This spring I'm presenting three book review programs within a month's time. Fortunately for me there is no overlap among the members, so I can
talk about the same books to all of them -- and I'm sharing them here as well.
Fever, by Mary Beth Keane. (Fiction)
We use the term “Typhoid Mary”
to describe a person who spreads something undesirable, whether knowingly or
not. Indeed, there really was a Typhoid
Mary – an asymptomatic carrier of the typhoid bacillus. Mary Mallon emigrated to New York from Ireland.
From 1900 to 1907 she was a cook for wealthy New York families. When the people
in those households fell ill (and some died), she simply resigned, left no
forwarding address, and moved on to another house. Eventually the public health authorities found
her and quarantined her. Mary Beth
Keane presents Mary as a person, not as a textbook case, adding a love story
and a picture of the exciting metropolis that was pre-WWI New York.
The Kashmir Shawl, by Rosie Thomas. (Fiction)
Two
locations, Wales and Kashmir, and two decades, WWII and the present, are
intricately interwoven – like fine fabric.
When Mair Ellis cleans out her parents’ house in Wales she finds an exquisite pashmina shawl left by her
grandmother. Wrapped in the shawl is an
envelope with a lock of child’s hair.
There is no note, no explanation.
Mair knows that in late 1930’s and through the war years her
grandparents were missionaries in northwest India (now Pakistan). She goes to
Pakistan to see what she can find out about her Grandmother Nerys.
Mary Coin, by Marisa Silver. (Fiction)
Do you look at portraits (photos
or paintings) and wonder about the subjects?
Marisa Silver does, too, and created Mary Coin to tell the story of the
woman in the iconic “Migrant Mother” portrait by WPA photographer Dorothea
Lange.
In the early 1930’s Mary and her
family left Oklahoma for the promise of better work in California. Her husband
died, leaving her and their six children. She was a farm worker when photographer
Vera Dare (=Lange) took Mary’s picture.
It was published on the cover of Life magazine. Decades later: historian
Walker Dodge teaches college students how to interpret the historic evidence in
photographs. Yet he is too close to his
own family history to be able to see the clues to so much of his past.
Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake, by Anna Quindlen. (Biography)
Occasioned by her 60th
birthday, novelist/columnist Quindlen presents wry musings – alternating
between aging gracefully and wondering how the heck that happened so fast. I had many ah-ha’s of sympathetic
recognition all the way through the book.
The Midwife of Hope River, by Patricia Harmon. (Fiction_
Rural West Virginia, 1930’s. Patience Murphy is the new midwife, willing to
care for those most in need which means she is often paid in firewood or
eggs. The road she has taken to her
profession is as rough as the actual roads she travels to get to her
clients. Her previous life has given
her a heavy burden which she strives to keep secret from her assistant, the
young black woman Bitsy, and her neighbor and friend, veterinarian Daniel. Patricia Harmon is a nurse midwife who lives
in West Virginia, so she writes with knowledge and experience.
The Secret Daughter, by Silpi Somaya Gouda. (Fiction)
Who
is “family”? What is the value of a
daughter and a mother in a society that places greater importance on sons?
Kavita
lives in rural India. When she finds out that her baby is girl she walks to town to give the baby up
for adoption. Her husband wants a son. (The
next baby is boy who grows up as a
spoiled only child.)
Somer
is an American pediatrician married to Krishnan, a neurosurgeon born in Bombay
and educated in the U.S. Unable to have
children, they adopt a baby girl from India. They name her Asha, which means hope. They raise her with full disclosure about her
adoption, but they have difficulty accepting that she wants to return to India
to find her birth parents and learn why she was given up for adoption.
The
story is told from the points of view of Kavita, Somer, and Asha. Each woman sees a different India and appreciates the county
in different ways, but they bear out the saying that “Mother India does not
love all her children equally.”
All those sound good. Putting on my TO Read List
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing