Be careful what you wish for… again!

I’ve been unable to read or blog in the past few days because so many things have cropped up last week, flowing over into the weekend and into this week too: a web design seminar, my sister home for a fortnight from Singapore, the INK booth at the Ortigas mini-book fair, a friend’s birthday party, and a surprise business trip looming this week…

I read 17 books in January, and originally wanted to surpass that, but I don’t think I’ll go over a couple of books above that, as this week ends February already. Hopefully I can make up for lost time soon.

On to the book I just finished:
Book #34 for 2009
Book #5 for the Diversity Challenge (American)
A Long and Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott

I grew up reading Alcott’s Little Women at least once a year starting fourth grade, usually reserving it for the Christmas break. I always loved that first chapter, where Jo grumbles, “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” and the four sisters each made their own little sacrifice to get Marmee some nice things for Christmas.
I felt sorry for Meg when she had to make do with old gowns at the grand parties, admired Jo for her dogged determination to become a writer, loved Beth and cried when she died, and hated Amy with a vengeance.

I haven’t read it in a while now, not after college as far as I remember, but I can rattle off my favorite episodes from the book– Meg’s hair getting fried with the hot curling tong; Amy and the lime episode, Beth getting her baby piano, Jo getting her hair cut, Amy falling into the lake, the Pickwick Papers, and Mr. March coming home. To this day, I still believe Jo and Laurie should ha ve ended up together. And yes, I still hate Amy.

I was surprised to come across this unfamiliar book written by Louisa May Alcott – I was browsing for a hardbound copy of Little Women (that I still don’t have) on BookMooch when I discovered this, and it sounded so interesting that I mooched it right away.

A Long Fatal Love Chase book actually only saw print in this century, as it was deemed too sensational in Alcott’s time (1866). Quite understandable, I think, now that I’ve finished it: if I didn’t know it was Alcott’s work, I wouldn’t have thought she could have written something like it, as it was shockingly different from Alcott’s goody-goody Little Women; Jo’s Boys; and Little Men.

The novel’s main theme is obsessive love, and I was surprised to find that it was comparable to Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, which I read last month. Rosamond Vivian is a young girl who lives with her stuffy grandfather on a remote island, with only books to keep her company. She longs for freedom to see the world, and is prepared to pay whatever it takes to be free.

Enter Philip Tempest, a worldly rake and her grandfather’s prize pupil, who sweeps Rosamond off her feet as he visits the island on his dashing boat, Circe. Rosamond thinks he looks like the devil himself (referencing Mephistopheles) but is very much taken with him and goes off with him to leave her old life behind.

Not very long after she lives with Philip, however, it becomes apparent that he is not who she originally thought he was. Rosamond discovers Philip’s dark past, and his streak of cruelty and deceit, and Rosamond escapes from him. The thrilling chase across Europe begins, traversing Italy, Germany and France, as Rosamond attempts to be free of Philip who makes it impossible for her to hide. Rosamond is Philip’s newest obsession, and he has always gotten whatever he wants.

Even in Little Women, Alcott has made it clear that she is very well-read, referencing literary works such as Dr. Zhivago; The Pickwick Papers; and The Pilgrim’s Progress. There is more of that in this book, which is obviously inspired by The Tempest (Caliban and Miranda), and references classical mythology — Hero and Leander; Ganymede; Mephistopheles.

There is also a reference to The Wandering Jew, and surprise, surprise, it’s Faustian too — Rosamond actually says, “I often feel as if I’d gladly sell my soul to Satan for a year of freedom,” and that is actually equivalent to what happens when she runs off with Philip Tempest, who actually cautions her in the beginning: “There is very little real liberty in the world; even those who seem freest are often the most tightly bound.”

Alcott’s writing is formal but not cumbersome or antiquated, making it a pleasure to read .Rosamond as a heroine is smart and spunky, although Philip was really her one weakness. Philip Tempest makes a great anti-hero: a cold and calculating seducer of the innocent, but so powerfully charming (and handsome, I bet! I was imagining Hugh Jackman) that I really couldn’t blame the girl for falling so hard for him.

Here is one of my favorite lines from A Long Fatal Love Chase, both from Rosamond:

“In the books I read the sinners are always more interesting than the saints, and in real life good people are dismally dull. I’ve no desire to be wicked, but I do want to be happy. A short life and a gay one for me and I’m willing to pay for my pleasure if necessary.

The book has given me renewed appreciation for Louisa May Alcott… Now I want to read Little Women again; I need to find a hardbound copy soon!

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My copy: hardcover with dustjacket, first edition, mooched from the US

My rating: A Long Fatal Love Chase, 4/5 stars; Little Women, 5/5 stars

The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

“Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later – no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn to forget – we will return.”

This is one of my favorite lines from the book The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, which has definitely found its way into my heart — from cover to cover!

Set in the heart of post-war Barcelona, The Shadow of the Wind is an exquisite blend of elements I love in books: literary mystery, horror, romance, and even some swashbuckling action!

In The Shadow of the Wind, 10-year old Daniel Sempere‘s life is changed forever when his father, a bookseller, brings him to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books (“Every book, every volume you see here has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it…”).

In the tradition of this labyrinthine repository of obscure tomes, a first-time visitor must choose a book and take care of it forever, making sure it stays alive and never disappears. Daniel is immediately drawn to a handsome volume entitled “Shadow of the Wind,” by a little-known Spanish writer Julian Carax. The mysterious book sets off Daniel’s curiosity about Carax and he embarks on a quest to find out more about the author, whose life gets more and more entwined with Daniel’s as the story progresses.

The beautiful language is lush and wordy, rich with descriptions that just bloom with life — exactly the way I like it. And I like the fact that very few people (well outside of the FFP circle) have heard about it, and that it’s not that easy to find at the book store — it has this word of mouth success that doesn’t need the hype to make it a bestseller.

And the characters — they seemed to jump off the page. Fermin was my favorite — he had the best lines! I loved it when he said:

“Look, Daniel. Destiny is usually around the corner. Like a thief, like a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.”

I also felt really sad for the gay watchmaker Federico Flavia, who was persecuted for his flamboyant lifestyle. I like Daniel too, as a protagonist. He is young and impetuous, but is charming and believable, and I think I fell in love with him too.

I’d have loved to write a longer review, but it’s been around nine months since I read the book, and it’s due for a reread this year. But I would have to say that it’s one of the best novels I have ever read, and I loved every bit of it; reading it was one of the best experiences I’ve had with a book — I laughed and cried and seethed and shivered and gushed throughout it all, and I couldn’t put it down. Sigh.

I can’t wait for the prequel, Angel’s Game, due in September 2009.

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My copy: Phoenix trade paperback, mooched from Triccie. I want a hardcover. And an illustrated edition.

My rating: 5/5 stars!

Murder on the Leviathan by Boris Akunin

Murder on the Leviathan is an amusing mystery dealing with the gruesome 1878 murder of Lord Littleby and his staff of 10 at Rue de Grenelle, Paris. Commissioner Gauche of the French police is assigned to the case and his only clue is a golden badge with the imprint of a whale that serves as a ticket onboard the ship Leviathan.
On the Leviathan, Gauche narrows down his suspects to a group of ten eccentric characters, gathered in the Windsor Salon. Among them are an Indian scholar, a doctor and his wife, the ship’s first mate, a emented baronet, a dubious Japanese army officer, a pregnant and loquacious Swiss banker’s wife, an old maid, and a suave Russian diplomat. The Russian is Erast Fandorin, who soon takes over the investigation from the bumbling Gauche.

Fandorin is similar to Sherlock Holmes, in his method and his logic, but it’s interesting how he is never on the centerstage throughout the novel, because in its entirety it is told from the point of view of the rest of the characters. The end was quite a romp, with a lot of unexpected twists and all in all, it was quite a good read. Looking forward to reading more Erast Fandorin mysteries :)

(Postscript: tried Sister Pelagia and the Bulldogs and Turkish Gambit but didn’t like them, mostly because of the politics and all the Russian names)…

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My copy: trade paperback

My rating: 4/5 stars

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The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney

The Face On the Milk Carton is a riveting thriller about a 15-year old girl, Janie Johnson, who lives in a well-off neighborhood with parents who love her. One day, she is idly looking at the back of a milk carton and comes across a picture of three year-old Jennie Spring, kidnapped twelve years ago. The heading reads, “Have you seen this child?”

Janie takes a look at the red pigtails and the polka-dot dress and a wave of recognition hits her. She has seen this child. In fact, she realizes that the face on the milk carton is hers.

Flashes of memories of her “other” family (the Springs) hit her, and as much as she loves her family, she cannot deny the conviction that she is Jennie Spring… Will she choose the family she has known and loved? But what about the family that has been deprived of her presence?

Surprisingly, it was a decent read, for P40 at the book sale. Now if only I can hunt down the three other sequels.

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My copy: put up for mooching last year, mass market paperback

My rating: 3/5 stars

The Patient’s Eyes by David Pirie

Sherlock Holmes is one of my favorite detectives (alongside Encyclopedia Brown, The Three Investigators’ Jupiter Jones and Nancy Drew). I was a big Sherlock Holmes fan when I was a kid, and I loved The Hound of the Baskervilles, which is why I got this book, because I thought it would be really interesting.

I wasn’t disappointed.

The first in the Murder Rooms trilogy, The Patient’s Eyes details how the young Arthur Conan Doyle was bored in med school and was all but ready to drop out when he met Dr. Joseph Bell (supposedly the real-life basis for Sherlock Holmes), a surgeon/teacher (moonlighting as the Edinburgh police’s secret weapon!) who took him on as his assistant (mostly to disprove his cynicism, making Doyle the actual Watson).

After a tragic loss (something which I feel would be explained in the succeeding books), Doyle moves away from Edinburgh to start over, shakily establishing the foundations of his medical practice. And then he meets a new patient, Heather Grace, who is suffering from an eye complaint, psychological trauma, and has a mystery stalker.

Fascinated by his new patient, he decides to call on Dr. Bell to help him solve the mystery terrorizing Heather Grace, before it’s too late… Who is trying to scare Heather Grace to death? The uncle with a massive collection of exotica (also her trustee)? The perpetually cheerful (or so it seems) almost-fiance? Or the unscrupulous doctor attracted to Heather Grace, who is smarting from Doyle’s “piracy” of his patient?

The novel skims over elements from the Sherlock Holmes stories, such as the Speckled Band, The Solitary Cyclist, and Wisteria Lodge. It’s a murder mystery that twists and turns with a lot of surprises, and really, at the end of the novel I was totally scared out of my wits that I shoved the book under the blanket because the cover was freaking me out.

Now, if only I can find copies of the two other books in the series…

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My copy: trade paperback, from the Powerbooks bargain bin

My rating: 4/5 stars