The Hummingbird's Daughter

Set in pre-revolutionary Mexico, The Hummingbird’s Daughter, is an absorbing and richly imagined tale of the little known “Saint of Cabora,” Teresita Urrea. Teresita had many sobriquets, but my favorite is the brazenly dramatic: “Mexico’s Joan of Arc.”

This article in True West, “The Most Dangerous Girl in Mexico,” gives a brief but thorough summary of her life.

Teresita is a distant relative of the author, Luis Alberto Urrea, which probably explains why he invested 20 years of his life learning about hers. A lot of times such a well-researched book feels like a summary of the author’s notes, as if they tried to pack every little thing they learned about their topic into their novel. Happily, that's not the case here. Written in the style of magical realism, Urrea’s novel deftly carries the reader through a world where the possible and the impossible are so intertwined that you can’t help but believe, if only for the duration of the narrative, that it all makes sense. In the process, you learn about vaqueros, shamanic healers, desert landscapes, and Yaqui and Mayo cultural history. There is a lot of heart, history, and humor in this novel, but also violence and some sexual content. While I think this novel is beautiful, heartbreaking, and overall very enjoyable, you might want to steer clear of it if that’s not something you want included in your reading.

The English Patient

The English Patient is probably best known because of the 1996 movie. I haven’t watched the movie (do love the soundtrack), but I think it would be a difficult book to adapt to the screen. The English patient, a man burned beyond recognition after his plane goes down in the North African desert during WWII, is actually one of four central characters in this story. There is Hana, a young Canadian nurse suffering from PTSD. Caravaggio, also a Canadian and a professional thief, who worked for the British intelligence during the war and who knew Hana when she was a child. Finally, there’s Kip, a sapper from India who has a talent for dismantling even the most intricate of bombs and who embodies the conflict between East and West. In the present, they all reside in a bombed out Italian villa. The narrative voices of these four characters converge and flow apart; illumination comes most often through flashbacks. At the heart of the story is the question: who is the English patient?

Ondaatje’s prose, like poetry, is best read slowly and with the intention of visualizing and savoring it. Don’t try to stomp and speed your way through this book and don’t expect an abundance of clarity. The good news: if you lose the narrative thread (which, I promise, you will do from time to time), the language is so enthralling that you will most likely overcome your feelings of  frustration that things are getting hazy. I suppose anyone who can write, “In the street of imported parrots in Cairo one is hectored by almost articulate birds,” can get away with leaving the reader in a desert of confusion, riding the wave of an almost articulate narrative.

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Amy Snow: A Novel

This was an amusing read. Just a few hours old, infant Amy Snow is abandoned and left for dead in a snowbank on the great Vennaway’s estate. Their kind daughter and heiress, Aurelia, finds Amy and forces her parents to keep her in their household. Amy grows up hated by Aurelia’s parents, but loved by Aurelia. Tragically, Aurelia dies young, but she leaves Amy coded letters that lead her on a hunt across England to discover Aurelia’s great secret. As she goes on this quest, Amy learns much about herself and her deceased friend.

While the resulting love story got a bit sappy for my taste, and the “mystery” wasn’t hard to figure out, Amy Snow is interesting enough as a character that the transparency of the mystery can be overlooked. Meek and abused at the beginning, she gains strength and self-respect as she overcomes obstacles and discovers that the world isn't as black and white as she imagined. Some aspects of the story needed to be better developed though. I wasn’t completely satisfied with the resolution and the explanation for Amy’s poor treatment as she grew up in the Vennaway household.

Still, if you’re looking for that comfortable combination of light reading + historical fiction, you will probably be able to overlook where this story falls short. I’m guessing fans of Julianne Donaldson, author of Edenbrooke and Blackmoore, will find this novel very appealing.

The Year of Lear: Shakespeare in 1606

Unless you consider yourself a Shakespeare scholar (or aspire to be one), you will probably find this book dense and tedious. That’s not to say it doesn’t contain a plethora of worthwhile information. I learned much about King James’ obsession to unify England and Scotland, Jacobean attitudes towards witchcraft and sorcery, and the Gunpowder Plot. Of the three plays Shapiro focuses on, King Lear, Macbeth, and Antony and Cleopatra, I most enjoyed Shapiro’s analysis of King Lear and I found the chapter, “Leir to Lear” intriguing - I had no idea King Lear was based on an older play, King Leir. However, by the time Shapiro got to the “Equivocation” chapter, my attention began to wander.

Ultimately, I learned more about the historical context of the year 1606 than I did about Shakespeare. Suppositions in this book abound; things Shakespeare might have read, done, or seen are included without any evidence. Educated guesses are intriguing, but not reliable scholarship. There’s a reason a number of Shakespeare scholars came together for the publication of a rebuttal book, Contested Years: Errors, Omissions, and Unsupported Statements in James Shapiro’s ‘The Year of Lear: Shakespeare in 1606.’ According to the Amazon synopsis, it is “an essential companion to one of the most flawed and misleading works by an accredited academic professor of the last decade.” Yikes. I think this is one of those books that is better fit to be picked apart in a classroom than it is for personal reading, but more power to you if you decide to wrestle with it on your own.

Victoria: The Queen

I didn’t think I could enjoy a biography about Queen Victoria as much as I did Christopher Hibbert’s, Queen Victoria: A Personal History, but Julia Baird’s “intimate biography” of Victoria proved me wrong.

Baird’s writing style is engaging, yet I never felt that she was compromising historical facts in order to dwell in maudlin speculation (though she came dangerously close when writing about Victoria’s relationship with her Highland servant, John Brown). I have no time or patience for writers such as Daisy Goodwin, whose recent novel, Victoria, and the accompanying PBS miniseries about Victoria’s life, are really nothing more than a gaudy charade of history that panders to the unsuspecting and uncaring. I have nothing against entertainment, but why distort the facts of a life and the character of a person that was already colorful enough? Victoria is not a minor historical figure and there is so much known about her and her life that it seems irresponsible and ridiculous to misrepresent her for the sake of trying to please a modern audience.

Baird points out the contradictions that shaped Victoria’s life. Unlike the steadfast and principled Albert, Victoria was a woman of spirit and feeling - which means she was often inconsistent and hot-tempered. She didn’t support women’s suffrage, yet she clamored for political control throughout the course of her reign. She was happily married, but came to decry the institution. She worried over her children and loved them, but that didn’t keep her from saying cruel things about them, having favorites, or disguising feelings of disgust or disrespect for a number of them. She was personally kind and compassionate, advocating for animal rights and worrying about individual’s feelings, and she was remarkably open minded about equality and race for her time period, yet she stubbornly refused to acknowledge or intervene in some of the greatest human rights atrocities of her age.

One area that I think Baird should have further examined was the parallel between Victoria’s actions and temperament in later years and that of her mother’s. Victoria had chaffed under and rebelled against her mother’s control when she ascended the throne, yet she was a domineering presence in her own children’s lives, even going so far as to try and keep her youngest daughter from marrying. Just as power hungry John Conroy had controlled and manipulated her mother, so Victoria was seen as being over reliant and brainwashed by her close servants, especially John Brown and Abdul Karim. Victoria detested Conroy just as her own children deplored her two closest advisors.

Finally, I thought Baird’s claim that if Albert had lived longer the age might well have been known as the “Albertine Age” was an intriguing one. Morally unmoving and staunch in his views, meticulous, scholarly, driven, and a tiring advocate for social reform, I think Baird makes a strong case that Albert is the one who embodied our conception of Victorian prudery and progress, much more so than Victoria.

Baird’s biography is refreshing (and hopefully will be more widely read than Goodwin’s novel) in that she manages to be entertaining without drama-mongering.

Discoverers of the Universe: William and Caroline Herschel

It is 3 a.m. on a damp and freezing night in the tiny English village of Slough. Just three miles north, in Windsor Castle, King George III lays sleeping. The night is moonless and billions of stars brilliantly pulsate from the heavens. All is silence and slumber, and then, a strange phantasm - twenty feet above his garden, a man sits on a platform, his eyes trained on the upper end of a monstrous telescope of his own making. An assistant stands below him, ready to move it at his command. A weak light from a nearby window breaks the unadulterated darkness and there a small woman sits at a desk. Books spread before her, clocks and mechanical instruments nearby; she sits posed with a pen in hand and paper in front of her. It is so cold the ink is nearly frozen in her inkwell, but on signal from the pull of a cord she opens the window. A man’s voice breaks the stillness and she carefully copies down his shouted observations. Then, consulting the charts and books in front of her, she shouts back information about where to look next in the sky before she closes the window. All is silence again, except for the scratching of her quill on paper.

It sounds like the makings of a science fiction novel, doesn’t it? But it is the story of William and Caroline Herschel: the 18th century brother/sister stargazing duo. William is probably best known for his discovery of Uranus and as the foremost telescope maker of the 18th century, but between the two of them they discovered new moons on Jupiter, countless nebulae, double stars, and comets. The author, Michael Hoskin, consistently points out that they were also instrumental in revising the view of the cosmos from a mechanical and clockwork universe, to a universe that changes, grows, contracts, and evolves. I guess you could say they were the Darwin of the skies.

William and Caroline were like a pair of binary stars. William was the brilliant inventor, observer and dreamer, but he was bound to Caroline who, though not the genius of the pair, was no less important as his assistant and as an astronomical observer in her own right. The success of one really depended on the help of the other.

While William was the driving force behind their discoveries and inventions, I find Caroline to be a more fascinating figure. From a 21st century feminist perspective it is a little hard to read Caroline’s half of the story and not feel like she was taken advantage of – first by a mother who wanted to keep her as an uneducated drudge, and then by her brother, who rescued her from a life of drudgery but then consistently put his own interests above hers. Hoskin sagely points out that it is both because of William’s selfishness and Caroline’s extreme unselfish commitment to him, that William was able to accomplish so much in his life. One can’t feel too sorry for her though. She was unyieldingly devoted to her brother and regularly made choices that kept her at his side. She was proud of her work, but more proud of his.

This book was succinct. Hoskin spends little time dwelling on the personal details of the Herschel’s lives, which I actually would have liked to see more of. For instance, when William finally marries there is little mention as to why he chose the woman he did or what he really saw in her. Perhaps no record of his emotions exist or quite possibly he saved his emotional and romantic energy for science rather than relationships.

Overall, this was a quick and fascinating read. I highly recommend it for anyone who wants to learn more about the Herschel’s and the wonders of early astronomy.

Louisa: The Extraordinary Life of Mrs. Adams

If you ever watched the HBO mini-series, John Adams, you probably developed a healthy appreciation for his wife, Abigail. Laura Linney’s portrayal of Abigail Adams was phenomenal: she was gritty, intelligent, hard working, independent, and most impressive of all, John Adams’ intellectual equal. She was the “ever guiding planet around which all evolved” (265). Abigail was the kind of woman you can’t help but admire and that you hope to emulate.

I suppose I expected the same character traits in John Quincy Adams’ wife, Louisa Adams, née Johnson. However, Louisa was not a stalwart farmwoman, nor was she interested in the staid and serious intellectual grind that was so valued by the Adams clan. Because of this, it took me a while to really come to see her strengths and appreciate her good qualities (ironically, it took a while for her mother-in-law as well).

Louisa was born in London and educated like your typical Jane Austen heroine. Her upbringing focused on entertaining, music, social skills, and speaking French. In short, she was raised for the marriage market. John Quincy and Louisa’s attraction to one another was complicated from the beginning. Both of them had strong reservations about each other. John Quincy was unsure she was serious and practical enough to be an American politician’s wife, and Louisa was unsure if he truly loved her. They both had strong tempers. As is often the case when a strong-minded man and an impetuous woman are thrown together, Louisa comes off looking the worst. In the beginning, she seems petty, immature, and lacking intellectual curiosity. She likes to dress up and be admired, she wants to wear rouge; she complains a lot and she’s unable to do anything even as practical as balancing their home account books.

However, as the years passed, a number of severe trials caused her to develop into a complex and sympathetic woman. She experienced numerous and often very painful miscarriages. She longed to be settled with her family, but she was forced to lead a nomadic lifestyle as a diplomat’s wife. And while she wasn’t interested in John Quincy’s Tacitus and Cicero, she set out on her own rather unpredictable, but no less valuable, course of study and reading. She was infinitely more interesting at 40 than she was at 20.

The most compelling chapter in Louisa’s life was when she and her youngest son, Charles, accompanied John Quincy on a diplomatic mission to St. Petersburg. Pressure from Abigail Adams forced her to leave her two older sons behind in America, something she always regretted. For six years she had to live in frozen, desolate Russia, while navigating the gaudy and extravagant aristocratic society of St. Petersburg royalty and politics. She experienced bitter loneliness and indescribable pain at the loss of a baby daughter while there. And when John Quincy was called away to Paris she was forced to live alone for nearly a year and then to make the dangerous journey from St. Petersburg to Paris on her own.

One of the most intriguing things about Louisa is that she was one of those women who is incredibly strong when they have to be, but who immediately crumples under male protection.

The author notes, “In times of adversity, forced to rise to the occasion, she often thrived. She had crossed thousands of miles from St. Petersburg to Paris, fording half-frozen rivers and meeting with unruly soldiers. She had made difficult decisions quickly and well. She had taken care of her small and terrified son. She had traveled through the night, slept very little, dealt with deserting servants, crossed battlefields, and ravaged villages, and faced the approach of a dictator. She had shown courage and self-command. She had not been overcome by fatigue. She had in fact completed the journey from St. Petersburg with such strength that her husband concluded the arduous trip had been crucial to her health. This same woman, once relieved from all responsibility and returned to the protection of her husband, after a much shorter and easier journey, was now helplessly tired and overwhelmed” (233 – 34).

John Quincy wasn’t the type of husband who was sympathetic to female weaknesses either. Much like his father, he was argumentative, bullish, and had an “I don’t give a damn what you think of me” attitude. He would shut himself up in his study, grumble and growl at visitors, and was often noted for being taciturn during important social occasions. I think Thomas makes a convincing case that without Louisa’s ability to navigate the social side of politics, there is a good chance John Quincy would have completely ostracized himself from politics through his reclusive tendencies. Louisa was charming and sociable and very aware that being able to make friends with people in high places could get you further than a well-constructed argument or strong political conventions.

A misanthrope and a social butterfly, they were an unlikely match and their relationship was often explosive and studded with anger and misunderstandings. Yet, however ill-suited their personalities were, their love became strong and true through a lifetime of shared struggles and tragedies.

A study of Louisa Adams’ life may not prompt the same respect and adoration as a study of Abigail’s would. However, her failings make her very human and approachable. Louisa truly led an “extraordinary life” because she became an extraordinary person. You will come away from this biography with not only an appreciation for her endurance and courage, but for her weaknesses as well.