So I’ve been needing to write these two reviews foreva. What have I been doing so far tonight instead? Watching videos of the band Cheap Trick on YouTube! 😀 It seems that my mom has hoodwinked me into going with her to see them play live in September at our area County Fair! Before my YouTube explorations, I knew three Cheap Trick songs: “I Want You to Want Me,” “Surrender,” and “The Flame.” So I guess I’m going to continue educating myself in preparation. I just didn’t want her going by herself, you know? And mercifully, it’s on a night that my husband has off, so he can care for our son.
Now that I’ve had some caffeine and made myself sit down in front of my computer, let me tell you about Books 10 and 11 from my 20 Books of Summer List. (Actually, Book 11 wasn’t on either of my lists, so shhhh! Don’t tell anybody!) Book 10 is Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff. It was a pick chosen by my book group last month. I voted for it too, because it sounded promisingly weird and my fellow book group member who proposed it said that she loved it and no one else she knew had read it and she was dying to talk about it with people. How could we refuse?
Goodreads Blurb: The critically acclaimed cult novelist makes visceral the terrors of life in Jim Crow America and its lingering effects in this brilliant and wondrous work of the imagination that melds historical fiction, pulp noir, and Lovecraftian horror and fantasy
Chicago, 1954. When his father Montrose goes missing, twenty-two year old Army veteran Atticus Turner embarks on a road trip to New England to find him, accompanied by his Uncle George—publisher of The Safe Negro Travel Guide—and his childhood friend Letitia. On their journey to the manor of Mr. Braithwhite—heir to the estate that owned Atticus’s great grandmother—they encounter both mundane terrors of white America and malevolent spirits that seem straight out of the weird tales George devours.
At the manor, Atticus discovers his father in chains, held prisoner by a secret cabal named the Order of the Ancient Dawn—led by Samuel Braithwhite and his son Caleb—which has gathered to orchestrate a ritual that shockingly centers on Atticus. And his one hope of salvation may be the seed of his—and the whole Turner clan’s—destruction.
A chimerical blend of magic, power, hope, and freedom that stretches across time, touching diverse members of one black family, Lovecraft Country is a devastating kaleidoscopic portrait of racism—the terrifying specter that continues to haunt us today.
Verdict: Three Stars. (Maybe 2.75, honestly.) I wanted to know why my book group mate liked this book so much, and oddly enough she praised the one thing that bothered me the most about this book: character development. I just didn’t really connect to or feel the authenticity of most of the characters in this novel. I like weird, fantastical story lines, and I am open to supernatural and creepy plot developments, which this book has in abundance. But I want my characters to feel real; I want to know enough about the inner workings of their minds to understand them. And I just didn’t get that from this book.
What I did like about this book was the use of fantasy and horror to illustrate historical (and current) racial injustice in America. For example, in one of the stories (oh yeah, this book is really a bunch of interrelated stories about a group of African Americans around Chicago in the 1950’s, not one long narrative, like I was anticipating…) a black woman named Ruby drinks a potion that transforms her into a white woman temporarily. As she inhabits this white body (which also happens to be beautiful) I loved reading her thoughts about the difference in how people treat her.
There was no side-eyeing, no pretending not to see her while wondering what she was up to; she didn’t require attention. She was free to browse, not just individual establishments, but the world.
What else comes with being you?
All in all, I’m glad I read it. It wasn’t something I was likely to seek out on my own, but I think I learned something about the sad, sometimes horrifying realities of daily life for African Americans in the 1950’s, even with all the supernatural story elements. I think that Ruff did the subject matter justice, even as I was a bit conflicted about this not being an Own Voices book. Our book group had a very fruitful discussion about it, and I think it’s a good choice for any group.
Book 11 is The Temporary Bride: A Memoir of Love and Food in Iran by Jennifer Klinec. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m half Persian, but I’ve never been to Iran and my father really didn’t talk very much about his (and my) heritage when I was growing up. So naturally I’m attracted to a book like this, which combines my interest in travel memoirs, food memoirs, and Iran. This was a quick read for me and I really enjoyed it. I loved getting a glimpse of other areas of Iran besides Tehran, a city that, understandably, seems to dominate books set in that country. But let me back up. Here’s the Goodreads blurb.
In her thirties, Jennifer Klinec abandons a corporate job to launch a cooking school from her London flat. Raised in Canada to Hungarian-Croatian parents, she has already travelled to countries most people are fearful of, in search of ancient recipes. Her quest leads her to Iran where, hair discreetly covered and eyes modest, she is introduced to a local woman who will teach her the secrets of the Persian kitchen.
Vahid is suspicious of the strange foreigner who turns up in his mother’s kitchen; he is unused to seeing an independent woman. But a compelling attraction pulls them together and then pits them against harsh Iranian laws and customs.
Getting under the skin of one of the most complex and fascinating nations on earth, The Temporary Bride is a soaring story of being loved, being fed, and the struggle to belong.
Verdict: Four Stars. This was a lovely book. The food writing is lush and evocative, but the real center of the book is the unlikely romance between Klinec and the son of a woman who is teaching her how to cook Persian dishes. It’s a fascinating glimpse of a romantic relationship trying to develop in a country with strict and overbearing rules (both cultural and legal) governing contact between unrelated members of the opposite sex.
Every day Vahid wrote to me. Brief e-mails, sometimes two or three in one day. In between short sentences of concern for my well-being and expressions of tenderness, he put the craving for foods in my mouth. He urged me to wait in the long lines outside the Mahdi ice-cream parlor, to eat their chewy ice cream made with orchid root and mastic that can stretch for several feet without breaking. He described the torshi shops in Bistodoh Bahman Square where vegetables, roots, even young pinecones are pickled, swimming in buckets of caraway seeds and vinegar. I bought cauliflower, caper shoots and tiny turnips scooped into clear plastic bags and topped with a ladleful of sour brine. He made it so that when I ate I heard his voice in my head, missing his presence from every meal. I felt him beside me adding lemon juice and salt, or tapping sugar or crushing sumac between his fingers.
If you’re a fan of food memoirs or an armchair traveler like me, you’ll probably enjoy this compelling story. My only slight criticism is that the events happen in such a compressed time frame (just a few months total, I think) that I wanted a bit more on exactly why Klinec fell so hard for Vahid, when everything in her logical mind and in the Iranian society was telling her that they shouldn’t be a couple. I also wanted more at the end of the book – it felt a bit rushed. Minor quibbles, though.
So, have you read any H.P. Lovecraft? Have you read any good books about Iran? Are you a fan of Cheap Trick? Let me know in the comments.