Fiction: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson

This was our March challenge book, technically a re-read for both of us and super short!

DadReaction: It WAS a shorty. Too short really–I actually remember it as being longer, but I liked the sense of being taken over by one ghastly part of yourself. It’s one of those stories–Jekyll/Hyde one of those characters–that seem to live beyond the actual story itself, like Don Quixote or Sherlock Holmes. Also liked the oblique narration, getting the story at second and third hand from these peripheral figures. Also: the way stuff develops while some of the characters are just going on with their lives and they have to catch up. Kind of a tiny little gem.

I remember really liking the Spencer Tracy movie of this; Michael Caine’s in one, too–I think he actually impregnates somebody as Hyde and they spawn this grotesque child. Let’s see–Hammer films had a Dr. Jekyll/SISTER Hyde teaser out and Jean Renoir, of all people, adapted the original–Stevenson’s, not Hammer–for French tv.
What did you think? It actually ranks as a comfort book for me, since I read it in High School and can always pick it up again–like Treasure Island. Looking forward to the next one…..

GirlReaction: As you touched on, the thing that strikes me most is how it is such a dramatic story but told in a completely passive manner. Two dudes, going for a calm evening walk, one says to the other “So you see that door? Let me tell you a story about it…” Yet the story is smack full of drama. The events have all already happened off screen, yet even in the retelling they are gripping. All the hearsay and facts gathered from different sources give it a real urban legend feel. I also love the emphasis on the science of the experiments. First he just wants to explore the duality he already senses in himself…but eventually science fails to overcome the darker side of his personality. As he unwillingly becomes more Hyde than Jekyll, the story shifts to fantasy from science.

Snappy Is as Snappy Does.

I always dressed up for deadline days. Heels, skirt, smart green jacket. Magazine publishing has its rhythms and if the editor won’t dance to them, she can’t expect her staff to. I don’t float feature ideas in Fendi heels, and I don’t close an issue in Pumas.

-from “Little Bee” by Chris Cleave, my new read that is totally sucking me in, in a dangerous “may not accomplish anything else this week” way.

Wordplay

Pleased to meet you meat to please you
said the butcher’s sign in the window in the village.

–from “Domestic Violence” (collected in Domestic Violence) by Eavan Boland.

Shyla Bruno was doing a review of Philip Roth’s newest book, and Craig said, “You going with ‘Goodbye, Portnoy’ for the head?”
“No – listen to this – Allen came up with ‘The Gripes of Roth.’ ”
Craig waited a moment and then issued one of his patented, arch, stagey chuckles. “Bingo,” he said.

–from “City of Refuge” by Tom Piazza, which I bought after I read this (I myself am NOT much of a Lahiri fan) and am sooo enjoying. Enjoying in a tearful, maybe won’t read in public because I might start bawlin’, kind-of way.

Poetry: For All We Know, by Ciaran Carson

Bought in Dublin, baby. An Irish poet my Dad introduced me to a few years ago when we were trading packages of “here’s some of my books you should read” recommendations, and I read (and told you about) one of his translations when I was home for Christmas a year ago. I was so excited to go into Hodges & Figgis (a GREAT bookstore in Dublin), stroll over to the irish authors section, and find a HUGE selection of his stuff. It was hard to choose what to buy!!!

I chose this one and I think I did well. A collection in two parts, a man and a woman, a story told, and then retold, mirrored from one part to the next, intertwined with other events. I read it several times over several days, and still want to go back for more. Certain images and themes repeat over and over again, with different details ringing in your head. Little moments, expanded, then contracted, then expanded. These were lovely poems and my regret is I didn’t buy another book of his when I had the chance. I’ll be searching out more, you can count on it.

(For those of you poetry scares off, these were very accessible. Readable even without pondering of the deeper layers, and the repeat images, and then connections tethered and severed…)

Short Stories: Delicate Edible Birds, by Lauren Groff

I enjoyed her debut novel last year. Then I got one of the stories from this book in my One Story subscription (which I highly recommend you treat yourself to. It’s cheap, it’s good, and it’s just one story. EVERYONE can make time for one story!!). I was so excited to see this collection come out and not one bit disappointed. Very, very good. Better even than her novel! My second favorite book of the year so far. Such an impressively wide range of characters and timeframes and situations and… And really, I cannot recommend these stories highly enough. They were all completely individual (sometimes a problem in short story collections), and completely engaging, and original, and UNEXPECTED. I’m in awe.

Mystery: Dark Hollow, by John Connolly

The second Charlie Bird book (here was the first). Bought in the Atlanta airport on the way home. No New Orleans this time, primarily set in the boonies of Maine (ha!). As with the first book, has an intense layer of psychology/mythology that somewhat overpowers (not necessarily in a bad way. mostly good, sometimes a little frustrating) what would otherwise be just your normal mystery novel. Makes everything creepier and ickier. Has some follow-up to the ending of book one, but I feel there is more to come with those relationships.

Mystery: Every Dead Thing, by John Connolly

Bought and read in Dublin, yay. An Irish writer…who sets his mysteries in America; this one in New York City and New Orleans. If you, like me, have British relatives and friends who get completely BENT OUT OF SHAPE when some American writer sets their books ‘cross the pond and gets little details wrong… Yeah, I kind of had to shake my head and laugh at seeing the opposite occur. (Not that he’s “British” being “Irish” but the correlation is there regardless.)

In some ways, it’s a mystery series like any other: an ex-cop Charlie Bird, with a sad personal history of violence, winds up involved in a mystery, has some criminal friends and some not, there’s really brutal murder and mayhem. The additional spin here is that this has far more than your average mystery’s amount of psychology and mythology running under it. Bird’s thoughts often go wandering off for a bit into an underlying sort of swirl of emotion and ESP like feelings. Sometimes it added interesting themes and I went with it; other times I wanted him to get back to solving the mystery already!

Dark, gruesome, brutal. Some horrible stuff happens to quite a few people. Pretty frakkin’ intense. (In a good way. Obviously.)

Mystery/Fiction: Lies of Silence, by Brian Moore

Bought and read in Dublin, yay. Belfast, the IRA, having the wrong job (but right for them), politics vs. personal safety, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and intertwined relationships convoluting things, as they do. Something a bit desperate and sad about the train of the events. The ending shouldn’t have been a surprise, but somehow it was.

Mystery: The Devil’s Bones, by Jefferson Bass

Layover in the Atlanta airport. I claim to hate reading mystery series(es?) out of order…but somehow that seems to be how I always start them. In airports, desperate for something, hmm, this sounds good, book three (or whatever), ah well.

A forensics mystery. A male version of “Bones” with a creepy dead body farm. Creepy cool, I mean. Very entertaining.