Thursday, November 18, 2010
Little Bee: A Novel by Chris Cleave-If you're aware of this book, then you're probably aware of the mystique surrounding it. Maybe mystique is too strong, a word, but the author or publisher or somebody essentially decided to part with the standard practice of telling readers what the book is about; instead, they decided to say:
We don't want to tell you WHAT HAPPENS in this book.
It is a truly SPECIAL STORY and we dont' want to spoil it.
Once you have read it, you'll want to tell your friends about it. When you do, please don't tell them what happens. The magic is in how the story unfolds.
Was Don Draper involved in this? Because, I have to say, I kind of think this is marketing genius, not to mention just a little bit ballsy. I mean, you have to be pretty sure you have a good product if you're going to go with the word-of-mouth marketing ploy, especially with a book. It seems to have paid off-I've heard nothing but good things, and I did manage to go this long without knowing what the book is actually about, so who am I to part with tradition at this point?
I won't tell you what the book is about, but I will share with you a few parts that I liked. Early on, Little Bee gives a great example of how different the same language can be between two speakers.
I am only alive at all because I learned the Queen's English. Maybe you are thinking, that isn't so hard. After all, English is the official language of my country, Nigeria. Yes, but the trouble is that back home we speak it so much better than you. To talk the Queen's English, I had to forget all the best tricks of my mother tongue. For example, the Queen could never say, There was plenty wahala, that girl done use her bottom power to engage my number one son and anyone could see she would end in the bad bush. Instead the Queen must say, My late daughter-in-law used her feminine charms to become engaged to my heir, and one might have foreseen that it wouldn't end well. It is all a little sad, don't you think? Learning the Queen's English is like scrubbing off the bright red varnish from your toenails, the morning after a dance.
I love her view of her language, and this example made me laugh because it reminded me a lot of the pidgin that is spoken here. I liked Little Bee's view on a lot of things.
On the girl's brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
Obviously, Little Bee is referring to scars resulting from violence, but this made me think of the scars left behind by things like cancer, scars that people might try to hide because they think they are ugly or embarrassing and my hope is that everyone with such a scar can adopt Little Bee's philosophy on beauty and strength.
One of Little Bee's habits is to figure out how she would kill herself in any given location. This sounds morose, but she has her reasons, and I had to laugh at some of her solutions.
One day [they] gave all of us a copy of a book called LIFE IN THE UNITED KINGDOM. It explains the history of your country and how to fit in. I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth).
I had to read the following passage a couple of times before I finally read it correctly.
Everything was happiness and singing when I was a little girl. There was plenty of time for it. We did not have hurry.
I kept thinking that there had been a typo and it was supposed to be, We did not have to hurry or perhaps, We did not hurry. The addition or subtraction of just one tiny word makes such a huge difference, and I think it's this kind of nuance throughout the book that makes it so successful.
So, overall, I'm on board with everyone else who read and loved this book...but with one caveat. Little Bee's story is entwined with a woman named Sarah, and for me their story worked well. The problem for me came anytime the men in Sarah's life entered the picture. I don't know if Sarah's one of those people who is just attracted to complete losers or if these men were simply caught up in situations for which they found themselves unprepared, and as a result didn't act as well as they could have, but I found their handling of certain situations to be not only distasteful but just downright unbelievable at times. I suppose that both men could be said to be representative of certain failings in society, and maybe that was the author's intent, but they both just made me want to throw the book at a wall a few times. Gah
I don't know if Heather J.'s was the first review I saw for this book, but, according to my notes, it does seem to be the one that finally made me get off the fence and decide that I wanted to read this book. So, thanks Heather!
Other reviews (Warning: The more you read, the more you are going to know about this story!):
Trish at Hey Lady! Whatcha Readin'? gives a few more details about the story here.
Florinda at The Three R's Blog was not impressed by the withholding of information about this book. How do you feel?
Raych at books i done read had some mixed feelings but mostly loved it.
According to Books on the Nightstand listeners and readers, Little Bee was one of the top books of 2009.
In a guest post at My Friend Amy, Mary Sharratt thinks that Little Bee would have been considered women's fiction and thus not taken as seriously had it been written by a woman. Interesting. Is she right?
Sheila at Book Journey read this for her book club. Although the club as a whole didn't love the book, Sheila says, "While it was not the book I thought I was going to be reading, it was the book I was meant to read." You gotta love it when that happens!
Bellezza at Dolce Bellezza says, "There is nothing like a book such as this to point out to me my incredible naivety." Indeed.
I'm sure there are plenty of other reviews out there. If you've reviewed this book, let me know and I'll add a link to your review.
Monday, November 15, 2010
I missed October GBBD, and I'm a little late getting to November's, but it is still the 15th here in my neck of the woods, so I'm counting this as a win. I have to say, I think winter is one of my favorite times of year in my garden, and here's one of the reasons why:
This is my Euphorbia leucocephala or Mexican poinsettia, and pretty soon the entire thing will be snow white. Lest you think I'm cheating, there are some actual blooms here. They're just really tiny.
Aren't they cute?
Here's another white flower, my spider lily, Crinum asiaticum. I rarely get a chance to see them from this angle as the weight of the blooms usually pulls the stem down toward the ground. Kind of impressive from this angle, aren't they?
You can see what my lilies usually look like in the bottom left-hand corner of this picture, almost touching the ground. Lurking in the background under my shrimp plant, is Mocha the mighty hunter. I think she's staring at a lizard. I don't think she's ever caught anything, but she sure likes to act like a lion stalking prey in the tall grass of the savanna.
Speaking of tall grass, here's my red ginger, standing about six feet tall.
Here's a red ginger bloom that's done its time and now, instead of going to seed, it is doing this. What is this you ask? Well, I had no idea either, but back in January, I noted a similar phenomenon, and Christopher from Outside Clyde was kind enough to explain that eventually the weight of all that new growth will pull the bloom down to the ground where the keiki (baby/child) plants can put down roots and turn into new six-foot plants. Cool, huh?
I have a bird of paradise that is a little past its prime but still interesting.
My last vacation saw the demise of my red miniature roses, but I did what any good gardener would do and went shopping for more plants. In the tradition of this pot, which has housed nothing but miniature roses, I am happy to have this pretty little bloom to show you this month.
I didn't manage to show you any blooms from Tillandsia cyanea (Pink Quill) last year, but we'll see what happens this year.
See the little purple blooms preparing to emerge? Yay!
And, finally, my Evolvus glomeratus, or Blue Daze. I love the pretty blue with the bright white center.
That's all for today, but please be sure to visit Carol at May Dreams Gardens to see what else is blooming this month.