BOOK REVIEW: THE HARPY by MEGAN HUNTER

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Image result for the harpy megan hunterThe Harpy is not a quiet novel so much as it is a simmering one. Confronted by her husband’s infidelity, Lucy is left discombobulated, unsure what, exactly, she is supposed to do. There is a lot in this novel about the small but accumulative indignities of motherhood, the way Lucy constantly feels subject to the barbs of not being enough: as a mother, as a wife, as a homemaker. In particular, she struggles to address a low-level malaise and restlessness that seem to pervade the routines of her very middle-class, very unexceptional everyday life.

“In this place, most husbands had highly paid jobs, travelled a lot. Most wives, despite their multiple degrees, did all the school runs, counted the days until their men returned from Stockholm or Singapore. When something broke through – a disease, a death, a divorce – it was like a meteorite, something cosmic landing in our lives.”

And then, in the midst of all this already-existing turmoil, Lucy finds herself thrust in the role of the Cheated-On Woman. “Role,” here, is a resonant word, for Lucy is keenly aware that the story of her husband’s infidelity belongs to the wider, all-too-common story of husbands cheating on their wives. How, then, is she to act? How to absorb the shock of this revelation into the the family she has with her husband, her two young sons? The novel as a whole is an answer to those questions, though it’s certainly not a simple or uncomplicated one.

“I could not think of a way to confront Jake that did not feel scripted, stilted, too cheesy or on the nose. I could fling myself at him, pummel his chest with my fists, demand that he tell me everything. I could, carefully and without crying, cut every single one of his work shirts into shreds.”

Tying these themes together is the harpy, a creature from Greek and Roman mythology, a winged predator, half-woman, half-bird. Hunter’s choice to align Lucy’s unexceptional life with this exceptional creature is compelling—more importantly, though, it works. It gives what might’ve otherwise been a trite, overdone story an edge and a more fresh outlook.

“Nobody thinks they will become that woman until it happens. They walk down the street, knowing it will never be them.

They have no idea how it is: like the turning of a foot on a crack in the pavement, the slip of an ankle from the kerb, a falling, a single instant, the briefest action, changing it all.”

Though I typically tend to avoid novels that seem to be about people wallowing in their sadness because their (fairly privileged) middle-class lives are too boring for them :(((, I didn’t find that to be the case with The Harpy. It kept me engaged, and I really sympathized with Lucy. It’s a short novel with short chapters and writing that is simple but effective, one that, in the end, is about identity and violence as they intersect and unfold in the realms of motherhood and marriage.

Thanks so much to Grove Atlantic for providing me with an e-ARC of this book via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review!

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BOOK REVIEW: WHERE THE WILD LADIES ARE by AOKO MATSUDA (trans by POLLY BARTON)

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51168664An absolute delight of a short story collection.

The stories of Where the Wild Ladies Are are filled with all sorts of fantastical things: ghosts, frog guardians, and hauntings aplenty. And yet no matter how seemingly discordant these things may be, they come together beautifully in Matsuda’s hands.

Each of these stories comprises a small part of a bigger picture, and the more you read the collection, the more insight you gain into the threads connecting one to the other, the ways in which themes or characters or myths reverberate throughout their narratives.

And what narratives they are. Matsuda’s stories are playful yet tender, invested in moments of personal importance to their characters. The plots of these stories may be far-flung–what with all the ghosts and various other fantastical goings-on–but Matsuda always maintains her focus on a compassionate and sympathetic treatment of her characters. Oh, and the writing is just delightful: like a bubble, almost as if it conjures something out of nothing. It’s simple but affecting, clean and precise.

Where the Wild Ladies Are is a breath of fresh air. I cannot recommend this one highly enough, especially if you love Japanese fiction and/or short story collections.

(Thanks so much to Soft Skull Press for providing me with an e-ARC of this via NetGalley!)

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BOOK REVIEW: TRANSCENDENT KINGDOM by YAA GYASI

Transcendent Kingdom felt less like a novel and more like an exploration of ideas. As an exploration of ideas, it was solid. I enjoyed reading about Gifty’s thoughts and musings on religion and science, especially when she connected them to her work in neuroscience. Instead of simply privileging one over the other, or discounting one in favour of the other, Gyasi devotes time to examining both as complex entities with a considerable impact on Gifty and her perspective.

As a narrative, though, Transcendent Kingdom really fell short for me. The story was too discombobulated, going back and forth between the past and the present in a way that was disorienting more than anything else. What little narrative this book had was made all the more fragmented and confusing by moving so quickly and frequently between those two timelines. The result was a novel that felt like it was about someone thinking about their life and philosophy, as opposed to an actual story about that person. The distinction is an important one, and what ultimately let this book down.

(Thanks to Penguin Random House Canada for providing me with an e-ARC of this in exchange for an honest review!)

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