcripts from the court trials of Matthew's murderers, and is very moving indeed.  Some years ago, the Surrey School District made somewhat of an ass of itself when they banned "The Laramie Project" from being performed at Elgin Park Secondary.    I'm still incredibly disappointed in that decision, as I think it would have been great for the South Surrey/White Rock community to see Kaufman's play staged.  Anyways.  Having read the play, I was very interested to read a book which is quite simply a mother's account of the death of her son.

While society may know what happened to Shepard, and what uproar and movement was inspired by his tragic death, they don't necessarily know who he actually was.  Judy Shepard, Matthew's mother, explains how he was "just Matt".  That is, in a sense, the point of this book.  It's Judy Shepard's chance to show the world who her son really was.

Because of this underlying purpose, its very simple.  Sometimes, I found myself frustrated by this, wanting more politics, more drama, but I totally get that that isn't the point, and I totally respect Judy Shepard's intentions with her text.

For me, the most striking parts of the text were the addresses made by both Judy, and her husband Dennis, in court, when asked to describe how their lives would be different without Matt in it.  How they both managed to be so eloquent in such a time of grief is something truly amazing.

The point of these blog posts is typically to share my opinion on whether or not a book is worth reading. In the case of The Meaning of Matthew, that would be an insanely insensitive judgement to make.  The book is essentially about the life of an individual, and the difference he made in the world.  So because of that, yes, of course its worth reading.


http://www.matthewshepard.org/

Shanghai Girls

So much for New Year's Resolutions.

I'm afraid my 1book/10days goal has fallen to the wayside to make room for shopping trips to Seattle, Holidays to Ontario, and far too much TV watching (have fallen in love with the new series SMASH and Revenge, and am, as always, obsessed with Fringe, The Office, Grey's Anatomy, and countless others).

I did manage, however, to fit a 3rd book into January before falling off the resolution train (I made that metaphor up.  It isn't a thing.)

Shanghai Girls by Lisa See, I'm afraid, was a waste of my time. I haven't read any of this author's previous works (Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, Peony in Love, etc.) but judging by their title's alone, I imagine See fell into Jodi's trap a bit, and figured that if Asian Chick Lit worked once, it would work again.  And again.  And, apparently, again and again.  The website link above gives a similar synopsis to the one I read on the back cover of this "borrowed from an aunt" book, and gave me sufficient cause to believe I'd enjoy it.

I think where See failed was in keeping my interest.  Her novel is essentially a memoir, and documents the lives of two sisters from early adulthood to old ladyhood.  Their journey begins in Shanghai, lasts through the Japanese invasion against the city, sees them illegally immigrate to America, start families there, and in the end, head back to China.  They face a few tragedies along the way, and another thing that somewhat turned me against See was what I viewed as a trivialization of rape, and then of suicide.  Maybe its a culture thing that I was unable to pick up on, but I found that these events felt forced, almost as if they were stuck willy-nilly in to the story to add excitement (not sure it worked).

I simply found myself bored with See's novel, and really had to force myself to finish it.  I contemplated not even dignifying the read with a blog, but then I figured I could at least give my small readership a warning to not bother.

I have higher expectations for my next couple reads- ones I picked up onsale at the Indigo in Oshawa whilst shopping with my Aunt, little cousin, and best friend.  "Good Bones and Simple Murders", a short story collection by my main madam Margaret Atwood, and The Meaning of Matthew, written by Judy Shepherd following her son's murder in Laramie (sidenote, "The Laramie Project" is one of the most moving plays I've ever read", both promise to be better than my last pick.

We Need to Talk About Kevin

"Uneasy with the sacrifices and social demotion of motherhood from the start, Eva fears that her alarming dislike for her own son may be responsible for driving him so nihilistically off the rails..."


Ok bloggies, we need to talk about We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.  This Orange Prize winning book is getting major hype these days, as the motion picture of the same name, starring Tilda Swinton and John C. Reilly, comes out this month.  (Side note, this nye, before going out for a wild evening in Van, I went out to starbucks in White Rock without mascara on.  Pulled a Swinton. Probably the most daring aesthetic move I've made in all my life.)

Shriver's book is narrated via a series letters (ooo epistolary novel! How very Victorian of you! How very much my jam!) from Eva Khatchadourian to her husband Franklin.  In these letters, Eva goes over, start to finish, her ambiguous relationship with motherhood, and whether or not she had something to do with her son Kevin's decision, at age 15, to murder seven classmates, a teacher and cafeteria worker at his highschool.

From page one, Shriver's novel is absolutely captivating.  You get completely sucked in to Eva's life, and her twisted relationship with her equally twisted son.  Shriver's writing style was an absolute delight, and I was especially impressed with her use of vocabulary.  I finally got around to downloading the dictionary.com app for my iPhone, if only because I needed to look up words constantly while working through this book.  In what you could loosely term metafiction, Shriver's Eva and Kevin are equally adept in vocab, a little detail I greatly appreciated.

In her own blurb about the book, Shriver writes:

"The novel does implicitly ask: "Has Kevin been mangled by his mother's coldness, or is he innately horried?" Yet I hope that this question is no more resolved in the book thn crude oppositings like "nature vs nurte" are ever reconciled in real life...Is Kevin inherintely evil, or is Eva- who admits about motherhood, "I was terrible at it" - ultimately to blame for how he turned out? I don't know. You tell me."

Indeeeeed, these are the complexities that Shriver executes just...just amazingly really.  I'm lucky that I never came across this book in school, because I don't think I'd be able to write a paper on it without breaking the weighty "don't praise the author" rule- without breaking it many times.

Kevin is a sadistic asshole.  You hate him, you hate him so much, and you can't blame Eva for hating him too.  But then you're like- wait a second, she's his MOTHER, she's supposed to love him unconditionally no matter what, what is WRONG with her?  The back and forth is what makes this book so gripping, and so obsession worthy.  Although he is not as developed throughout, Eva's husband and Kevin's father, Franklin, is also a fascinating character, if technically a "flat" one.  He fills out the typical parental role, loving unconditionally even when the reader is highly convinced that he shouldn't.  The fact that at the heart of her letters and the whole reason for her going over her motherhood is Eva's deep love for Franklin is something that gets lost in the excitement and hideousness of the plot.  It is, however, perhaps one of the reasons the reader may lean towards identifying with Eva, with this clearly human emotion of hers.  

In true review fashion, I can't give away the ending, but man, does it ever take you to a deep place.  This book is not for the faint-of-heart.  It is possibly the best example I've ever read of "heavy"reading, if you take the term in an emotional sense.  It is a times downright depressing, and yet it is so impeccably written that if you think you can muster some darkness, you should give it a try.  If only to learn what dolorous, fricative, logomachy, and maleficence mean.

The Marriage Plot

One of my new year's resolutions is to "enrich my life through literature and music".  To complete the lit portion of this pledge I hope to read a book every ten days.  So far, I'm on track, having recently finished Jeffrey Eugenides' latest work, The Marriage Plot.

I got this novel from both my mother, and one of my aunts, tipping you off, dear readers, to how much it seems suited to me.

For starters, I've been a fan of Eugenides before.  While most people may recognize his name in association with The Virgin Suicides, I was much more impressed with Eugenides' second work, MiddleSex, in which he explores the issue of gender identity, surrounded, of course, by the many branching issues that come with it.  The book won a pulitzer prize, and for good reason.  Its a challenging read, but one that makes you feel super intelligent while perusing its pages.

Moving on to E's latest work!  If I may, the hook on the front flap of the cover is the reason I knew I had to read this book, and likely the reason my mum and her sister chose it for me as well:

"Its the early 1980s - the country is in a deep recession, and life after college is harder than ever.  In the cafes on College Hill, the wised-up kids are inhaling Derrida and listening to Talking Heads.  But Madeleine Hanna, dutiful English major, is writing her senior thesis on Jane Austen and George Eliot, purveyors of the marriage plot that lies at the heart of the greatest English novels."

The protagonist of this novel is me!

After having read more than just the front flap of The Marriage Plot, however, I have to admit that this description is a little bit misleading.  While Madeleine starts off super into Victorian Lit, and comes back around to it in the end, she spends a fair chunk of the text getting into the philosophical stuff her fellow students are getting into.  This is ok though, as Madeleine's academic leanings aren't the point of Eugenides' work anyways.

Amazingly, this novel is a tongue-in-cheek 21st century version of its title, of the "marriage plot" from Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Middlemarch and so many others.  At the same time, its an exploration on feminism (which I always love), gender stereotypes, religion, sexuality, mental health and RELATIONSHIPS. (and the list goes on).

Along with Madeleine, we follow the college and post-college lives of her boyfriend and eventual husband Leonard- a brilliant-minded science student who suffers from manic depression, and religious studies student Mitchell, who falls in love with Madeleine from day one and spends his year after graduation backpacking across Europe and then India with his roommate from college.  Its a love triangle of sort, but a complex one, complicated by several of the issues I mentioned above.

I have to say that Mitchell's storyline is a little bit cliche, in that he does some lily-pad hopping to and from religions, but is never able to overcome his own ego to give over to the whole "more than me" concept that seems to centre many of them.  He is at times a bit of a dog in his treatment of women, but in the end makes an incredibly gentleman-like decision that made the whole book worth reading.

Madeleine isn't the most likeable character, but I liked her.  Throughout the novel, she makes both admirable and stupid decisions, so if she's not typically "likeable", she's at least believable.  I saw many aspects of myself in her character as well, which always does the trick for getting a reader into her reading material.

Leonard, for me, is one of the more interesting characters- which is saying something, because he's a boring lump for most of the text.  The reality of the situation is that Leonard is in a depressive state for a huge chunk of the novel, and only twice (compared to many more times for Madeleine and Mitchell) do we get a window into his side of things.  I think Eugenides does an admirable job of portraying a character dealing with a mental illness, which is not something that is easy to do.  I've got some huge empathetic feelings towards Leonard, and I really respected the way that E represented Leonard's journey with his disease, and how it effects the people around him.

So while the novel may not necessarily be worth reading if looking at characters alone, the "hot topics" that Eugenides explores through these characters are. We get so many angles: stereotypes and stigmas are enforced, then subverted- they are turned on their heads, made fun of, and ultimately left up in the air. I love it.

The Marriage Plot is not your typical Victorian novel; its not your typical love story.  It is, however, a captivating and thought-provoking read that can definitely find a place in your heart- if you let it.