The Hero's Walk, Anita Rau Badami

Lalu Prasad Shaw, Babu Resting, 2012/13

(August 15) I heard about this on the CBC one night driving back from the hospital after visiting Mom. It was one of the books in the Canada Reads “competition,” during which the proponents of different books as the year’s “best book” advocate for their choice in a debate format.

As I was listening for that hour one night (rainy and cold) it was down to The Hero’s Walk and The Illegal by Lawrence Hill. I had read neither nor even heard of either, but the advocates for the two books (low-level celebrities of various kinds) made me want The Hero’s Walk to “win.”

It didn’t -- in the end the audience voted The Illegal the winner by a narrow margin. I wonder now (not yet having read The Illegal) if that was possibly because The Hero’s Walk was only glancingly about Canada (I don’t know if the books that make it to the competition have to be set in Canada or only just be written by a Canadian or only just be published by a Canadian publisher or what). The Hero’s Walk takes place mostly in India; the role played by Vancouver could have been played by any North American city, the point being to contrast the two cultures clashing for wee Nandana. Maybe the The Illegal seemed to the audience more “Canadian” although none of the celebrities said that in their comments?

I can’t remember now if the Hamilton Library had The Hero’s Walk or not, but it was easily obtainable from Mills. The Illegal, on the other hand, was not available through Mills and there was a long waiting list for it at HPL.

I liked The Hero’s Walk from the start -- it had all the elements of the Indian novels I have read and loved in the past, like by V.S. Naipaul, Vikram Seth, Rohinton Mistry, Kipling: the endearing charming Indians, the crazy crowded spectacle of Indian life, the heart-breaking contrasts between tragedy and comedy.

For a long time while reading it I was wondering why it was called The Hero’s Walk… there were mentions of Hindu tales and myths referencing the Indian hero, and of course Indian movies, but it was all very subtle for the longest time. Eventually it’s clear that the title highlights Nirmala’s dancing school above all the other traditional stuff, and that Nirmala is really the hero the men wish to be -- steady, loving, positive. So that is a nice feature, because when we are introduced to her through Sripathi’s point of view at the beginning, when he is still mean and pinched and haughty, she comes off as silly and cowlike, another mistake he made in his youth.

But eventually you realize that that was just a bad point of view.

Sripathi transforms -- and at a late stage of life, too!! Yay for the late 50s! -- and does become a hero, or more of one.

Anyway, it’s a nice little book, with, as I say, that affectionate capture of Indian psychology whereby everything is ironically or sarcastically loving.

Thank heavens not so searing as Mistry’s A Fine Balance, which made me decide never to read another Indian novel since they were too harrowing. But here there is a lot of loss and sorrow and floating in shit water, too, as always.

The Happiness Makeover: How to Teach Yourself to Be Happy and Enjoy Every Day, M.J. Ryan

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, The Seated Clown (Mademoiselle Cha-U-Kao), 1896

(July 6) This was recommended by the Utne Reader... the excerpt suggested that it might be like Law of Attraction stuff… and that’s why I read it… I am always testing LoA against other theories… it’s never been completely contradicted by any other point of view I’ve read, but different people piece it together blindly, not seeing the freedom and agency of LoA, just the “truth” that being positive results in positivity… here in a similar vein the recommendations for happiness are consistent with LoA, but lack understanding of it… and I’m so happy to “get" LoA, because, otherwise, I would have to conclude that this is a book for really sad people, and it’s sad to think there are people who are this sad and who are glad for the morsels of comfort offered by this vague an approximation of LoA…

I’m giving it 2.5 stars because it’s a bit formulaic in construction… 1, 2, 3, a, b, c, anecdote from real life; analysis; solution… all these books are like this but you shouldn’t feel it happening with each chapter… in this book there were quite a few “anecdotes from life” that really didn’t suit the problem they were meant to illustrate, so those passages made you conscious of the formula grinding along, and then once or twice Ryan used her own situation of having to work on her books while others are lounging as an example of a happiness problem ...and so you think -- ugh, sorry you had to do this unhappy work for us

So that was odd

I think Ryan’s advice for gaining happiness is very good… I just feel it would help everyone more if she had the whole picture... there’s a reason gloom brings more gloom

[Added a year later (August 11, 2017): I was reading the Utne newsletter today and saw this title… and wondered, “Have I read this? It seems like the kind of thing I would enjoy.” So I didn’t remember I had read it at all and I had to come here to check. I see why I didn’t remember it.]

The Stench of Honolulu, Jack Handey

Salvador Dali, Ship With Butterfly Sails, 1937

(April 3) Jack Handey is so surreal but so hilarious… all I want to do is quote from this book over and over till I’ve copied out the whole thing.

OK, here are five random book openings:

I’ve always wanted to be an inventor. But the “powers that be” have decided the world doesn’t need things like the cardboard canoe, for when you only feel like canoeing for an hour or so and you’re too lazy to drag your canoe out of the water.

I littered for miles. I was starting to get bored when, out of the blue, a patch of bright green appeared. I was tickled pink. It was a golf course, with a big clubhouse set in the middle. Finally, something in Hawaii that was pretty.

The red boat chugged past us upriver. My plan had worked. I turned to Leilani. I wanted to gloat, but as a man I had other desires. I wanted to tell her how I had been right and she had been wrong. Wait, I guess that’s gloating.

Don and I nodded agreement. Is it wrong to lie because you’re planning to steal something? That’s a question probably only the philosophers can answer. One thing I knew for sure: The Golden Monkey did not want to be gawked at. He wanted to be melted down into smooth little ingots and smuggled to America inside someone’s rectum.

He twisted, just in time to get another volley of sticks in the back, then twisted again to get some more in the front. He lurched back and forth. A couple of late sticks bounced off his head. He looked like a porcupine, only not a regular porcupine -- a porcupine of sticks.

Completely random, but to me all completely hilarious.

Year of Yes: How to Dance It Out, Stand in the Sun and Be Your Own Person, Shonda Rhimes

D.B. Merlin, Shonda Rhimes, 2010

(March 26) Never watched her shows (any of them) but you cannot help knowing about them if you spend any time on the internet. Why did I put my name in for this book? Was it because Lena Dunham recommended it (and likes her a lot? ...because I was all Lena all the time there for a while and maybe still am).

Anyway, girl took a long, long time to get to the point of the “year of yes” title… like, much longer than I needed in order to be persuaded. Then, having set this all up, she goes ahead and dismantles it step by step…. and you realize this “year of yes” stuff was backfitted onto an existing desire to grab glory that she felt was perhaps too arrogant in itself.

It’s like she’s saying -- “I never celebrated myself on the way up and now I want to because after all I am talented and it’s not wrong to recognize one’s own talent and we should all do that and if we all did that I wouldn’t look so arrogant! But anyway -- it’s OK to be arrogant!”

She has a lot of energy. But her writing style. Her writing style is very stylized. So stylized I don’t know if I like it. I am imitating it now. How do you like it?

Anyway -- although Shonda Rhimes clearly has talent and it was not a huge burden to read this book, I am less interested than I ever was to watch Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, Scandal, or How to Get Away with Murder. I developed some retroactive sympathy for Katherine Heigl’s issue back in the day, even.

There is so much misdirection and multiplicity going on here that the bullshit alarm goes off more than one likes.

Not That Kind of Girl, Lena Dunham

Megan Pryce, Lena Dunham, 2014

(March 9) I found myself really liking this book… but it was strange… it didn’t make me heh-heh like Tina Fey would; it didn’t make me laugh like Miranda July, Nora Ephron or Mindy Kaling would… but I thought about it when I wasn’t reading it.

Sometimes I just thought, bah, this entitled girl of the new millennium -- she just has the same problems as every girl in history has ever had and the same self-fixation …. her problems are just a little more pathetic than usual… which she is somehow “fixing” or “rationalizing” or “moving on” from by being ironic???? I’m not sure; "kids today!"

I mean, I wouldn’t want people to know that men had treated me the way some men have treated Lena Dunham…. but I can’t think why it helps anything to keep such things private, either.

Though she and every new young thing in the world (cf. Holden Caulfield) like to be blasé about everything, they are shocked by the same things that shock all of us, and they like to haul them out and give everyone a good blast of trauma every once in a while. (I was going to say “old people don’t do this” but then thought of Jerry Saltz.)

Mostly, though, it’s that every once in a while Dunham, whose problems we all share and are so banal, is very profoundly insightful…. e.g., about her body and that tiny man’s body… about feminism… “it would be easy to just be a jerk like a man but what a great honour it is to have to try to behave like a woman.”

The wisdom of her mother was compelling: “you don’t gain respect by….”

Dunham made me think about a lot of things, and especially a lot about feminism… I feel like I haven’t been feminist enough now ...and I was never shy about it.

If I ever had the chance to ask her a question about the book, though, it would be about whether Pepper, the little hamster whose fused hind legs were snipped apart with manicure scissors by Nathan the pervert teacher, went on to have a normal hamster life.

A hamster is a huge part of Tiny Furniture, come to think of it.

Everything I Never Told You, Celeste Ng

Deng Ming-Dao, Being Chinese American Series 2011: What We Expect of Women

(January 20) This was recommended by Nicole Chung at The Toast last fall (September 2, 2015), and was in hot demand at the library, so off I went.

I really liked it… it was fun to read “real fiction” again for some reason… I guess I've been reading so much nonfiction lately: Kate Hepburn’s biography, how-to books, and spiritual books (and Alexander McCall Smith, who’s so stylized in some ways as not to be “normal” fiction).

This mystery reminded me of Gone Girl or John Green’s books, but so much gentler. Good suspense, though, nonetheless.

The story is so touching in a racial-tension way, anyway, to begin with... at first you feel it’s “one of those aching stories about which the reader knows so much more than any of the characters,” which is fine in itself, but which makes what you actually are going to get so unexpected... the story becomes so much more complicated than you've been led to suspect, turning an apparently plausible narrative slowly over onto its head so that it means completely the opposite of what it first appeared to… there is very clever back-and-forth-ing in time, creating new and profound layers of meaning so that each scene is all the more wince-making when you re-encounter it … it's not heavy-handed, either… it doesn't wrench the story around… each new point of view is just a subtle shift … (it’s not like Rashomon or something).

Yeah -- I liked it… but I guess I did not lurve it… it took me till the library's drop-dead return date to finish it.

“Drop dead,” heh.

The Novel Habits of Happiness, Alexander McCall Smith

Francis Cadell, Iona, Looking North, ?1912-30

(December 28) Loved it, as always with Alexander McCall Smith… I love the way Isabel thinks.

This one was about open-mindedness often, explored in a variety of ways.

Really interesting: the rehabilitation of one of Isabel’s enemies (conributes to the open-mindedness theme, obvi)

As usual: an ambiguous problem “solved” ambiguously (= not solved)

Interesting: Cat is going to marry Jamie’s doppelgänger??? (McCall Smith is surprising and creative)

I want to spend all my time reading about what Isabel and Jamie do during a routine day... how they prepare their meals and open their bottles of New Zealand wines and bathe their adorable son, sit in their back garden and later sing a few “old” songs to each other at the piano… so peaceful and civilized… ::big sigh::

Why Not Me?, Mindy Kaling

Raja Ravi Varma, The Goddess Saraswathi, 1896

(December 17, 2015) I loved this book as much as or more than her first one… just so great.

I laughed out loud so much.

Pages 47-48: laughed out loud then choked up within the space of a half-page:

One very gratifying compliment I sometimes hear is that women want to be my best friend. This endlessly amuses my actual best friend, Jocelyn, because in her estimation I’m “a good friend, but not that great” 

... And all that stuff I do to “appear” better has actually made me a better person. I wish I had always acted like I was a little bit famous.

P. 116:

The Emmy announcements take place at 5:30 a.m., Pacific Standard Time, because when we are finding out the top six contenders for best miniseries, movie, or dramatic special, it’s important that the whole nation watch as one.

So many lines like that throughout … this is her comedic specialty.

It was interesting that on p. 123 she alluded to Catcher in the Rye, because she does sound exactly like Holden Caulfield sometimes … and she is making fun of her own pretentiousness … but, in fact, she does have the kind of wisdom you find in literary works.

Love Style Life, Garance Doré

Réné Gruau, La Cigarette, 1983

(December 11) I liked this quite a bit and am surprised by that!

First, I was surprised that this book was so popular… I was always kind of “meh” on Garance Doré's blog… I liked her aesthetic but didn’t register how well done the writing was… now that I've read a whole book of it at once, I've fallen for the charm and can see the appeal… but initially it surprised me that the library already had copies circulating when I looked it up, whereas Alyson Walsh’s Style Forever and Lisa Eldridge’s Face Paint hadn’t been ordered yet. So Garance Doré is incredibly popular. So I lined up for the library copy.

Charming: even though I read a lot of these blogs and these kinds of books, this book had a few great little tips I’d never heard before and am glad to have,* and I learned a few more details about different fashion-related things, like the names of the various Ray Ban sunglasses, e.g. I knew “Aviator” and I knew “Wayfarer”... but I never knew “Clubmaster.”

I like Garance Doré's take on “being French” or dressing like a Parisian, which is such a hot topic right now: she doesn’t exalt either the French or the Americans but she does find both funny and she identifies the points of view that are completely opposite -- useful to know.

But mostly I fell in love with her voice and her perspective, which had never impressed me that much before from the blog. She’s kind of wise. She pays lip service to fashion and beauty, but mostly she wants to talk about manners, etiquette, social elegance, strength of character… good topics for real human beings.

I love the way she draws… I always liked that about her… the clean, spare sexiness of her lines… but I eventually realized it’s a style she stole a bit from Réné Gruau.

* I no longer have these, three years later when I actually post the review.

Style Forever, Alyson Walsh

Dean Marsh, Camila Batmanghelidjh, 2008

(November 18) I keep reading these style guides looking for the Holy Grail nugget of advice that will make me stylish or at least make old-age dressing interesting …. but hmm.

I have followed Alyson Walsh’s blog for a while and quite enjoy her aesthetic… this book offers a little more detail about her aesthetic ...and I notice with all these style "guides" that, really, you’re being offered the details of one individual aesthetic… even though the premise of these guides is to find the reader's style. So -- ::shrug::

This book had a few proofing and copy-editing errors, and was printed in teeny-tiny type. There were no photos, just illustrations (beautiful, but impressionistic).

It was very British, too…. references, language, media, “style icons”....

Odd, a bit formulaic (a few pages of notes on a topic then an interview with a “style icon,” repeat), but likable, like Alyson Walsh herself.

She Always Knew How: Mae West, A Personal Biography, Charlotte Chandler

(October 15) This was good biography in that it was almost all direct quotes from Mae West herself …. or those who knew her (maybe 10 per cent the latter). She was very smart and a feminist, and the creation of her signature persona was interesting.

The Knockoff, Lucy Sykes and Jo Piazza

Yiying Lu, Anna Wintour with a QR Code Top, 2011

(September 16) I really didn’t think much of this novel from early on, and was disappointed since it was touted by Nick Wooster and a few other fashion bloggers / experts I follow… but now I realize they probably know the two authors personally and wanted to use their powers to help their friends.

And everyone is always hoping for another The Devil Wears Prada, which made such a good movie (I haven’t read the book).

But it was kind of cheesy and predictable on the one hand, and implausible and tacky on the other. 

Here's a sample sentence: “A band, one that was fairly well known among hipster yuppies in gentrifying Brooklyn, was setting up on the stage.” (p. 314)

I have to agree with the 1- and 2-star reviews on Amazon:

The characters were over the top, but not in a fun, whimsical way like in Bergorf Blondes, which I enjoyed. A 42-year-old who has been on a brief medical sabbatical reacts to this brave new world like a caveman being unfrozen from a glacier, befuddled by the concept of internet traffic and bemoaning the demise of the floppy disk. A graduate of Harvard business school who lands a prestigious position at an important fashion magazine tweets that she is “bringin da pinky swear back. Booya!” Because that's how adult women talk in 2015. Nailed it.

More at this link.

No One Understands You: And What to Do About It, Heidi Grant Halvorson

(August 18) This book was recommended by Jezebel's Tracy Moore, whose teasers made it seem like the book would teach you that when you say “x,” people hear “y,” so say “z” instead to make sure you're understood.

There was a little bit of that, but the whole perspective of the book was from the other direction: it was about the lenses perceivers wear, and how to identify and offset these. This will help you avoid making a bad first impression or reduce any misperception you struggle against (mostly in the workplace it seems), plus show you how to reverse such situations.

So some of that is what most people do in life -- you figure out people around you and engineer your comments and intentions to work with them. But this is a much more in-depth version of that, helping you with people you have no way of interpreting otherwise.

Tracy Moore does offer a good summary.

Betsy-Tacy, Betsy and the Great World, and Betsy's Wedding, Maud Hart Lovelace

Émile Vernon, Best of Friends, 1917

(July 14, July 25, August 3) Got Betsy-Tacy out of the library because Mallory Ortberg was rhapsodizing about Betsy and the Great World and I realized I had read those books as a kid.... had read them and really loved them, because I can remember naming paper dolls and other “people” we had “Tacy” and “Tib”... and I just remember being really fond of the stories and nodding in approval whenever I saw societies and reading groups devoted to them.

Re-reading Betsy-Tacy was a bit of a shock -- I had to wonder how drab my life was at the time that I loved those stories so much: they are the plainest vanilla stories ever... sweet, but too young for anyone who can read for herself. The Bobbsey Twins books were way more inventive and absorbing it seems to me even now.

However, the grown-up Betsy books redeemed Maud Hart Lovelace for me. They are totally enjoyable. The two later books are not profound, and the plot lines are a little predictable… but Lovelace always puts a little twist into things that keeps them interesting.

They're sweet, like Anne of Green Gables books without literary pretensions, and they have that travel-to-a-different-time effect that I like…. full of strange daily activities and customs taken for granted then (early 1900s), completely forgotten now.

I’m missing them now…. wishing I had the outcome of a little luncheon party or a letter to Somebody Significant or such like to look forward to reading.

You Can Heal Your Life and Heal Your Body, Louise Hay

Bill Morrison (art director), "Godfellas" episode of Futurama, 2002

(July 6) You Can Heal Your Life contains Heal Your Body, as probably do most of Louise Hay’s books, which I didn’t realize till I bought both. :} But I don’t mind investing in a guru.

This does not contradict Abraham-Hicks thinking -- but it seems to offer different routes to finding feelings of happiness which are perfectly in keeping with A-H, yet different. More general, and more “your mind controls everything anyway”... A-H is more about reducing resistance (although they do recommend fantasizing everything into place)... well, whatever… they are different, but mutually inclusive.

I think Hay even kind of answers the question of why there is the resistance… something that has always nagged at me and is still not perfectly clear as a context, even with Hay’s explanations of early deep-seated grudges. Why do we go for grudge-bearing?

It’s like A-H, her thinking, but it’s a little more woo-woo somehow. It’s definitely complementary, though. It’s like: A-H tells you to get rid of resistance, but Hay knows exactly what your resistance is and gives you a way to get rid of it permanently.

She has definitely focused on physical health more than anything and I thought at first she was appealing a little more directly to the victim point of view… but I realize from reading her that I do have a victim point of view, to my surprise.

How did I come to this book? I saw the movie enthusiastically recommended by a trusted blogger and got it out of the library (had to wait a long while since it was in heavy demand). The movie made me want to read her books, and I bought them, I was in such a hurry.

[The episode of Futurama illustrated above contained a godhead figure who was the wisest, most benevolent godhead figure you could ever imagine.]

No One Belongs Here More Than You, Miranda July

Tina Mammoser, Intertidal, 2014

(June 22) Funny -- I heh-heh’d aloud throughout as I did through the novel (The First Bad Man).

So interesting -- many of the same themes as TFBM -- love, female identity, language jokes: “the dynamic had moved down the block and was serving others” is one of many, many, funny little metaphors… I could quote every page.

The First Bad Man, Miranda July

Miranda July, from Kids Activity Pages for Apartamento Magazine, 2011

(April 20) I loved this book. I laughed helplessly on every page.

It’s all crazy and improbable stuff but it’s, like, that never matters, fundamentally.

Trying Not to Try: The Art and Science of Spontaneity, Edward Slingerland

Woman Playing Polo, 8th C. CE

(April 3) Really liked this subject, wu-wei and de -- basically, Taoism (Daoism?) compared and contrasted with other ancient Eastern philosophies.

It is styled to be about the modern desire to "get in the groove," an angle that feels like it was foisted on Slingerland by his editors so that this otherwise scholarly / academic study would appeal to a lay public (I always resent it that these topics are not considered interesting enough their own, and resent it almost as much that the imposed "hook" never gets full shrift either).

Got the title from the Utne Reader e-newsletter .

I was interested because all I had ever heard about Eastern thought beyond the clichés of Chinese aphorisms was in those Xena episodes where she falls in love with Lao Tze's wife, who was the real author of the Tao texts (lol). Loved those episodes and always swore I'd read more about this mystical power the Tao texts seemed to have for Xena.

Despite this interest, the book's briefness and Slingerland's very readable style, I took forever to get through this -- had to renew it twice (the maximum at the time).

The A-H index: sometimes it supported Abraham-Hicks thinking; sometimes it didn't.

Hot and cold cognition were fascinating concepts at the time, but now, lo, these two years later, I can't remember a thing about them.

Paper Towns, John Green

Eoin, Endlessly Slipping, 2013

(February 19) I wanted to read Paper Towns because I enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars so much. This seemed slow at first, perhaps because TFiOS was so great and started off so grippingly right from the beginning, and I was maybe worried that this was going to fall A LOT short if it didn't get right down to business.

I also gave it a little side-eye at first because it felt like Green was doing a Manic Pixie Dream Girl story, but then it got very good with a well-done plot point and the story became quite suspenseful. At that point it seemed superior to TFiOS.

It features many, many interesting literary allusions and tropes and many profound insights into how we see and don't see ourselves and each other, and I enjoyed all this very much. Like TFiOS, Paper Towns somehow interweaves literary / philosophical references with down-in-the-dirt teenage crudeness, creating a nice combo of comic lows and lofty, intellectual highs.

The resolution, though? :/ I thought it kind of undermined the suspense that was so beautifully built… and it got too mushy right at the end -- this causes it to lose some power.

So I'm reading along like this… just loving Paper Towns and thinking I'm going to give it 3.5 stars… and then I read some online reviews, to see if anyone else was disappointed like I was by the ending… and I get lost in the vortex of the_whittler’s trenchant observations… and I begin to hate John Green and both his books…

Never experienced such a 180 about a book in my life.

The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself, Michael A. Singer

J.M.W. Turner, The Morning After the Deluge, ca. 1843

(January 31) I am untethered re The Untethered Soul -- I read it 22 months ago and cannot remember a thing about it, and when I read my notes on it they spark nothing.

I read it because Jennifer Scott, the Madame Chic author who captured a bit of my fancy back in 2015, scheduled it as a “virtual book club” read. I hadn’t heard of it before but I always like to sample "spiritual books" to see if they jive with or contradict Abraham-Hicks stuff. And so off I went. I may even have purchased this one.

It definitely jived with Abraham-Hicks and maybe promises even more than A-H does.But none of it has stuck with me.