Two not-for-me poetry books

This past week I posted a list of my most recent favorite reviewed poetry books. Almost to a person every person who left a comment said they don't read poetry or don't understand poetry. Even I, a person who reads a lot of poetry, understands that comment about not understanding poetry. Sometimes poems can be so obtuse to make them almost incomprehensible. I liken it to the Facebook user who makes a post without any context. Something like, "I'm doing a little better now." What the heck am I supposed to do with that? Better than when? What is wrong? How have things improved? These two poetry books left me with similar feeling, scratching my head, what did I just read?

The first of the two poetry books beyond my reach was Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong. I knew from the book notes that Vuong's mother had recently died and this collection of poems was his reaction to that death and created out of a place of deep grief. The problem for me was I couldn't find what I thought I would find in th poems. I found a very depressed person, understandable. And I found a few references to the mother, though I couldn't tell if she was dead or just not available. Unfortunately some of the poems made me feel all creepy/crawly. Was that a poem about being raped? I wasn't sure. Was that a homoerotic poem? Once again, unclear. As I set the book aside I reminded myself that others may be able to find beauty and answers in these poems that I did not. That's okay. They just weren't for me.

After reading Time is a Mother I sought out Vuong's wiki page and I learned there was a lot of generational trauma in his family. His grandfather was a GI during the Vietnam conflict from Michigan. He married his grandmother, a simple peasant, and had three daughters with her before he had to return to the States without them. As the war was coming to an end, his grandmother, in a panic, placed the three girls in three orphanages, hoping to save their lives. After the war they were reunited but Vuong's mother, by then 18, had to escape Vietnam with her son Ocean because she was mixed race. Eventually they ended up in Connecticut, living in a one-room apartment with seven others. Vuong's father abandoned the family soon after. Vuong was the first in his family to learn to read and he didn't learn until age eleven. As I read about all this trauma it felt like I had misinterpreted many of the poems. Vuong's poems weren't just about his mother and his grief, they were about this trauma. He may not have lived all this trauma personally, but he lived it vicariously through their shared history/experiences. 

My rating: 2.5 stars

The second poetry book I describe as 'not-for-me' was A Year of Last Things by Michael Ondaatje. Unlike Vuong, who is at the beginning of his writing career, Ondaatje has been around publishing for a long time, beginning in 1967. I think of him as primarily a novel writer but he has published 13 volumes of poetry, so perhaps I should think of him the other way around, as a poet who has written a few novels. Either way you look at it, this is my first stab at reading his poetry. Most of the poems I found extremely beautiful but I had no idea what was happening. One thing I really liked was how he pulled phrases from other poems/poets and reacted to those phrases in his poems. The first poem, "Lock" gives us a clue about how the poet likes to save favorite lines...

Reading the lines he loves

he slips them into a pocket,

wishes to die with his clothes

full of torn-free stanzas

and the telephone numbers

of his children in far cities

The poems were lovely. Just lovely. I may not have understood all parts of them, but I loved the music in them. That said, I wasn't as crazy about the few essays in the collection. I guess they didn't evoke any music inside me. Ha!

Ondaatje, now living in Canada, was born in Sri Lanka. Many of the poems seemed to be set in that region of the world with unrecognizable to me geography references and names of individuals I felt like the poet thought I should know, but I don't. Setting that aside, I also wondered at the title and veiled references to someone the poet met later in life who was precious to him. Was that person a lover or just a dear friend? Not sure. It doesn't matter. But I was left with the impression that this person's life was over and the poet was thinking back over the last things they did/saw/felt together. Whereas Vuong's collection left me feeling a bit creeped out, this collection made me feel sad or melancholy. But I'm not even sure if I got the details right. That is what I find frustrating about some poetry reading. As a reader of novels I always want to know the details, the plot, what is happening to the characters. I know that is not what poetry is about but I can't seem to keep myself from wondering. I also have to remind myself that each poem is NOT autobiographical. 

As I read through a few comments on Goodreads one gal said she enjoyed listening to Ondaatje read his own poems on audiobooks. Hmm. Why hadn't I thought of that? Poetry is meant to be spoken/heard. When I am challenged by a collection next time I will look around for its audiobook.

My rating: 3.5

-Anne

Review: BEL CANTO (+Friday56 LinkUp)

Title: Bel Canto by Ann Patchett

Book Beginnings quote: 

When the lights went out the accompanist kissed her.

Friday56 quote:

It was too much work to remember things you might not have again, and so one by one they opened up their hands and let them go.

Summary: 

Somewhere in South America, at the home of the country's vice president, a lavish birthday party is being held in honor of the powerful businessman Mr. Hosokawa. Roxane Coss, opera's most revered soprano, has mesmerized the international guests with her singing. It is a perfect evening—until a band of gun-wielding terrorists takes the entire party hostage. But what begins as a panicked, life-threatening scenario slowly evolves into something quite different, a moment of great beauty, as terrorists and hostages forge unexpected bonds and people from different continents become compatriots, intimate friends, and lovers. (Publisher)

Review: After reading the summary you might wonder where authors come up with their ideas. Well, in the case of Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, her inspiration came from the headlines. In 1996/7 a group of terrorists stormed the Japanese Embassy in Lima, Peru and held the dignitaries, who were attending a birthday party, hostage for over 120 days before being killed by government forces. In Patchett's version the country where this attack takes place is never identified. The party is held at the home of the Vice President of the county. The President doesn't show up, even though he said he would, because he had to stay hom to watch his favorite weekly soap opera. The occasion is a birthday party for a Mr. Hosokawa, a powerful businessman from Japan, who the hosts hope will invest in their country. It is known that Hosokawa greatly admires the opera singer, Roxane Coss. She is used as a decoy to lure him to come to the country and, hopefully, invest in it.

When the terrorist break into the mansion, they are dismayed to learn the President isn't there. Now they have to think up a new plan. Over a series of several days they let all the staff, more that half the men, and all but one of the women, Ms. Coss, go. The Generals in charge of a ragtag group of young terrorists, decide they'll wait it out hoping for ransom money which will help their cause -- which is an ever-changing target. As the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, everyone, maybe with the exception of the generals, sheds aspects of their past lives and find they enjoy aspects of their captivity. The young terrorists find they like living where there are modern amenities like flush toilets, TVs, and electricity. Some start to dream of a life beyond this event which involves going to school or using their talents. The captives find that they now have time to do things they didn't do before because they were so busy. The Vice President, for example, realizes this event has wrecked any chance of furthering his career in politics so he leans into keeping the house and the yard livable. He becomes a host in the very real sense of the word -- delivering tea, vacuuming, even doing some gardening. And what about the famous opera singer? She talks her captors into delivering her music to her so she can exercise her voice everyday as she would if she weren't trapped. Opera, or beautiful singing (bel canto), transformed everyone's life.

Have you noticed how some books need to simmer for a while before you feel reading to make a definitive evaluation of them? Well, Bel Canto is one of those books. It was like a good soup which I ate the day I made it, but which got better after a day of sitting in the refrigerator so the flavors could all commingle.  I listened to the audiobook of Bel Canto with my husband and daughter on a recent car trip. Afterwards we all talked about what we liked/didn't like about the book. My daughter was most critical, rating it with 3 stars. My husband and I both thought initially it was a 4 star book but I have since that time wondered at my rating thinking it deserves higher (4.5 or 4.75?) Why? I think it is because I can't stop thinking about the plot. I think it is true, we do busy ourselves with things unimportant. If given a chance we find we have so much more in common with people than we realize at first glance. If given the chance, almost all of the terrorists and nearly all of the captives were perfectly willing to remain in their status quo. Why? Because they had made bonds with their "enemies" and knew if they left the cocoon those bonds would be broken.

I decided to read Bel Canto for two reasons. One, I am an Ann Patchett fan and enjoy reading just about everything she has written. And, number two, Bel Canto showed up as one of the New York Times top 100 books of the 21st Century titles. I am slowly, oh so slowly, trying to make my way through that list.

My rating is a moving target, today I give it 4.5 stars.

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Poetry Review: GRACE NOTES

Several years ago I attended a conference in Portland, Oregon for school librarians. It was a three-day affair with lots of speakers and pull-out sessions, a wonderful marketplace with lots of publishers showing off their books, and opportunities to hobnob with other professionals like myself. Toward the end of the last day, many people were opting to go home early rather than attend any more sessions. But not me. I marched resolutely into my last session which was an author event with poet Naomi Shihab Nye. I was embarrassed for her how few other people showed up for her event so I stayed put for the whole length of it. Actually I sat still, transfixed. At the time I wasn't familiar with her poetry since its target audience was a few grades below the students I served. But that didn't matter. What I encountered that day, the feeling has never left me, was poetry and how it spoke straight to my soul. It is as if a roadblock to my heart was moved aside that day, one that has never been built back up. Thanks to Naomi Shihab Nye, poetry has become an integral part of my being.

Grace Notes: Poems About Families is Naomi Shihab Nye's latest collection, written after the death of her mother. Though the book is full of over 100 poems, put together the poems create a sort of biography of her mother and her family. I've read several biographies written in verse and this isn't quite that. In those biographies I never felt like I was reading individual poems but just the story of someone's life which happens to be written in verse. (For an example of an excellent biography-in-verse check out Pauli Murray by Rosita Stevens-Holsey.) By contrast, the poems in Grace Notes can all stand on their own. Some I loved, some I didn't -- my usual reaction to poetry collections. But in this case, the whole tells a very compelling story of mother who as a girl was an art prodigy. This gal then married a man she'd only known for three months, he an immigrant from Palestine. Nine months later, Naomi is born. Naomi's childhood was tainted by her mother's depression and colored by her father's culture. In their house there was no TV but there were lots of books with no restrictions placed on them except interest.

In the poem "What Was the Secret in Your House" we learn how hard her mother's depression was on Naomi: 

Is there always a secret? 

My mom cried and I didn't want people to know.

My friend hid the fact her mom

didn't speak English well.

But sometimes it's a good secret, maybe?

They love you more than they can ever say?

Then a miracle, the last nine years of her mother's life were depression free.

After the fuse of depression

blew out,

she described feeling 

more alive...

Friends kept showing up

to take her to lunch

in more than one city.

Her smile grew brighter,

she was hungry for fun.

             (excerpts from "I'm Okay")

As a child of an aging parent I am well aware that my mother doesn't want to be remembered for certain things but would love to remembered for others. In two poems titled "Things We Don't Want to Remember" and "Things We Do Want to Remember" I am reminded of my own parents. 

It wasn't until near the end of the book that I felt Naomi Shihab Nye's grief about the death of her mother with phrases like this in "Open Day", I miss everything I ever loved but it's / very near. Or this from "We Never Knew" which I relate to what is happening politically today, but she was referring to memories, When the country fell apart, / I fell into poetry, / which cost nothing / but care. / ... / Nothing required for / survival of memories / but a passing nod, / an endless love, / gratitude.

In the end the poet reminds us everywhere we go, our parent lives inside us. In "Not Every Much Inside," she says, We carry flash cards of one another's lives. A friend and colleague died this week and I am reminded I will always carry of few of his flashcard with me -- memories of interactions he and I had together. Isn't that an awesome thought?

As her grief starts to abate, the poet sees her parents in her grandson ("An Inch of a Word") and realizes -- He's the echo chamber, / the deep well into which / we pitched all our wishes / since we were born.

The continuation of life into the future. A life filled with grace notes.*

My rating: 5 stars

*Grace notes are a musical note printed in smaller size to show that it is not essential to the music, but is used just for a beautiful effect.

-Anne

TTT: Favorite Poetry Books I've Reviewed In the Past Two Years

Top Ten Tuesday: Favorite Poetry Books I Reviewed In the Past Two Years (Off-topic)

It is National Poetry Month and I always try to read a few poetry months in April. The list is made up of only books I reviewed. I am not a consistent reviewer of these books so this list might miss a few other favorite poetry books during the same time period.

Unshuttered: Poems by Patricia Smith, published Feb. 2023

Over twenty years ago poet Patricia Smith happened upon a nineteenth-century photo of a Black person in a flea market -- a dim, water-streaked image of a slyly smiling woman wearing a large hat. Smith felt distressed by the woman's silence, by the fact that her story was untold and unknown. After collecting 200 more of these cabinet cards or daguerreotypes, Smith decided she needed to give the unnamed people on the cards a story and a voice. Unshuttered is a collection of 43 poems, alongside the particular photographs that match, which tell a story and give words to those who otherwise would be unremembered. 

Obit: Poems by Victoria Chang, published April 2020 

After her mother died, poet Victoria Chang refused to write elegies. Rather, she distilled her grief during a feverish two weeks by writing scores of poetic obituaries for all she lost in the world. In Obit, Chang writes of “the way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.” These poems reinvent the form of newspaper obituary to both name what has died (“civility,” “language,” “the future,” “Mother’s blue dress”) and the cultural impact of death on the living. 

From From: Poems by Monica Youn, published March 2023

Youn is the child of Korean immigrants. She grew up in Texas but now lives in New York as a racial minority. The result is "a volume of poems that is deeply heartfelt yet bracingly suspicious, exploratory and accomplished" (Poetry School).  The title sets the stage to answer the irritating question: "Where are you from?" 

 

from unincorporated territory [amot] by Craig Santos Perez, published April 2023, winner of the National Book Award for Poetry in 2023.

If you want to read poetry which also makes you think and feel something new, this collection is for you. If you want to learn about Guam and its struggles, this collection is for you. If you like Spam or making fun of Spam, this collection is for you. This small little gem is my favorite of the set because of how much it moved me.

Dark Testament: Blackout Poems by Crystal Simone Smith, published January 2023 

This YA book full of blackout or erasure poems, is a masterful memorial for Blacks who were killed because of their skin color. Most poems were powerful and thought-provoking. I recommend it as a good reading choice this April, poetry month.

The Kissing of Kissing by Hannah Emerson, published March 2022

I pretty much had my mind blown by The Kissing of Kissing. I didn't read the back of the book, the author bio, or the information about multiverse language until I read the first three poems and I thought something is going on here. What a treat to be welcomed into the brain and the thought-patterns of a non-speaking autistic poet. I set aside what I have in terms of preconceived notions about language and just enjoyed the process. 

How to Be Perfect: Poems by Ron Padgett, published in 2007

How to Be Perfect: Poems by Ron Padgett is a poetry collection for everyone. It is for people who really, really don't think they like poetry and for those who really, really do. It would appeal to those who don't understand most poems and for those who seem to get them all. It could tickle the funny bone of most readers yet cause others to stop and think, nodding approval. In other words, this is the poetry book for you.

What Kind of Woman: Poems by Kate Baer, published November 2020

This is Kate Baer's first book of poetry published in 2020. It is, as the title implies, almost exclusively dedicated to the experiences of girls, women, wives, and mothers. "Through poems that are as unforgettably beautiful as they are accessible, Kate proves herself to be an exemplary voice in modern poetry. Her words make women feel seen in their own bodies, in their own marriages, and in their own lives" (Book jacket).

Nearer My Freedom: The Interesting Life of Olaudah Equiano By Himself by Monica Ediger and Lesley Younge, published March 2023

Olaudah Equiano was born in an Igbo village in what is now southern Nigeria in 1745, captured and enslaved as a child and shipped to the Caribbean where he was sold to a Royal Navy officer. He was sold twice more before he was able to buy his own freedom in 1766. In the 1789 he wrote an autobiography about his life and experiences, The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano. It was quite popular with the abolitionists in Britain and actually may have helped lead to the Slave Trade Act of 1807. Using this narrative as a primary source text, authors Monica Edinger and Lesley Younge share Equiano's life story in "found verse," supplemented with annotations to give YA readers historical context.

Grace Notes: Poems about Families by Naomi Shihab Nye, published May 2024 

Here is what the publisher says about this Middle Grade gem: "In one hundred and seventeen deeply personal poems, beloved poet Naomi Shihab Nye invites readers into the family, community, and a world of connections and complicated rhythms, and asks us to pause and think about those who love us. And those we love."

-Anne

Sunday Salon -- a day of action

Don and I at the "Hands Off" Rally in Olympia yesterday

Weather: Yesterday was glorious -- temperatures in the low 70s, sunny and clear. We could see the Olympic Mountain range with its peaks covered in snow, which is a rarity because this range is usually covered by clouds. Today it is raining and the temperatures are not supposed to get out of the 50s. Big change.

A view from the state capitol in Olympia, Washington of Capitol Lake and the Olympic Mountain range in the background

A Day of Action: Yesterday Don and I drove to Olympia to join over 10,000 people for a 'Hands Off' rally at the capitol in protest against the Trump Administration's actions. The speeches weren't as inspiring as I'd hoped but the signs were. It felt good to finally be doing something. I understand there were over 1400 such rallies around the country. Did you attend one? I think the largest in our state was in Seattle. But I am enjoying looking at photos from Washington, DC, Chicago, Boston, New York City which had really huge rallies. share your photos!

Resist Fascism: Our Lives Begin to End the Day We Become Silent About Things that Matter

A Moral Moment

My sister, Kathy, at 'Hands Off' event in Eugene:

2000+ verses in the Bible -- The Bible contains over 2,000 verses that address poverty, justice, and the need to care for the poor and marginalized, emphasizing compassion, fairness, and a collective responsibility to help those in need: So many of Trump's actions take resources away from poor people -- getting rid of Medicaid, Headstart, Title 1 funding for schools, vaccines and medicines for impoverished areas of the world (USAID), etc. -- Christians must take care of those who are in need and we can draw closer to God and his kingdom if we do so. It breaks my heart to think that some "Christians" are advising Trump to cut off aid to the poor. It reminds me of the Mahatma Gandhi quote: “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”  I'm thinking that is how this sign-waver feels too:

"Jesus, save us from your followers." Ouch.

Poetry to the rescue: This has been another hard week with so much terrible stuff brewing in our government. Thank goodness for poetry.

When the country fell apart,

I fell into poetry,

which cost nothing

but care.

And there,

in the empty pocket of the day,

found so many ways, again and again,

to think, to live, to be.

                  (excerpt from "We Never Knew" by Naomi Shihab Nye)

Unique sermon: The guest pastor painted this tree while she talked about the story of Zacchaeus climbing a tree to see Jesus and how that action brought him into a relationship with God. Very unique and visual. I think I will remember this sermon longer than usual.

Rev. Dr. Elizabeth Archer-Klein, painting of the Sycamore-fig tree Zacchaeus may have climbed to see Jesus. (Luke 19:1-10). View from the ground looking up.

Another parable about a fig tree, a portion of a poem by a friend, was inspired by Luke 13:6-9:

Like the fig tree in Luke,

Unproductive and using up the soil,

Don't we all need,

At times,

The loving care of the grace-filled and Merciful gardener?

                    (excerpt from "Living Like Luke's Fig Tree" by Marianne H. Bastin)

Delightful trees (catch the theme?) Blossom time of year: 

Books completed this week:

Memoirs and poetry

Currently reading:

Audiobooks and poetry

Blog posts from past week:

• Review: The Brothers Karamazov
• Review: Three Wild Dogs (and the truth): a memoir

Tomorrow we're off on a troll hunt.

-Anne

Review: THREE WILD DOGS (AND THE TRUTH) -- [+Friday56 LinkUp]

Title: Three Wild Dogs (and the truth): a memoir by Markus Zusak

Book Beginning quote: from the Prologue -- The Wilderness Within

There's nothing like having a punch-up with your dog on a crowded city street: 

--The intersection is vast. 

--The oncoming judgment, electric.

Friday56 quote: from the chapter:  The Dog Who Knocked Me Out

There's no nonhumiliating way to put this: 

--In January of 2011, Reuben knocked me out in the park. 

--He busted my knee. I was knocked out cold.

Summary: 

What happens when the Zusak family opens their home to three big, wild, street-hardened dogs -- Reuben, more wolf than hound; Archer, blond, beautiful, destructive; and the rancorously smiling Frosty who walks like a rolling thunderstorm? The answer can only be chaos. Three Wild Dogs (and the truth) is a tender, motley, and exquisitely written memoir about the human need for both connection and disorder, a love letter to the animals who bring hilarity and beauty straight to our doors and into our lives, and change us forever (Publisher).

Review: Back in 2006/07 I read two books I absolutely adored by the same author: I Am the Messenger and The Book Thief. The author of those two books is Markus Zusak. I, and the rest of the literary world, were so enthralled by The Book Thief, in particular, we wanted more books from the author and we waited with baited breath to see what he would give us next. Well, as it turns out, Zusak was stuck with some terrible case of writer's block working on his book Bridge of Clay, which wasn't published until 2017, and he was raising a family AND three wild dogs. No wonder he didn't just churn our another international sensation each year after publishing his magnum opus. He was busy wrangling dogs. This book is that story.

As a dog lover who likes small to medium dogs and is a tiny bit afraid of big dogs, I admire a family who is willing to take on the big, wild dogs who need to be adopted, because I am not willing to do it myself. Zusak, who is obviously a fantastic writer, is also very, very funny. I am not sure when I have laughed so much over a book, especially a nonfiction one. He regales the readers with the antics of the dogs and often mortifying things the dogs did on their way to being trained, or at least better than trained than they were. The funniest bits involve Zusak imagining what the dogs/cats are saying inside their heads. And, boy, those pets have potty mouths!

In the midst of all the hilarity and anxious moments there were the precious ones, too. For example, not long after Reuben, the first wild dog, joined the family the Zusaks had their first child, a girl. The chapter title says it all -- "The dog who loved a girl." As the daughter, nicknamed Kitty, grew older and joined her parents on walks with Reuben, the dog would slow his pace and not pull at all if he knew Kitty held his leash. Kitty would host tea parties and invite Reuben to join her. He was devoted to his girl. After the Zusaks had another child, a boy named Noah, they also adopted another street dog, Archer. Archer was a gentleman and a terror. And he was always getting into trouble doing Reuben's bidding. He was like the the kid in school who didn't instigate the trouble but always got caught doing it. The dogs loved each other but also would fight each other or work in concert together to cause trouble, sometimes horrifyingly so.

Just when things finally come together and Zusak's book The Bridge of Clay is published and he goes out on book tours around the world, Reuben gets sick. Therefore his wife had to handle the bulk of the medical issues alone. I've lived through sick pets and there is nothing more agonizing for a pet owner since the pet cannot tell you how they are feeling and it is hard to know when it is time to let them go. The Zusaks agonized about their decision over Reuben. I shed big tears at this point. I've been in their shoes. Most pet owners have. After Reuben is gone Archer is a new man, but soon he, too, gets sick and goes downhill fast. After Archer is gone the family is only dogless for a few months before they adopt Frosty, who is maybe the wildest of them all. (The opening quote is about Zusak's experience trying to train Frosty.)

I love this book. It is funny and poignant. It is real and relatable. I think other animal lovers will enjoy it, too.

My rating: 4.75 stars

Even though my book group hasn't picked Three Wild Dogs for an upcoming meeting I do think it would be a great discussion book. May I suggest a few questions which should get a good discussion going:

Discussion questions:

1. What did you like best/least about the book?
2. Take turns sharing one funny/poignant pet story from your family. (If you have never had a pet, highlight one from this book or another animal situation in a book you found funny or poignant.)
3. Explain what (and the truth) means in context to the story about "wild" dogs.
4. What did you think of Zusak's writing style? All the bulleted lists? The asides?
5. Three Wild Dogs is Zusak's first nonfiction book. Name other novelists who have published other types of books that you read and liked. (Examples -- Children's books, poetry, nonfiction, memoir, graphic novels, essays, etc.) I'll get you started with a few ideas
1. John Green - a famous YA novelist (The Fault in Our Stars) wrote a book of essays (The Anthropocene Reviewed) and a new nonfiction (Everything is Tuberculosis)
2. Margaret Atwood - a Canadian novelist (A Handmaid's Tale) published a book of poetry (Dearly)
3. George Saunders - a novelist and short story writer (Lincoln in the Bardo) published a fabulous nonfiction book which could be a writer's manual (A Swim in the Pond in the Rain)
6. Which situation upset you the most? The mauling of the possum; The death of Bijoux; The episode with the piano teacher?
7. Do you agree with Camilla, a friend of the Zusak family? She said, "A pet dying is almost more devastating [than the death of a friend], because humans come and go -- they have more connections, they're out more in the world, out in their lives. But a pet is totally ours. They stay. Only we know them best. Only we really understood them. Only we can forgive them" (186).
8. React to what Zusak said, "If it's true that our lives flash before our eyes at the moment we die, I'm sure my dogs will be in the light." (219)

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Classic Review: THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

This is the edition I recommend

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky is one of those huge Russian tomes that ends up on almost all literary experts' lists of best books ever written. Yet I imagine few people readily pick it up and read it for their own enjoyment because the book itself is so intimidating -- it is long (the version I read is 845 pages); it is dense (long paragraphs, some are over three pages) with little white-space on each page; and it is so Russian where each character has three or four names they are called throughout the story and with very complex plotting. Despite all that The Brothers Karamazov is both a joyful book and a funny one in many ways. 

Richard Pevear, one of the translators for the bicentennial edition of Brothers, explains in his introduction that earlier translations of the text to English "revised, 'corrected,' or smoothed over Dostoevsky's idiosyncratic prose, removing much of the humor and the distinctive voicing of the novel." Based on Pevear's observation, I recommend this translation as it most closely aligns with the author's intentions. Plus more joy and lots of humor is good.

I knew little about the plot before diving into the book. A murder and a trial, I knew. Brilliant person that I am, I surmised there were brothers. What I didn't know was how each brother represents a different type of man, especially spiritually. Dmitri, the oldest brother, stands at the center, as Pevear says, "in the dark." He is a sensual man, impulsive, and dramatic. He has two half-brothers. Ivan, the next oldest, is very angry and an atheist-intellectual. Alyosha (Alexi), the youngest, is a novice monk, very kind, and spiritual. Their father, Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, is selfish, wicked, and sentimental. He passes onto his sons a certain force, an earthiness. Later in the novel, the trial attorneys refer to this force as Karamazovian. 

I was delighted to meet these characters in the first half of the novel, especially Alyosha. As a novice monk he was under the spiritual care of Elder Zosima who many viewed as a saint. The Elder's kindness and non-judgmental attitude drew people to him. Because he held Alyosha in high esteem we knew this brother, of the three, would be okay in the end. For several chapters in one the early books -- twelve "books" comprise the whole novel -- the Elder imparts his spiritual wisdom to those attending him before his death. His wisdom was as impactful on this 21st century girl (me) as it was for the intended 19th century reading audience. At this point in my reading I commented to my husband that I had no idea how spiritual this book is. 

Alyosha walks out of the Karamazov tragedy free, alive and sane, because he has acquired this double vision. Alyosha enters the fray, extends an ear, an eye, and a hand to his brothers in trouble. He never gives up his fundamental trust that every person is human, and therefore motivated by thirst for “pravda” [truth]. Dostoevsky leaves us with a remarkable gift: that fantastic realism which helps us see, in daily life and below its surface, the man/God struggle in process – a powerful insight of hope (Langan).

Dostoevsky came to his own spiritual awakening after being exiled to Siberia and hard labor for his part in some intellectual activity involving banned books. When he returned from Siberia his writing took on a more spiritual tone. All of his works address the human condition in troubled political, social, and spiritual times. In The Brothers Karamazov Dostoevsky shines a light on the troubles ahead for Russia, almost like a psychic foretelling of the revolution to come.

The second half of The Brothers Karamazov is a murder mystery and the trial of the eldest son, Dmitri. Once again I turned to my husband to suggest that all trial lawyers should read this book so they know how to make impactful closing statements. My husband, a retired lawyer, laughed and said several of his professors in law school suggested the same thing, encouraging their students to read the book. After listening to the 50+ pages of summation by the trial's prosecutor I thought it was a slam dunk that Dmitri would be found guilty. Then the defense lawyer stood up and made the best case ever why the brother should be acquitted. Who would think such long-winded "summations" would be so riveting?

I listened to the audio version of Brothers, all 42 hours! (Well, truthfully it was 33 hours since I reduced listening time by bumping up the speed to 1.25x.) The voice actor, Ben Miles, did an incredible job with the distinct voices of all the characters. Apparently Dostoevsky worked really hard to create distinct voices. In the 1930s his notebooks were published which showed how he gathered phrases, mannerisms, and verbal tics from which his various characters would emerge. I probably was less aware of the effort required to create unique verbal nuances for each character than a person reading the text would be because Ben Miles adroitly made each voice unique with his delivery. As a British actor he certainly did his homework to learn how to pronounce the Russian, German, and Polish words in the text.

The experience of listening to the spoken words enhanced my enjoyment of Brothers because this is essentially a novel about words -- from the Word of God to the banal language of drunkards, and everything in between.

In its composition [The Brothers Karamazov] seems to have swallowed a small library: it is full of quotations, imitations, allusions. Its characters are not only speakers; most of them are writers: they write letters, articles, pamphlets, tracts, memoirs, suicide notes. They perform, make speeches, tell jokes; they preach and confess. Words addressed, received, remembered, forgotten, carry an enormous weight in the novel and have an incalculable effect (Pevear, xx).

The narrator of The Brothers Karamazov is never identified but enters and fades from the story throughout, sometimes leaving the narration to come from the omnipotent 3rd person point-of-view and at other times showing up though inserted phrases such as, "Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." and "I'll leave that speech for later." Jane Austen is an author who used a similar narrative style, but I always got the sense she is the narrator. I didn't get that impression here. Dostoevsky doesn't make himself the narrator, just someone else relaying the troubled story of the three brothers. I am left with the feeling he wanted to tell much more of the story, but for the sake of brevity (snark) left some things out.

Italo Calvino defined a classic as a book which never finishes what it has to say. Forevermore the classic of classics to me will be The Brothers Karamazov. I have a sneaking suspicion if I were to reread the book tomorrow it would have something new to say to me even after such a short break between readings. "The Brothers Karamazov tackles at all levels – psychological, sociological, political and religious – some of the anguished questions of the contemporary world, ours, as well as his" (Langan). These are issues we will likely never stop grappling with. It is a classic among classics!

For the past five years I have selected to read one special book during the year. I call it my 'One Big Book Challenge.' The Brothers Karamazov was my one big book of 2025 and I couldn't be more pleased with myself to have conquered it. Several years ago I read an article by a man who had all but abandoned reading because he found today's social media so short, quick and instantly rewarding. In the article he reflected on the negative impact this had and then outlined how he got himself back to reading big books. In the article, which I cannot find, he also reflected on the what happens to our psyches when we do complete a big book, a book that took us some effort and time to complete. The perseverance required has an impact on many other aspects of our lives, leading among them the knowledge within ourselves that we CAN do hard things. After finishing The Brothers Karamazov I stumbled upon this list of 29 books we should read before we die [Brothers was on the list, of course.] Many, if not all, of the books would fall into the category of being big, hard books to read. As I looked over the list I felt my determination rising to finish the 11 remaining that I haven't read yet. Heck, I can read hard books and I can do lots of hard things in my life. Moby-Dick, Anna Karenina, Crime and Punishment, A Tale of Two Cities, which of you is next?

-Anne