Withering Tights

I remember back when I was a teenager reading The Confessions of Georgia Nicholson series and literally laughing out loud in the middle of a crowded freshman study hall at the crazy British antics of Louise Rennison’s memorable heroine. In her new series, Rennison has introduced us to a new leading lady, Tallulah Casey, fourteen and a half, fresh off to performing arts college and a sweeter counterpart to her older cousin Georgia. The first book of this new series, Withering Tights, lands London dwelling Tallulah in the middle of Yorkshire at Dother Hall, a performing arts college that is running a summer program for aspiring artists. Tallulah is an immediately likable protagonist, for despite being fourteen and typically worried about lipstick and when she will ever be able to wear a bra, she is quirky and awkward, a bundle of long legs and a big heart that lacks the meanness of a typical teenage girl. In fact, Rennison has created an entire group of young girls who don’t feel the need to hide who they are (except around boys) and are not the vindictive mean girls America is so used to. Tallulah’s friends Jo, Vaisey, Flossie and Honey are each adorable portraits of girls trying to find themselves while hitting some speed bumps along the way.

            Tallulah lives in the village with a host family, since her parents signed her up late for the program and there wasn’t space in the dormitory for her. We get veiled hints that Tallulah’s parents are separated and incredibly distant, not so much parents but wild souls that happened to have a child. Rennison has chosen not to go into this particular plot point just yet, although I have a feeling it will come out more as the series continues. Instead, we get Tallulah’s host family, an incredibly happy couple with twin boys who are incapable of saying anything but “bogie.” Tallulah is charmed by this little family who find genuine pleasure in going outside to look at clouds or participating in the village wide skipping rope weaving project. While she sometimes longs for the bustle of the city, Tallulah takes her location in stride, something I appreciated. She becomes friends with the local pub owners daughter, Ruby, who is the most precocious ten year old I’ve found in literature thus far. The two form a wonderful friendship based on Ruby’s boy advice and the hatching of baby owls that they name after themselves. Tallulah is also half in love with Ruby’s older brother Alex, which finally begins to thicken the plot of this breezy novel.

            This is of course a young adult story, and thus boys make up much of the plot. The Dother Hall girls meet several boys their age who attend the nearby Woolfe Academy, and the entire lot becomes fast friends, pairing off into couples with astonishing speed. Tallulah finds herself on her first date and having her first kiss with someone quite unexpected, and the description of that kiss is absolutely hilarious. I won’t ruin it, but think awkward like you wouldn’t believe. Of course, there is Alex and another friend called Charlie who Tallulah finds herself drawn to as well. And then lurking in the shadows is the local bad boy, Cain. It’s unclear what his ultimate role with Tallulah will be, but he serves as a decent villain, or as much of a villain as this story is likely to have. The boys are relatively one dimensional, but I feel in time we’ll begin to find out more of their personalities, just as the girls characters will be expanded in the coming books.

            Besides boys, Tallulah’s main concern is finding her place at Dother Hall and being accepted back as a full time student for the coming fall term. She can’t sing, she can’t dance (except for some crazy Irish jigs) and overall she is the quirky tall girl self conscious about her knees who doesn’t quite fit in. We have several wonderful encounters with her various teachers; all who profess to understand the arts and how to be an artist but never seem to back that up with performance proof. Watching Tallulah find her place among these crazy people creates an endearing story, one that most readers will relate to, of trying to find where you fit in the world and hoping that your dreams are good enough to make it happen.

            The only fault I found in Withering Tights was the rather abrupt ending. I know the series is going to continue but things seemed to wrap up at an incredibly high speed and even then I was left with a lot of plot threads hanging about. I’m wiling to overlook this and praise the book overall, since I have the next one sitting on my bedside table and can start it as soon as I finish this review. Withering Tights is a ridiculously fast read, I managed it in one day of reading for a few hours here and there, and rightly so, as you are pulled in by Tallulah and her endearing journey to find herself, and some excellent friends along the way. Check it out if you are up for British humor and sensibilities and a quick, uncomplicated read for the beach or a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Becoming a New Inkling!

Hello all! I hope you don't think I've completely forgotten about this blog. I am indeed still having musings about books, however my hypothetical leather chair has moved over to Oxford England for the summer! I'm in the city that gave birth to The Lord of the Rings, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, His Dark Materials and even scenes from Harry Potter. Couldn't be better, right? I'm working on the first summer of my master's degree in English, studying Shakespeare until I feel like I"m having a rather intimate affair with the ol' bard.
Have no fear though, I managed to pick up some new young adult fiction by one of my favorite British authors today, so you will have reviews to look forward to very soon. As a slight side note, there will be a small increase in the amount of YA novels that I start to review. I'm beginning to realize that looking at them from an academic point of view, as I did with my undergrad senior thesis, is actually quite awesome and something I might take further. In the meantime,  thank you for waiting patiently and you will be rewarded soon, I promise!
Cheers from Lincoln College, Oxford University,
Hallie

The Dispossessed

 I’m normally not a sci-fi kind of girl, having read enough of it to know that I prefer jousting and dragons to warp speed and aliens. I also had had no experience with Ursula K. LeGuin up until this point besides slogging through Earthsea in 5^th grade. Needless to say, I didn’t approach this particular novel about an alien physicist revolutionary with much gusto. However, my boyfriend told me I should read it, and I knew I’d get through it if only as a favor to him. Imagine my surprise when instead of forcing my way through the book I found I was actually enjoying it and looking forward to when I could take a break from finals and sit down to read.

The Dispossessed is the story of Shevek, a physicist living on the planet Anarres. He is a descendent of revolutionary settlers, who fed up with life on the home planet of Urras, traveled to one of it’s moons to set up a social community that lived without the propertied constraints of their previous home. Shevek’s story picks up nearly two hundred years later. Anarres has succeeded in existing without a central government, keeping the idealistic foundations the society was built upon alive. Shevek, while believing in this system, has begun to see its flaws, the ways in which power will always corrupt man, despite their best intentions and denial that there is any hierarchy or power to be corrupted by. He travels to Urras with the intention of learning all he can about the home planet, while also inciting a revolutionary mindset in both those he leaves behind and those he goes to. He sees the need for change, for connection between the two worlds, and yet he is a man apart, never quite fitting in on either Urras of Anarres.

The novel follows two linear timelines, one of Shevek’s childhood and the events leading up to his departure from Anarres, and the other following from his landing on Urras. At first, this later plot line is the more interesting of the two. He encounters a world unlike his own, but not so different from ours today, and his blunt observations provide both humor and a deep insight into how anyone sees a culture that differs from their own. This plot falls into a swirl of political intrigue and as a reader I found myself becoming more engaged with the other plot, the story of Shevek’s life and development of his mind to the revolutionary threshold he’s come to occupy. I do not fault the novel for my switch of interests; in fact I must compliment LeGuin for the creation of both a history and an adventure story so easily intertwined. She has written characters that are compelling, not so alien as to be off putting to the reader, and yet of a different sort of race, one that asks the big hard questions daily and actively seeks the answers.

There is a lot of thinking that happens in this novel, both on the part of the reader and by the characters themselves. Shevek, being a physicist, often embarks on long and complicated voyages of thought, and occasionally will arrive at an answer that can be understood by the layman. LeGuin worked hard to keep the novel from appealing only to those who understand the intricacies of science, and as an English major, I greatly appreciated that. It was instead the beautiful command of language that drew my greatest attention and now my greatest praise. LeGuin is an artist, writing settings so breathtakingly beautiful that they must be real. Her characters are witty or thought provoking or simply determined, and they are fallible, dynamically working throughout the plot to support a story asking questions bigger than it.

It’s funny, I sit here praising the language and yet I find it hard to pin point what else about this novel really struck me. Yes, the plot was interesting, the characters believable, the writing sound, and everything came together smoothly. I suppose that I must say I appreciate and liked the book as a whole, but nothing stuck out, for good or bad. The Dispossessed is certainly worth the read, and perhaps then you too will join me in this strange post-reading place, knowing that I’ve experienced something important but not quite putting my finger on what it was.

Shameless Self Promotion

Hi everyone! I know you are desperately looking for a book review, and I promise, I will put one up by the end of April. I am reading books, most of them just happen to be for my thesis and I have a feeling you lot can only stomach so much George R.R. Martin and Tamora Pierce before you fly off the handle and demand something besides fantasy. But rest assured, the next post will be the complete opposite. Makes you curious, doesn't it?
Well in the meantime, to tide you over, I thought I would selfishly induldge in a bit of shameless self promotion. You may or may not know that I am not only getting my BA in English, but also in Theatre, and as my senior work I starred in (and produced) the show Stop Kiss by Diana Son. It was an incredible process, with the show going up over Easter weekend. This is the link to the review in our campus newspaper about it, so that everyone can get a glimpse of what I devoted my spring semester to. I will admit, the review is a bit shallow but I won't even get into how meta it would be if I reviewed a review about myself, so just read it and enjoy.

Stop Kiss Review!

Crooked Little Vein

Hello everyone! I apologize for the lack of posts lately. Somehow that whole being a college senior and looking for a job while working on two theses caught up with me. However, I've managed to actually get some reading in, and thus can finally provide you with some new book suggestions!

I was told to read and review this book by two of my friends. Them being who they are, I began reading with a touch of trepidation. After all, when the back cover boasts a quote from Joss Whedon (if you don’t know who that is, you should) saying, “I think this book ate my soul,” one wonders what they’ve gotten themselves into. I found myself instantly submerged into a gritty, disgusting world where the good guys were relatively repulsive people and the bad guys were simply unspeakable. And that was only in the first chapter!

            Author Warren Ellis’ novel looks like an easy read at first glance, and I will admit, the chapters are easily whipped through, with a large amount of white space on the page and a distinct lack of elevated language or style. However, I still found myself slowing down to process the set of horrid images being laid out before me. The book is at its heart a detective novel, and yet it deals in a world so dark and sexually perverse that it is unlike anything I’ve ever read before. Half of the things the protagonist, Mike McGill, encounters during his search for the secret alternative Constitution of the United States (yup, I did just say that) I hadn’t even heard of before, nor do I really ever want to hear about again. This is not a novel for the easily offended, or the frail constitution. And yet somehow, despite these scenes I’ve alluded to that were so mind numbingly sick, I found myself thoroughly enjoying this book. There is something about McGill’s cynical look on life and darkly humorous take on the way his hunt plays out that is endearing, and downright compelling. As much as I didn’t want to go deeper into the underbelly of American culture, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Once you read the novel you will understand the great irony of that last statement

            Of course, like any great novel there must be a romance, and it is here that Ellis begins to lose steam. McGill tries desperately not to fall for his young assistant Trix, a deviant student writing her thesis on extremes of self-inflicted human experience. The two team up against McGill’s better judgment and soon begin their completely unbelievable affair. There is some build up to the sexual tension between the two characters, which could hardly have been avoided given Trix’s blatant sexuality and disregard for social norms, but the emotional strength between them seems to come out of nowhere. It is an idealized relationship, created to perhaps juxtapose the world of lies, mistrust and corruption that the two find themselves thrown into, but never the less, one that will cause readers like myself to groan a bit and then push onward into the novel, choosing to ignore poor romantic plotting in favor for the vivid character descriptions that are Ellis’s forte.

            I don’t think I’ve come across a novel where the characters were described in such unconventional detail. Ellis has created people who we never encounter in real life, but somehow believe in while reading because they are detailed in such a truthful manner. He is not simply saying the man had blue eyes and blonde hair, but instead concentrates on the eccentricities and subconscious patterns that only a detective would truly pick up on. When the Chief of Staff of the United States describes himself as  having opium lesions on his brain and the closest thing to God that this country will ever see, you know you’re in for an interesting read.

            So I suppose what I’m telling you all is that if you can get over the more unbelievable aspects of the story, and then wade through the veritable pool of filth and vulgarity, you will find yourself compelled to keep reading this novel and fully taken along for the ride.

and now for a bit of a change...

Hey all! I know I've been rather remiss about posting reviews as of late. I'm currently reading every single sonnet Shakespeare ever wrote (154) and I know that no one actually wants to read a review of each one. So until I comment on that as a whole, and also read some new books, I thought I would entertain you lot with this review that I wrote for The Hunt.
The Hunt is a massive scavenger hunt that happens every January at my college, and as seniors, my friends and I decided to really go out with a bang and do the whole thing with great gusto and skill. Our team, No More Unicorns is awesome. Just sayin'. (Also follow us on Twitter if you have an account, @nomoreunicorns) One of the challenges was to write a scathing book review of The Scarlet Letter. So here it is, and just remember, it's a joke! (Well, sort of).

The Scarlet Letter

Nathaniel Hawthorne is an author who can be commended for many things. Not many people can boast of living in a house with not six but seven gables, and being bros with Herman Melville. What he cannot be commended for is the writing of The Scarlet Letter. A novel forced upon high school students practically since it’s inception, Hawthorne subsequently subjects readers to a brutal bashing of symbolism (RED IS BAD) and intolerance set against that all so intriguing backdrop of early Puritan New England.

            Our heroine, Hester Prynne, is supposed to be the ultimate badass. Not only does she have hot sex with the minister and then keep the resulting kid, she proudly wears a red letter “A” on her chest, marking her out as an adulteress. But no, we aren’t allowed to recognize just how cool and strong and independent Hester is being. Feminism is reigned in tightly, in favor of an overbearing Puritanical style that begs the reader to see the main character as pathetic, relatively evil and in the wrong. Like we’re supposed to enjoy reading about someone who sucks? Then of course there is Pearl, Hester’s daughter from her naughty night with Dimmesdale (who I will thoroughly scourge later). Pearl is the essence of a demon child, and yet we’re again supposed to have opposite feelings and take pity on her, love her even. Oh, and lest I forget, we must recognize that SHE IS A SYMBOL!

            Pearl of course is nothing compared to her father, the town minister Dimmesdale. A man who preachers all the usual Christian whatnot and then goes out and does the sexy widow late one night in the forest. A character one might actually be able to sink their teeth into. Except for Hawthorne’s inability to let the reader do so. Instead we are handed everything character trait wrapped firmly in it’s one and only meaning and told to apply that to the scene at hand. The man’s name is Dimmesdale for crying out loud. I would have gotten that he’s depressed and morally conflicted if his name had been Johnson too, thanks very much.

Even scenes when Dimmesdale is whipping himself, struggling with his desire for Hester and his love of God aren’t interesting because the reader has already come to expect how things will play out. They won’t get together, there will be sillier blathering about morality and rose bushes and prison doors and then the book will end. There is nothing to the plot that lends any sort of credibility. In fact, I get the sense that were I to rip out all the pages of the book, spread them on the ground in front of me, trample on them for good measure and then put them back together in a random order, I would still get the same story.

In fact, the only good thing about The Scarlet Letter is the ending. Not the ending, but the fact that the book itself ends and thank God for that. As I was reading I found myself thinking I would rather get a paper cut every time I turned the page than actually finish reading the book, and my edition was at least 200 pages long. So don’t go read the Scarlet Letter. In fact, don’t get anywhere near it, unless it is to casually toss is into an open flame as you pass by on your way to bro out with more quality works like The Counting House and Moby Dick.

Looking for Alaska

My first exposure to John Green’s Looking for Alaska was in my often talked about children’s lit course this past semester. We’d been discussing censorship and the challenging of various books, and my professor brought up a video that John Green had made in which he addressed his views on the banning of his own book. For some context on this video, John and his brother stopped speaking for a year except by video, which they posted on YouTube to each other every day. I was immediately struck by the intelligence, and quick wit of this author, who clearly believed in what he had written, and didn’t feel the need to censor anything in his novel, because those elements were helping him get to the greater truth. To paraphrase John Green paraphrasing William Faulkner, “I am not interested in the facts, only the truth.” That is exactly what Looking for Alaska does. It finds the truth despite the facts, and speaks with the voice of an adolescent splendidly.

            The novel of course is split into two parts, before and after, which makes writing any sort of review for it rather difficult, since I can’t talk at all about the after, or why there even is an after to talk about. Alas, I’ll just have to leave that in as a hook to you, future reader, and assure you that this is a first class novel worthy of your time. Yes, it was written for high schoolers. But honestly, at this point, who cares? I’m just as interested in reading about awkward first sexual encounters and the idiosyncrasies of teachers now as when I was sixteen. John Green has mastered the high school voice, such that I immediately loved the main character Miles “Pudge” Halter and would have probably been his friend. In fact as I was reading I really wished that I were in with the group that Pudge was, best friends with the Colonel and desperately in love with Alaska Young, your typical enigmatic troubled teen girl who is heartbreakingly beautiful and never going to be with you. It is this talent of Green’s to write voice so well that each character is distinct, but believable, that makes the novel successful.

            Of course I’m a sucker for language in general, and when not working in his characters voice, Green displays his skill of creating a scene, a feeling, what have you, that is beautiful without showing off. This is not the prose of James Joyce, and yet there is a beauty in simplicity, in explaining the details of a mundane dorm room or particularly dull professor that still turns into polished and wonderfully readable writing. For me it also helped that the Alabama boarding school where the novel is set is based quite heavily upon the boarding school one of my best friends attended, and being able to link her stories into the background knowledge that Green works off of was a fun personal endeavor for me.

            So I’ve babbled for a while, haven’t I? You are sitting there still wondering why on earth you should read this book. It is not enough that I tell you too? No, in all seriousness, this is a novel that covers the full scope of human emotion. I laughed out loud (yup, I LOLed), I cried, I felt awkward for some characters and thrilled for others. There is everything on these pages, and Green has given the story to his reader in a way that is easy without being patronizing. He wants the reader to understand grief and love and humor and all that is essentially high school, while also still acknowledging that a sixteen year old can have elevated thoughts, even existential questions about life. It is a successful novel that is most certainly on my re-reading list, and a novel I feel may just be worthy of the title “The Catcher in the Rye for this generation.” There now, you have to read it, just to see if I’m right. Don’t you love the pull of a grandiose statement?