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Tuesday, May 15, 2018
3:51 pm edt
Had I known that Noah was a cohort of merpeople,
I would have included a character or two based upon these interesting aquatic creatures in my musical Noah’s Rainbow.
According the Carolyn Turgeon, the editor of The Mermaid Handbook: An Alluring Treasury of Literature, Lore, Art, Recipes, and Projects, he was worshipped as Oannes in Chaldea at Erech ‘the place of the ark’. She quotes naturalist Henry Lee
who, in 1883 in Sea Fables Explained, equates Noah with Oannes as “the sacred and intelligent fish-god, the
teacher of mankind, the god of science and knowledge.” [page 78]. Turgeon goes on to explain that a woodcut in a 1483
copy of the Nuremburg Bible depicts Noah in the ark with mermaids, mermen, and [of all things] merdog[s] swimming alongside
What a wonderful scene, replete with the appropriate song, that would
But probably not as wonderful as the HarperDesign book – just
released today – that relates this bit of information along with scales, er, scads of other scintillating stories, accounts,
reports, visions, and descriptions – as well as explanations – of and about mermaids.
Now, I don’t know about you, but growing up “back in the day”, I was enchanted by The
Little Mermaid, the original story by Hans Christian Andersen upon which the Disney movie is very loosely based. I used
to play “mermaid” in the shallow kiddie pool in the backyard and convinced two of the kids on the block to act
out the story with me for our parents. [That was probably the beginning of my aspriations as a playwright.] As a much younger adult, I once had a martini or two at a “mermaid bar” in New Jersey watching
women – and the occasional man – in fish tails swim in an underwater lagoon. And I spent the major part of this
past rainy weekend doing nothing more than immersing [pun intended] myself in the Handbook that is, if nothing else, now the foremost authoritative compendium of all things mermaid.
bound and illustrated – as all HarperDesign books are – The Mermaid Handbook includes, along with folklore,
myths, tales and crafts, mermaid cuisine and fashion. Did you know you can actually buy a custom-maid tail online? And did
you also know that there are professional mermaids out there? And if you’ve never visited Weeki Wachee in Florida…
Well, this is the second-best thing to being there. From a literary perspective, however, I was most intrigued by mermaid
history and literature. As well as the well-chosen poems that are delicately sprinkled throughout. It was this aspect –
especial the stories of famous mermaids – that kept me reading far into the deep dark swells of the night.
While this blue tome with its gilt-edge pages acknowledges that mermaids have had an understandably
bad rap through the centuries luring sailors on the high seas to their untimely deaths, it more than compensates this negative
by the more positive beguiling and enchanting aspects of the mysteries inherent in mermaid life. An enjoyable companion piece
to Turgeon’s The Faerie Handbook, it is a required adjunct to long summer afternoons at the beach or sitting
by the pool.
Enjoy the read!
Saturday, April 28, 2018
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2:22 pm edt
Last Seen Alive
In many instances, the end(ing) may justify the means. Not so with the awesomely conceived
Last Seen Alive by Claire Douglas, the ending of which does not do justice to the most thrilling, captivating, suspense-filled page-turner
I’ve read all year. Okay, in the past few years. To be blunt, the last page is a total injustice to the stunning 326
ones before it.
Granted, I read an advanced, uncorrected review copy.
Granted, the plot line is so tight and full of twists and turns that – giving the experienced author the benefit of
the doubt – she has written herself, as well as her characters, in a corner and had decided to take the easy way out.
But, unless the last paragraph is a prelude to a sequel, there are no excuses.
Libby Hall, the main character, finally, after one of hardship and mysterious circumstances, is living the life she
has always wanted. She is happily married; loves her job teaching in a local school; adores Ziggy, her and Jamie’s,
her husband, shaggy Golden Retriever; and is joyfully pregnant. Until a fire breaks out in the school and, while rescuing
a number of students, she falls, breaks her arm and, tragically, suffers a miscarriage.
She and Jamie reluctantly agree it’s time for a break from life’s stress and angst. And the
opportunity unexpectedly presents itself in the form of a house-swap. Spending Easter week in Cornwall, in a luxurious beach
home of a wealthy couple who wish to rent the Hall’s small two-bedroom basement flat in Bath. To be, ostensively, near
the hospital where their daughter requires a delicate heart operation. The young couple jump at the chance… and jump
headlong into the most bizarre and riveting set of circumstances that could ever grace the pages of an almost perfect emotionally-charged
The author of two previous gripping page-turners
[Local Girl Missing and The Sisters], Douglas is an ace at creating literary suspense. A genre that is difficult, at best, for
even the most masterful of writers. Gillian Flynn [Gone Girl] and Ruth Ware [The Girl in Cabin 10] instantly
come to mind. But with such great talent comes the greater responsibility of not only providing one’s readers with a
uniquely imaginative and resourceful narrative, but of offering a lucid, tight-knit, and reasonably satisfying denouement
and ending. Which, unfortunately, Douglas’ ending does not.
say, I was hooked with this novel right from the start on Thursday evening to when I finished it late Friday afternoon. Each
page, each chapter revealed, like peeling a pungent onion, layer upon swirling layer of crisp, taut ever twisting well-placed
tells and reveals. Written in the first person as well as the present tense [a relatively recent industry “standard”]
the main protagonist’s story brilliantly unfolds...
is hooked and then suddenly blindsided. Hooked again. And then whammed with yet another surprising plot twist. As I mentioned,
I just couldn’t put the novel down. Not wanting it to end, yet impatient for the final resolution(s) which never came.
Well, actually, it did. But it was a bit lame. Unless Douglas intends to follow up with Last Seen Alive, Part II [which, unfortunately,
seems quite unlikely]. To be honest, I like closure in my novels; both in the ones I read as well as in those that I write.
Not an open-ended “Huh?” finish that leaves me to write it not only for myself, but for the author.
Other than that, this novel is a stunner. And, despite my own disappointment, I heartily
encourage you to look for it. It’s bound to be a best seller and, with any luck, great fodder for a captivating movie.
It’s rare that I read and then
review a book well before its release. But… Last Seen Alive, first published in the United Kingdom last year,
won’t be published in America until June 26th of this year. And, in my humble opinion, plenty of time for
the author and the good editor(s) at HarperCollins to rewrite the finale. So that it is an ending that more adequately justifies
Enjoy the read!
Thursday, April 19, 2018
4:07 pm edt
The Home for
The French word Elodie [El-oh-dee] means
“foreign riches”. It is also a quite hardy type of lily; a suitable name for one of the main protagonists in Joanna
Goodman’s fourth novel, The Home for Unwanted Girls. For, you see, Elodie was taken from, Maggie, her 16-year-old mother at birth, and raised in the cruelest of conditions
in a Quebec orphanage rebranded in the 1950s by the government as a “home for the mentally ill”. What young Elodie
goes through – Nay, suffers – as her mother spends a lifetime frantically searching for her, proves her profound
will to survive. Her own hardy mettle. Just like her apt name.
The child of
a mixed marriage between an Englishman and a French woman, Maggie wants nothing more than to work in her father’s garden
shop. She dreams of one day owning and running it herself as she counts and packages seeds in the attic. As she grows older,
she is enamored of Gabriel, a French lad, whom her father decides is “not suitable” for his daughter. To avoid
further contact, he ships her to her uncle’s house, where she is brutally raped. As the resultant baby is ripped from
Maggie’s arms just minutes after birth she has only a moment to name her daughter “Elodie” before she is
taken away. Sold by her father on the then thriving baby black market. Thus sparkling a life-long dissonance between herself
and her once beloved parent.
Elodie, at age seven, too young to understand or
know any other home, thrives in the orphanage until it is declared a mental asylum. She is transferred to another institution
where she meets the unthwarted and unwarranted wrath of only monetary-minded nuns. Injustice and cruelty prevail until she
meets another sister who kindly takes her under her wing… Awaiting the time when Elodie is grown; old enough to be
cast out into the unknown outside world on her own.
Based upon real events and seething
with exceptionally detailed and exhaustive research, Goodman’s complex political narrative, with several surprising
plot twists and intertwining sub-plots, is a can’t-put-it-down page-turner that is guaranteed to keep readers awake
at night. Waiting to see what happens next in Maggie’s multi-faceted life as she continues to seek Elodie’s whereabouts.
Wanting to scream at the heartless nuns who run the orphanage turned asylum; who consider the young girl and her contemporaries
nothing more than sub-humans. The children tolerated only because of government money given them each month for each incarcerated
“patient” that fills their coffers.
Yes, folks. Just like our own
current political times, the ancient adage has been, is, and will always be perennially true: Money is the root of all evil.
And, perhaps, a basic strong theme of this revealing fictional recounting of the devastating damages that unbridled “love
of the all-mighty dollar” can wreak. The subsequent evils spawn in Goodman’s literary telling branches out to
encompass the very heart as well as edges of the lives of Maggie and Elodie.
Told in the
third-person, alternating chapters and sections between Maggie and Elodie, The Home for Unwanted Girls is not only a ripping exposé of Canadian government greed and lack of political as well as personal
compassion, but a study in misogynistic mentalities; revealing startling insensitivities toward female rights and respect.
There is rape, incest, and the turning of deaf eyes and blind eyes. And, yet, Maggie and Elodie somehow survive. The branches
begin to wither and die. True compassion and familial love eventually, finally win out.
To tell you anything more would border on spoiling this superbly written and well thought out novel for
you. Except to say that the author is, indeed, a master craftswoman. One whose literary works should and must grace the library
shelves of discerning bibliophiles.
Enjoy the read!
Monday, April 9, 2018
2:26 pm edt
of Old Dreams
Have you ever felt like an outsider in your own
home town? Alone. Apart. Disconnected. Even though you were born and raised there… you are never
really a part of the mainstream of its daily life. Simply because in many ways, you are different. Not like the others…
A stranger in a familiar land… Longing to be somewhere else, doing something… different.
This is exactly how Mary Crampton, the main character in The Flicker of Old Dreams by Susan Henderson, feels, living with her father, the local mortician, in the small, desolate western town of Petroleum.
Somewhere other there in the back boonies of Montana.
town of Petroleum has hummed quietly along for years. Its 180 or so residents eke out a living from the mill that threshes
wheat and corn grown on the surrounding farmland. The train comes daily to haul the grain away. Like clockwork. Like the steady
beating of a heart… Drumming on and drumming on… Until there is a fatal accident in which young Eddie Golden
falls into the mill tower and is smothered. The heart stops. The mill is forced to close. And like her father’s clients
in the basement, the town dies.
Growing up amid broken rhythms and
patterns of life in a dead, forgotten town, Mary is caught up in the futility of living. Not only does she feel desolate,
she feels dead inside. Feeling alive only when working in the mortuary. Her closest companions, friends, the corpses of her
once living neighbors.
I know this sounds a bit gruesome. It is. The novel,
while superbly simply written – as stark and naked as the landscape in which it is set – contains disturbing graphics
that will keep the faint of heart awake at night. But if you can stomach and look beyond them, there is a rich, rewarding
story steeped in tragedy and laced with hope.
When Robert, Eddie’s younger
brother comes home to take care of his ailing mother, Mary discovers in herself an unfamiliar feeling of energy and renewal.
She begins to develop confidence; asserting herself to her father, backing away from his controlling influences on her life.
Slowly unraveling the bounds that tie her to him until, with the bounds slowly breaking… Mary starts to set herself
This is not the type of novel that I would voluntarily
pick out for myself. But since it came in a packet of books from my favorite publicist at HarperCollins, I felt compelled
to read it. And while I cringed at the stark descriptions of what Mary’s job entailed, I was drawn into its pages, captivated
by the writing. This is Henderson’s second novel and it is evident that she has honed her craft to a science. Her sparse,
succinct style is similar to that of Ernest Hemingway or even Lisa Scottoline, whose modern-day mysteries I have come to immensely
enjoy. And yes, the author does not disappoint, lacing her narrative with compelling moving passages that are rift with insightful
erudite overtones that are the hallmarks of good, enlightening literature.
Enjoy the read!
J. McInerney, the host of this Literary Blog, is
an author, poet, and librettist. Her currently published works include a novel, a book of spiritual inspirations,
volumes of poetry, stories
for children (of all ages) and
a variety of children's musicals. Her titles include:
Hose, Hook & Ladder: A Novel of Phoenixville during World War I
Columbia Hotel: A Novel
of Phoenixville during the Early 1900s
the Schuylkill Monster: A Novel of Phoenixville in
The Prisoner's Portrait: A Novel of Phoenxville during World War II
Rainbow in the Sky
of Oreigh Ogglefont
The Basset Chronicles.
Cats of Nine Tales
Water: A Collection of Poems
Exodus Ending: A
Collection of More Spiritual Poems
We Three Kings
Beauty and the Beast
Peter, Wolf, and Red Riding
Originally from the New York metropolitan area, June currently lives near Valley Forge Park in Pennsylvania with her constant and loving companions, FrankieBernard and Sebastian Cat. She
is currently working on her sixth novel.