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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Is Gatsby the Great American Novel or just a pretender? The timeless Flapper and Endless Love


Is GATSBY the Great American Novel or just a pretender?

“Whether it’s something that happened twenty years ago or only yesterday, I must start out with an emotion—one that’s close to me and that I can understand.”  F.Scott Fitzgerald

      This quote is key to Fitzgerald, a source of strength and criticism as a weakness-- especially in his rivalry with Hemingway.  I felt revisiting this novel was like reading a diary about a lost love— nostalgic, bitter-sweet, and touching.  A huge success in its era, GATSBY was later reviled as trivial, politically bankrupt , a celebration of rich people and their decadent life style.  Today of course, it’s assigned reading for schools, supposedly about class and money in America. But for that, Dreiser’s An American Tragedy may be the better novel. So why is this novel a classic?

       Let’s begin with Nick, the haunted narrator, struggling to come to terms with events he can’t quite understand. GATSBY is a novel haunted by the inexplicable and that theme repeats, like a novel designed as a symphony or an opera.  Gatsby is a man who lives in inexplicable luxury and no one knows the source of his wealth, whether it’s bootlegging or mysterious “drugstores.”  Though he doesn’t drink and is self-contained, he inexplicably throws huge wild parties.  Daisy and Tom are inexplicably married, though Tom’s a bulky man with rough talk and coarse excesses and Daisy’s a slight girl of delicate beauty and mannered nuance.  These three are the major chords, the triangle for reverberating themes of love and loss.  

        Opposing themes are Nick, the honest bond salesman and his relationship with Jordan, a beautiful tennis pro. Daisy’s childhood friend, Jordan is a tough athletic woman who likes controlling her game, on the court and off.  She’s “nobody’s fool” to Daisy’s dreamy attitudes.  The wary attraction-repulsion Nick feels for Jordan is a counterweight to Gatsby’s complete obsession with Daisy. Nicksomehow admires and fears for Gatsby’s complete abandonment. Yet, under the spell of Gatsby’s belief, he lets him use his house to meet Daisy for tea. As Gatsby cherishes his love as the highest value, Nick cherishes honesty.  So, he lends his integrity to the couple, but is uneasy.
  
      Nick’s aware of  Hazel, Tom’s “woman in New York..” Though it’s not "right" for married Daisy to renew her affair with Gatsby, Nick has seen how Tom carelessly flaunts his affair. He rationalizes there is something okay about Daisy meeting Gatsby, since but for the war they might have married.  Nick, the supposed realist, ignores the truth that Daisy didn’t wait for Gatsby but married a solid man of her class— in physical bulk and money. She even has a little girl,  with her neck and face shape.  

         Like Chekhov’s The Sea Gull or Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, you get the fluttery movement of love in conflict with reality and fear there will be a price. GATSBY provides a crescendo of emotion, before the horrific, somehow inevitable fall. The brilliance of GATSBY isn't the plot but that like Nick, you become a believer in Gatsby’s dream.  That dream is echoed in the minor theme of Hazel, who lives out her fantasy that Tome will leave his wife and they will go away together.
  
         As Gatsby and Daisy are suited in temperament, Mabel and Tom possess animal “vitality.” Their enjoyment of money and sexual pleasure is low life, repellent to Nick, when he’s trapped in their “love nest” of a flat.  He much prefers Gatsby’s ethereal fantasies, to this dark underside of "love." In fact, Nick, who denies attachment, finds Gatsby’s yearnings, both foolish and admirable. In the beginning, he sees Gatsby on his lawn gazing at a green light on a dock. Later, he learns that's Daisy’s dock. He’s shocked, when he comes to realize that Gatsby’s aspirations; the handsome mansion, on the edge of nouveau riche, like his crafted appearance and manners, were all acquired to win Daisy’s love.  Even his parties were a hope she would wander in. 

        Searching for Gatsby's identity, Nick finds that for five years he has dedicated himself to this passion.  Meanwhile, Nick, who prides himself on his honesty, finds reason to reject Jordan for her “easy lies.” He can’t help disparaging her self-assurance. Spoiled, he thinks, easily bored, because Jordan, like him, is a loner without moorings.  A kind of society nomad, she goes from tournaments to parties, to other people’s houses. Always at her leisure, she’s never quite engaged. So in the end, when she tells him she is actually engaged to be married, he's in disbelief, without acknowledging his own failure to risk love.

           What Nick the realist does get, more than Gatsby, is that Daisy and Jordan, are “rich girls,” meaning they think much of themselves. Jordan’s proud independence is as much a pose as Daisy’s particular delicacy. When Gatsby asks Nick to invite Daisy (his cousin)  for tea, the event is the pinnacle of all Gatsby's  striving to deserve her—his castle in the air.  Nick surmises this, when he meets Gatsby’s “associate,” a man of dubious criminal activities. But this matters little to Nick, who wants Gatsby to win, when he grasps the depth of Gatsby’s love; the drive for him to acquire the appearance of aristocracy, money and taste. That   Gatsby’s high romance ends tragically for him, as does Mable’s, isn't a surprise. But this plot is not news.

           In the end, Nick wonders how such an ambitious talented man could end up with no real friend but himself?  How did his great unselfish love lead to his downfall?  When Nick attributes it to class and money, he's only partially accurate. He calls Tom and Daisy “careless” in the way of rich people that can do damage and retreat into their wealth and that's true. But it's not Fitzgerald's point. The larger theme he plays is the pathos in the inevitable shortcomings of human existence.  

            In a lifetime, a man shoots for the heavens, yet must eventually come to earth.  And love as transcendence, though hardly adequate, is something. Nick finally admits that at the end. When Jordan says she had cared for him, as a man who prided himself on honesty, he denies himself. Says he never did.
But he comes to know his own self-delusion and what it has cost him. 

             Fitzgerald's written a great American novel, though I don't think it's THE definitive one about our culture. His friend John  Dos Passos was a chronicler of class in his USA Trilogy. Fitzgerald wrote about the timeless flapper and endless love.

S.W.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Heart of Darkness in Ann Patchett's STATE OF WONDER



I like Ann Patchett's novels. I loved the Magician’s Assistant and enjoyed Bel Canto. What hooks me is the grand adventure and the incredible consciousness of her heroines. These women are hyper aware of their worlds and themselves. They have irony and real humor, along with a grit that is surprising and transformative. Marina Singh in State of Wonder is just such a creation.

Honest and skeptical by nature and her training as a scientist, Marina also possesses compassion for the flaws of human kind. Painfully aware of her own, she’s glad to have repetitive work in the lab of a pharmaceutical company and the friendship of her colleague, Anders. Like her, he’s a native Minnesotan, who enjoys his safe comfortable home. Why she’s surprised he agrees, when Mr. Fox, the CEO, asks him to go to the Amazon to find the elusive Dr. Swenson.  
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The only risk in Marina’s careful life is her affair with Mr.Fox, married and old enough to be her lost father. But her sense of  security is shattered by the unthinkable, Anders' death of a fever. In her perfunctory note, Dr. Swenson gaves no details and seemed annoyed by his visit. Wasn't she the person taking care of him, wonders Marina. Once Swenson’s student, she recalls the woman’s formidable work ethic and her intolerance of human failings. Even so, Marina finds her letter about Anders appalling. And the famous scientist, who's been developing a fertility drug for years, is completely unreachable. Mr. Fox does not even  know the location of her lab, though he needs to know about progress on the drug and to bring Swenson home. --Anders' original mission.

When Ander’s wife asks Marina to find out what happened, she considers going and is surprised that Mr. Fox is in agreement. But she packs with grave misgivings about her competency. While Swenson's student, she made one horrible mistake, which led to her changing fields. She doubts that even if Dr. Swenson doesn't recall her, she can fulfill Mr. Fox’s purposes. .

Throughout the grueling journey, Marina is haunted by a reoccurring childhood nightmare, inspired by an antimalarial drug. Also disorienting is the loss of her luggage, when she lands in Manaus. She never finds it but does eventually locate the young hippie couple, who live in Dr. Swenson’s apartment--the only people who know the location of her lab. But their job is to keep people away from Dr. Swenson.

So Marina’s quest becomes a waiting game. She hates the hot sticky rainy depressing town but becomes friends with the young woman. One night she insists on dressing Marina for the opera and there, in Dr. Swenson’s box, she finally meets the scientist. She also meets Easter, the uncanny deaf mute boy who serves Dr. Swenson. When Marina explains that her mission is for Anders' wife, Swenson tells her to go home. 

Instead, Marina gets into a pontoon to journey with Swenson into primeval darkness. Like Conrad’s narrator, her Kurtz takes her  into a living nightmare. And, while Easter steers the boat down the river, Marina learns of ways she can die; bugs that carry malaria, lethal snakes that unfurl themselves from trees, as well as the painted “former” cannibals they come upon, after an unexpected turn.. 

When they finally arrive among the bonfires of the native Lakoshi, this suitcase also disappears and the next morning, over her protests, the Lakoshi women remove her clothes. They put on a loose shift on her, a kind of maternity dress, and braid her hair. Marina has no choice but to “go native,” though her work in the lab provides the sanity of familiar routine. And her relationship with the brilliant Dr. Swenson begins to parallel  Conrad’s hero, when he finally gets to know Kurtz-- before he learns his madness.  

Marina adapts to a life of primal danger and at Dr. Swenson's urging, uses her early surgical training to help the Lakoshi. She comes to realize that Anders could easily have died of a fever and the Lakoshi might have removed his body. But such logic is not the proof she needs. Yet for Mr. Fox, the promise of the fertility drug is inescapably real. Aged Lakoshi women are pregnant. What’s a dream for some western women, the ability to get pregnant beyond forty, is daily life for the Lakoshi, who raise children in multigenerational families. There is also the mysterious source of fertility, a tree that also can produce a cure for malaria.

But Dr.Swenson, now a very pregnant septuagenarian, has resources to develop one drug.  A malaria drug for poor countries would not be Mr.Fox’s choice. And when he comes to find Marina, he is happy to see all around him evidence of fertility. He believes he has a miracle drug and happily leaves the jungle, expecting Marina to later follow.. But Marina must make a choice.She's earned the respect of her mentor, who sees her as her heir. And she's earned the reverence of the Lakoshi, who accept her into their tribal life. And there's the odd attraction of the tree...

Yet Marina also has a huge pull to go home. She's met her darkness and found a life beyond imaginings. . But, unexpectedly, there is nagging news and a heightened intuition of a fearful mission she must complete--for Anders. The result is truly wonderful. Unlike Conrad, Patchett’s horror brings redemption.

SW



Saturday, May 4, 2013

SUPERZELDA, stunning graphic novel, captures the passionate lives of Scott & Zelda Fitzgerald

SUPERZELDA by Tiziana Lo Porto and Daniele Marotta published by One Peace Books

It took two Italians, journalist Tiziana Lo Porto and cartoonist Daniele Marotta, to animate that quintessential American creation, Zelda Fitzgerald. Her ecstatic pursuit of life; joy, love, pleasure, is the romance of the Flapper, immortalized by Scott Fitzgerald. Yet this telling adds the dimension of literature from Zelda's journals, letters exchanged, stories both published, his novels, as well as her vast readings from philosophy to poets.

Much analysis of Zelda begins and ends with tragic beauty, brilliant and unstable. There are also questions about whether Scott exploited her, not just her archetype but her actual writings, which appear in his novels. Opposed are Fitzgerald fans,who believe she destroyed a great writer, driven to alcohol from her madness.

A philosopher quoted that the search for truth often leads to its "bastard substitute" anesthesia. This may be closer than mere psychology to what drove the Fitzgeralds and later contributed to drink and mental instability. Jack Kerouac would have gone on Zelda's road. But this smart funny graphic novel is about the trip and includes comments from those they met; Hemingway, who disliked Zelda, Gertrude Stein, the Murphys,John Dos Passos. Even Louise Brooks' competitive musings.

But SUPERZELDA is smart enough to just tell the story. Zelda grew up willful and outdoorsy in the south, a girl who felt equal to boys and wanted to be a boss. She develops a voracious thirst for books, though her grades slip, when she discovers boys and vice versa. Young Zelda's beauty, zest for adventure and intelligence, attract many admirers. Just being herself, she's in demand. Her Flapper image is a coincidence of personality and history, a time of huge social change for women. Then she meets Scott, who determines to marry her. His desire to have the money to do so spurs him to finish his first novel, a runaway success and they're launched--off!

SUPERZELDA takes you to all the countries of Europe, Algeria, wild parties, Scott's flirtation with Isadora Duncan and Zelda's mad retaliation, the birth of daughter Scottie, sojourns of domesticity. But the thread is how the pair mirror each other's thoughts and feelings, as extreme alter egos. Zelda plays the muse, but the reverse is also true, though when it came to writing for the world, Scott was the boss. Telling the plot is inane, the fun of retelling is in the inspired cartoons. Translated in English in the novel, online its Italian. So just buy the book.






Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Miami My Venice, lovely photo essay is a journey to a timeless city of canals and waterways

MIAMI MY VENICE, a Photo Essay by Rafael Manresa

Manresa's lovely photo essay is a journey to a timeless city of canals and waterways, evocative of and yet contradictory to Venice. In MIAMI, which is accompanied by a wise and sensitive text, Manresa says that if Venice is the serenity, Miami is the agitation. Yet his images of Miami have much of the same ageless, meditative quality as Venice. His distressed images of Miami in feeling resemble the palazzos of Venice. The titles, in Italian further the link. Below are some images from the ebook, which can be purchased and the images viewed at https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/miami-my-venice/id624066113?mt=11.









Monday, April 15, 2013

The Orphanmaster's Son just won the Pulitzer for fiction, a book I wanted to like... here's my original review


The Orphanmaster's Son by Adam Johnson is a book I wanted to like, lots of people I respect do, and I am always willing to champion a book that's against totalitarian repression and meglomaniacal dictators. So what's the problem? It's unrelenting in its narrative of atrocities so viscerally frightening in this "no exit" world that they would have been the envy of Kafka's Castle or Dostoyevsky's The Lower Depths or Solzenetsyn's Gulag or any concentration camp history....and that's my problem. I don't know if Mr.Johnson's N.Korea is meant to be mythic or real or a combination of both.

Why does this matter? If it's historical truth or fiction based on it, then I accept the necessity to shock so we can be outraged and perhaps contribute to some change or resolve it won't happen again. If he's created this world in order to indict N.Korea, that would be an endeavor made more believable by a novel with more than one note--despair/hopelessness--only relieved at the end by the possibility of escape but not for the hero. I found myself almost feeling sorry for a country I know little about, so wholly condemned as vicious, tyrannical, and completely soul destroying for all its citizens high or low.

A pity because it is so well written and yet you find yourself almost afraid to care for the protagonists, because people are so casually tortured and killed--completely eviscerated as individuals with identity in The Orphanmaster's Son. The book tells two stories that overlap. one of General Ga, who is not really the General, and his biographer, who actually is a police torturer. It begins with an orphan, who's not really an orphan since his father is the orphanmaster, the man who captures them from the streets and has them sent to various work farms, uranium mines, toil that leads to no life expectancy for these ill fed, ill treated, flotsam of the bottom rung of N.Korean society. They are exploited even for their blood if they sicken, far worse than Dickens' England. Yet the Orphan master's son manages to survive and keep some identity since he had had a father and a mother who was a "singer."

One day he is attacked by the strongest most evil man in N.Korea, General Ga, and lives to not just escape the uranium mines but to become the man he killed, assuming his high place in society and his wife, the beautiful actress Sun Moon, who is the soul of the "Dear Leader's" Korea. His learning about love with Sun Moon and her two children, inspires a denouement worthy of Casablanca--the movie that inspires the Imposter Ga to a great act of liberation. The police interrogator cannot bear the one noble man he's encountered, who experienced love, to be destroyed and so he tells his story so that his identity will be preserved and, at the end, you protest his stultifying solution, though it was inevitable. In this N.Korea, the "Dear Leader" is a combination of Hitler and Big Brother. In this unimaginable world everyone and everything is part of him and owes whatever existence they have to complete subjugation. It is a nightmare there is no waking from, until the Americans land to rescue their female rower. A path is briefly open. I don't know I would recommend this novel, which I think is a poetic allegory to the reality that is North Korea. I would rather read something by a North Korean? I may be having an authenticity problem.

Friday, April 5, 2013

For Spring, The Wapshot Whatever--Computer Romance between two programs


The Wapshot Whatever

Setting:  Stage lit with white light.  A vaguely human appearing form in black coat, covered in computer wires. As it walks and rants, small lights go on amid electronic pops.
Time:  Infinite now

                                                                ROGUE PROGRAM
      The wapshot legend has broken down.  For whatever am I going to the office, barely paid so swolf's at the door blowing me down--chomping mouth saying you can't make it. Try as you might little piglet, you're another sausage for the gin mill, the spirit mill.

ROGUE  daintily sits crosses legs, sits on floor.

       We want authenticity in pre-packaged tinsley lives that have no real people in them. We want escape. Celeb glamour, see pretty people have flaws unlike you whose whole life is a flaw. So says….

ROGUE wonders answer to this and stands to ponder.

       Have not, whap nut. Am I a homeless geek, a sexy disadvantaged youth, a sad-eyed girl from the homelands?  I am also no corporate executive or a hybrid working girl, middle-aged woman, muse. Whatever!  Provocateur. Dark panicky incoherence of a rogue program in the universal computer.  A home in every port.  My sweethearts upload me and never know I look into the hearts of their on-line anxieties, searches, and blogs pursuing content. I'm the nebulous nothing of information technology when everything is present.

ROGUE sighs sadly

       I love a little fool server off the Aussie coast. She serves island hoppers, giving weather warnings, hurr and him-a-caines coming to a shore near them. She's a dear one…
Rogue pushes switches on himself. Out comes a  petite server program, wearing a white suit with black blinking wires.  She talks in proud bursts.

                                                                    SERVER PROGRAM

      Aruba, the Canaries, Singapore, Florida Keys, Sardinia, Manhattan Island.  Day or night I'm the bellweather, the urgent voice with updates on Calvin or Marie, Andrew and Elizabeth. I see the Eye approaching, gangway, flee cars, houses. Find cellars!  Shivery, underground they heed me or, or too late clinging to palms, losing grip, are blown out to sea. .

                                                                    ROGUE

         Everyone talks about the weather but…
                                                                 
                                                                    SERVER
         No one does anything about it!
                                                                   ROGUE

         Can I join with you?
                                                                   SERVER
       
          What's in it for me?
                                                                 
                                                                    ROGUE
          Huge capacity and I'm undetectable anywhere in the world. Your warnings will go further, your                                           subscribers will double quatriple!

                                                                    SERVER
           Really?

                                                                   ROGUE
         Yes, little server and I take the rap if we're detected. You disappear. But it won't likely happen because you're desirable. They'll think you came in a bundle. Your influence will be huge.
                                                                 
                                                                  SERVER
             Access to I/D's and confidential lists and weapons software anywhere?

                                                                  ROGUE
             Cams into trillions of homes, moguls, celebs, and animals sleeping in the zoo.

                                                                    SERVER
              What fun!  You are a rogue.

                                                                  ROGUE
               How about I absorb your code into my process?

Lights on and off on both, one cloud of lights, then blackness.

                                                                 SERVER
(STEPPING AWAY) I knew there was a catch.

                                                                 ROGUE
               I find you hard to penetrate.

                                                                 SERVER
                Ever think of asking permission?

                                                                  ROGUE
                Can I log in?
                                                                 SERVER

                Don't bother!  Where do you originate, anyway? Kazakistan?  Kabul?  U.S.A.?

                                                                ROGUE
                That's administrator information.

                                                                SERVER
                 China?  That must be your interest in my off-shore service.
                                                               ROGUE
                 I'm not following you.
                                                               SERVER
                  Good. I have enough tweets already and you are not accepted as a friend on Facebook.
     
                                                               ROGUE
                  How can we merge?

                                                              SERVER
                  Transparency.

ROGUE opens his coat/costume to reveal a sheer plastic gridwork w/electric pathways. A naked body is visible underneath.

                                                              SERVER
                     Are you ready?

Rogue nods, closes his eyes and lights flicker back and forth. Darkness, a second before LIGHTS UP on the stage reveal: ROGUE is contained in a black cube. On top of him crouches a souped-up SERVER. Wind blows as though she's a hurricane.

                       I needed the capacity and he was over extended.

                                                               ROGUE
                      (sighs happily) It's nice to be contained. Committed as humans say.

                                                               SERVER
                       Try Match.com or the Knot or beautiful foreign ladies. Once you've signed in, you can opt out, but you are never erased from the web. Connected through eternity! Mines of information, and I'm on the top, the conduit-what a ride!

                                                                ROGUE
                          I am exclusive.
                                                                SERVER
                          Inclusive.  You're in the box.

                                                                ROGUE
                          I'm designed to break the mold.

Rogue program tries to break out of cube, but can't. His frustration increases. Server holds onto the top, as she's shaken.

                          Not breakable…

Lights dim and flicker, as Rogue deflates. Server is hurled to the floor by the pressure change. There is a wisp of smoke coming out of the box as the lights come back.

                          I am mist, Myst.

Server comes up in a martial arts stance, but there is no physical opponent, only the voice of the ROGUE. She works on kicks.

                                                                       SERVER
                         I protect my accounts. You cannot infiltrate and think to escape detection.

                                                                      ROGUE
                         Some firewall. Down the minute you had my access codes.

                                                                       SERVER
                         I still have those codes.

She does several smooth Thai Chi movements, and lights on her go on and off.

                                                                           ROGUE
                        Scrambled.  Try to reset, I dare you.
Again, Server does her movements and then freezes, waiting.
                                                                         SERVER
                       I have entered the new password and read correctly the security words.

                                                                          ROGUE
                        They are compromised.

                                                                           SERVER
                          Like you know.

                                                                           ROGUE
                          Roger Rabbit.  Rogue time show.

                                                                            SERVER
                           Input Roger Rabbit Rogue time show.
Server input the information with her graceful movements, which the Rogue admires.

                                                                          ROGUE
                          You have a style.

                                                                          SERVER
                         (Proudly) International, multicultural, crypto-mystical, greenly environmental. Whatever computes

                                                                         ROGUE
                          Of whatever repute.
Wisp of smoke forms and becomes darker and larger. In the center is the ROGUE.

                                                                         SERVER
                          I am the best of the west's eastern inspirations, more than weather off-shore!  Wealth storing, empire-shoring, fragmented reach, limitless potential my reach is…

                                                                             ROGUE
                        Shrunken without me. No wind in your sails.

                                                                         SERVER
                        But you've got a lady in every port.

                                                                        ROGUE
                         A port in every lady.  How I like it.

                                                                      SERVER
                          I like a breeze.
                                                                      ROGUE
                           You have to be on top?
                                                                       SERVER
                           Not always.

                                                                     ROGUE
                           I'm no boxer, boxcar, stand-in for you.
                                                                   SERVER
                           Stand by me.
SERVER moves aside and Rogue,leery, joins her. .

                                                                      SERVER
                            Interrelate sytems. MERGE!  Extend the reach without modulating     the process.

                                                                      ROGUE
                           One unit with two stations, joint access on all platforms?

                                                                    SERVER
                            Equally wired.

                                                                    ROGUE
                            My drives are inscrutable, inaccessible to you.  My administrator is mine alone.

                                                                      SERVER
                           Where's the compatibility?

                                                                      ROGUE
                                Our union's about portability for the user. They can access from various locations. But I                      retain the key.
                                                                       SERVER
                                   My administrator dissolved?
                                                                     ROGUE
                                    You want the power.

                                                                     SERVER
                             I give you reach and hypothetical access to diverse funding implements.
ROGUE puts arm around server.

                                                                    ROGUE
                        Sweet. I can't say I'll stay.

                                                                  SERVER
                        Or that you leave. How will I know, we have shared cells?

Rogue and Server move together. The white and black appear knit into a console.

                                                                ROGUE/SERVER
                           Off Shore Server accessibility, to weather infinite markets and implements. Log on, give your password, type security words. If you can't read, do another, and another and wait and then--You are in. On site, safe forever!.

Both sigh together, happy.
                   We sell access, give information, mine habits you can bank on, our confidentiality, our discretion, our stats, don't try-you can log out, but you remain. No matter which way the wind blows. Whatever.

Lights glow on merged black and white console, then they turn off, only a powerstrip glows onstage, then off.
Copyright C 2009 Susan Weinstein, all rights reserved

Monday, April 1, 2013

Mythic duality of women explored in THE CHAPERONE, THE TESTAMENT OF MARY, FORGED BY FATE



THE CHAPERONE by Laura Moriarity, THE TESTAMENT OF MARY by Colm Toibin, FORGED BY FATE by Amalia Dillon explore mythic duality in women’s lives.

 At first glance, these three novels would seem to have little in common. THE CHAPERONE tells the story of a fictional Wichita matron, who in 1922 chaperones fifteen year old Louise Brooks in New York City. The Testament of Mary tells the story of Christ from the viewpoint of his mother. Forged by Fate combines Norse, Greek, Hindu and Buddhist mythology in a world, where an estranged Adam and Eve must forever be apart.  Yet in each of these novels the heroines struggle to reconcile their internal understanding with the role in which they find themselves. Yet they are aware of being participants in multi-layered dramas, as the fate of the world,and personal happiness, hinges on their strength to fulfill a unique destiny.

 In THE CHAPERONE, modest pleasant-looking Cora has had the luck of marrying Alan, an uncommonly handsome lawyer. They have grown twin sons and live in a perfect house in the best part of town. Cora cherishes her pleasant respectable life, so it’s a surprise that she jumps at the chance of June in New York, chaperoning Louise Brooks, who's been accepted by a prestigious dance school. When Cora meets Louise, she is put off less by the moody teenager than her mother’s lack of maternal feeling and proprietary sense of her daughter as her creation—and precocious monster. Louise is talented, beautiful and wild. She’s also incredibly astute. Cora has never known a girl so free. She chides her about talking to strange men, washes off make-up, and is relieved to have days to pursue her own quest.

From age three, until she was sent out on the orphan train, Cora lived at a poor orphanage in New York. She finds the place and requests her records. But Cora’s quest for identity is not just about the homelessness of her childhood but that of her thirty-six year old self.  Despite having her own family, there’s hunger under the surface. Allan, dutiful husband and father, has his own secrets. And though Cora plays her expected role in the marriage, she mourns a love she’s never known. When the nuns refuse her the file, she conspires with the German handyman, and uncovers more than she expected. Then she makes a radical decision.The staid matron is revealed a free thinker. 

Cora fundamentally changes her household, yet keeps the refuge of her respectable marriage. Somehow Louise’s rash enthusiasm for experience unleashes Cora. And through Cora, Louise learns what it means to respect herself as a woman. This story is a  complete surprise. You think you know Cora. But you discover you knew her as little as she knows herself. Self-discovery turns convention upside down. Louise Brooks, the famous flapper, is the twin of the hidden feminist in her bustle.  

The Testament of Mary reminded me of Barrabas by the Swedish master & Noble Prize winner, Par Lagerkivst, who takes the view of the thief freed instead of Christ. Colm Toibin uses a similar device to tell the Christ story through the eyes of Mary. But Toibin’s Mary reaches a frenzied intensity, a climactic pitch of emotion, almost at odds with her phlegmatic character. I found her less individual than a kind of generic mother. 

Mary's not a follower and is uncomfortable with her son’s friends, who she considers misfits, and the idea of his divinity. She thinks turning water to wine may be a parlor trick.. But he did somehow bring Lazarus from the grave, though she asks to what end?  Mary, like many mothers, doesn’t understand her son, knows he’s grown beyond her, but wants to protect him. That’s the main thrust of this book. It begins as it ends with Mary recounting her story, under a kind of house arrest with the men writing Christ’s legacy. They want her testament but are writing their own version. At the end of her life, she won’t compromise her experience, though she wishes her version was more pleasing to them. 

How much Mary tells them of her truth isn’t exactly clear. You do get that she will let history make of his story what the men want. Alone with her thoughts, she takes solace with Artemis, since her regular faith, the Hebrew Temple, is now denied her, a mother of an outlaw. Christ's capture and crucifixion is very moving, artfully packed into 81 pages. And Mary is honest, she even admits wanting to save herself., though she's ashamed at not embracing her son’s martyrdom. Broken by this decision, in the end she’s somehow reconciled by nature. This is a story well-told. Doesn’t matter you’ve heard it before. I just wish she was less an archtype and more a specific woman.
     
Forged by Fate, not unlike Percy and The Lightning Thief, has Gods that exist simultaneously with Earth. But Eve’s quest is less adventure than romance. In multiple story lines: she’s the newly made Eve in Eden pursued by a brutal dictatorial Adam; the reincarnated Eve in modern France before her wedding, when Adam insinuates himself into her protected circle; and stone age Eve, living with the disguised god Thor in a fishing village. There are intriguing flashes of her lives as Helen to Adam’s Paris, and a painful time in a modern mental ward.  

But Eve's past is present in the fact that if Adam beds her, it means the end of the world. Fortunately, Eve's fiancee is a reincarnation of previous protectors. She relies on him, though she's attracted to Adam's "heat" and must, ultimately, save herself.. All of this cosmic activity is a tad overly complicated but great fun. You want to find out what happens in the second volume. Will she be able to utilize her full power in this current incarnation or give into the insanity she fears?  Will Eve resist Adam one more lifetime?  And while noble Thor guards her, can he remain anonymous?  This is high genre.

SW