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Showing posts with label Fairy Tales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fairy Tales. Show all posts

3.21.2012

A Review: The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey


"As Jack knelt in the bloody snow, he wondered if that was how a man held up his end of the bargain, by learning and taking into his heart this strange wilderness-- guarded and naked, violent and meek, tremulous in its greatness." 

IF you feel like you need to grab something to cap off that uneventful winter before heading into spring.. do it.  IF you feel like you've always wanted to pack it up and live out of a log cabin IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.. do it.  IF you enjoy hunting, or snow, or the cold, or trees or anything remotely associated with those listed previously.. do it. 

Seriously.

Set in the late 19th century, Jack and Mabel have moved to Alaska in hopes of taming the wilderness and setting up a homestead. The move, a chance for Jack to try his hand at a different landscape, is more of an attempt to escape the painful memories, for Mabel. Desperately in want of a child of her own, Mabel's grief is only heightened by the harsh landscape in which she finds herself surrounded. However, the two find their lives changed when they see a flutter amidst the snow once morning.  Faina, the snow child, mysteriously appears from the wood one morning, quickly becoming a source of joy and distress for the couple. 

The story moves at a slower pace than many of the books you often find topping the lists of most anticipated novels. However, the beautiful detail of the harsh, Alaskan landscape during this period of time is quite captivating.  Senses alive, I could feel the crisp, cool air and the flutter of slowly falling snow flakes. And while Ivey may have simplified some of the more taxing issues present in this lifestyle, I felt that she also provided another, more gentle perspective of this vast, untamed land. And believe it was completely intentional, as the audience understands Mabel and Jack's desire to make the best of the situation, to accept their lot and move forward with their lives.

However, as uplifting as this may appear, The Snow Child is filled with despairing content. The story is told through the eyes of both Jack and Mabel. While we understand the creeping depression that is always attempting to overcome Mabel, and see the same situations through Jack's eyes in a different light, there's an understanding that both are deeply affected by years of suppressed grief and regret. This element strongly draws attention to the intimacy and secrecy that coexists in a relationship. Furthermore, while Faina brings hope and enthusiasm to their lives, this happiness is fleeting for the majority of the novel.

The cast of characters, lovable in their own right, made it much easier for me to invest the time (leaving me wishing the story would never end). While I'll admit that elements of the story left me with more questions than answers, I felt there was a lot to learn in such a short novel.  The importance of friendships, and love, and faith in oneself/partner are all examined here.

Ivey seamlessly weaves fantasy and realism together to create a tale that is far from anything I've picked up lately. I'll be the first to admit that I'm generally not a fan of this type of writing, but it definitely worked here. I enjoyed the references to the Russian folklore and look forward to uncovering more about the original.

If you're looking for a fast-paced, pick-me-up I'd skip it for now... but you're certainly missing out on something special. 






5.24.2011

A Review: Kate Morton's The Forgotten Garden


Before I purchased the novel I had a vague idea of what I was getting myself into.  I knew that the story had a secret garden, hence the name, and, I'll admit, snagged me from the get-go. Aside from the mysterious garden, I was pretty much in the dark.  While I enjoyed this because it was much lighter (well, sort of) and offered me some escape, there was much lacking.

The novel traces the lives of 4 (or 5 or maybe 6) women:  Rose Mountrachet, the daughter of Linus and Adeline Mountrachet; Eliza Makepeace, the cousin of Rose, and daughter of Linus's sister, Georgiana; Nell, abandoned orphan, and grandmother to Cassandra.  Okay, so there are a lot of women in this novel.

A Short Synopsis:

A four year old is found on the shore of an Australian town with nothing but a tiny suitcase to her name.  Twenty years later, Nell's (later Ivory) adopted father confesses this secret, sending Nell on an expedition to find her biological family through clues found in the suitcase.  After Nell's death, a note is left for her granddaughter, Cassandra, explaining that a small cottage overlooking the sea has been left for her.  Cassandra, dealing with her own scarred past, makes her way to England to finally solve the mystery of Nell's birthright.

Ok.  I find that it's almost impossible to include a "short" synopsis for this title.  The book was over 600 pages, and, while not as detailed as something you might expect from Tolstoy, it contained enough stories to be anything but easy to explain.  I find the review slightly taxing considering the amount of activity going on with each character.

Morton moves through the past and present to complete her story, using fairy tales and gothic literature to build her characters.  Eliza, Rose's talented and orphaned cousin, weaves fairy tales to help soothe her ailing cousin, and to express her own desires and disappointments.  While I felt that some of Morton's tales were wholly original, many were completely ripped from other well-known fairy tales.

Rose's father Linus, and Eliza's uncle, possesses an unnatural infatuation with his sister Georgiana, who has run away from the family home to follow her love and dies leaving her two children Eliza, and twin, Sammy, at the mercy of a greedy landlord.  Once Linus manages to find Eliza, he brings her back to the Mountrachet estate in an attempt to capture her forever. This part of the novel really piqued my interest, it was slightly disturbing like the events in another of my favorites: The Thirteenth Tale; however, Morton briefly throws the lurking Linus around here and there without ever really developing his creepiness.

Upon discovery that Nell is actually the child of other parents, she literally calls off her marriage to a man she loves, and turns a cold shoulder to the family she's loved as her own.  While never expressing (she doesn't ever really express much at all, honestly) that she feels betrayed by her family, she suddenly becomes almost obsessed with finding her biological family and plans to leave Australia forever to take her "true place" in England.

That is... until Nell's flighty daughter Leslie, who also makes brief appearances, leaves young Cassandra at her doorstep, altering her plans forever.  Cassandra learns of her grandmother's secret after she has passed away.  Between Cassandra's personal struggle and the trip she embarks on to uncover her grandmother's family history, there's more drama than a daytime television show.

The novel's key characters all struggle with loss and isolation.  The entire tone of the novel is rather dark and sorrowful.  The delight of finding love and the hidden garden don't hold enough weight to brighten up the story in any way.  It seems that while the garden may have brought joy to Eliza and Rose, while children, it holds dreadful memories of a past that will never again be.  For Rose, it becomes a place that must be closed off, a place where life flourishes with utmost ease; Eliza, a prison from which she must escape.  Towards the end of the novel, Morton offers Cassandra a fresh start, and also manages to attain the answers her grandmother so desperately sought out during her lifetime.

The novel, while entertaining, was far from anything I'd call exceptional.  The characters were mostly unoriginal and lacked a certain depth that I feel the reader really needed to suspend disbelief.  I never found myself yearning to pick it up to uncover the next mystery; it flipped so quickly back and forth, and rapidly deployed one shocking incident after another, that I was only reading to finish because so much time had already had been invested.  There were moments when the writing was quite magical, but there were far more moments where I felt it was dull and oversimplistic.
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