Room: Emma Donoghue Guest Book Review Savannah Morin


Big thanks to Savannah for contributing this guest review of Emma Donoghue’s Room.

Room haunted me for days after I had finished it. A profoundly disturbing premise, it was mostly affecting because it could be real. The story is told from 5-year-old Jack’s perspective. Jack is living in an 11 by 11 foot room with Ma, the only person he has interaction with. Everything he sees in Room is everything he knows. He is under the impression that Room is everything; there is no outside, there is no world, no nature or other girls and boys. There is just Jack and Ma. The story captures you right from the beginning because it leaps into just how sheltered Jack is about the world, and just how deranged their living situation is. It implores you to wonder how could anybody live like this. Jack’s Ma had been captured and raped and held prisoner in Room, to her a living nightmare. She keeps Jack happy by inventing multiple games and tasks for them to do during the day; math, exercise, crafts and cooking, amongst many other things.

Finally the time comes where Ma cannot stand it any longer; she starts to reveal to Jack that there is a real world out there; an outside, real people and things to do. There is so much to tell, so many rules to break and to explain it to innocent five-year-old Jack is nearly impossible and frustrating. Once she realizes how much she has held back from Jack, the more Ma knows they have to get out of Room.

What was most impressive and interesting about this book was the intricate world that Ma had built for herself and Jack, no details were left out, all horrors were brought to the surface and a real life situation is unveiled. Suspenseful, disturbing and enthralling this story of survival and circumstance is a fascinating read to the very end. I highly recommend this book to sophisticated readers who will enjoy a painfully truthful and entertaining ride that doesn’t hold back.

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Freedom: Jonathan Franzen Book Review

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Jonathan Franzen‘s Freedom at 562 pages is a remarkably fast and compelling read. But don’t let the simplicity of the language fool you. He uses the long sweeping lens of the 19th century novel and non-distracting language to deliver a story that explores a big idea. Freedom. The ideals of freedom are after all what underpin the political structure of the United States where the story unfolds and it is in the name of freedom that so many grave misdeeds are exacted both personally and politically.

Franzen’s instinct for telling a great story starts with what the reader can easily relate to and in this case it’s family. Franzen tells us the story of Patty and Walter Berglund and their two children Joey and Jessica. Patty, a housewife and Walter, a morally upright lawyer (and needless to say Democrat) and passionate conservationist start their life together in an old Victorian house just outside of St. Paul’s. Patty, a former college basketball star is a young beautiful woman who devotes herself enthusiastically to her children and community.

But the dysfunction of each of their respective childhoods ultimately sets them on a collision course of dysfunction within their own family. The catalyst is Joey, the handsome son that Patty overly dotes on. Not only does his precocious sexual promiscuity with the neighbour’s girl Connie leave Patty unhinged, but when he decides to move in with Connie’s mother and boyfriend the entire Berglund family, but especially Patty fall apart. You see, the neighbours are Republicans. The personal shame of having your teenage son reject you is one thing, but that he rejects you and goes on to become a Republican is entirely another. Patty suffers terribly and begins to drink and obsess about Walter’s best friend from college Richard Katz, a man who is Walter’s opposite in most ways.

When the Berglunds leave for Washington where Walter accepts a post with a land conversancy group, Franzen begins to explore the outer politcal structure of what freedom means.

For Walter, the world is fast-tracking to environmental disaster leading him to make some crazy decisions in the name of environmentalism. Patty is free to do however she chooses and instead chooses nothing leaving her miserable. For Joey, freedom is making fast money off dubious contracts from the war in Iraq. For the American government it’s free to protect ‘freedom’ by ruthlessly invading a country for geopolitical reasons unrelated to freedom.

The happiest characters are Lalitha, Walter’s assistant, ultimately Joey and the symbol of birds that are very much a part of the personal and political narrative of this book.

In the end you really have to ask yourself what happiness is. But as a reader from the outside Lalitha certainly seems on balance to be ‘happy’. And who is she? She is someone who has well-intended purpose and acts on it and she has love. And Joey…while Joey gets off to a rough start he is an interesting character because he has strong instincts. As long as he makes decisions in reaction to things outside of himself then he sets himself on a collision course with unhappiness. But when he truly follows his heart the course of his life begins to change.

And birds. There’s the expression “We’re free as birds”. And there’s the eagle as the symbol of American strength and freedom. But are birds really free? Are they free of work, purpose and intention? They can’t be or they wouldn’t survive.

So I look at these three characters and I believe that what Franzen wants the reader to see is that freedom starts with the personal. That freedom starts with purpose, intention, instinct and truth. And that if we act on these it won’t be so easy to get lost in the maze of reaction and thoughtlessness.

If you aren’t inspired to read this book for all the reasons above then you might consider reading it for Franzen’s fine ear for dialogue. This book has some excruciatingly funny moments in it where I was able to laugh out loud, very hard. I think I will put the Corrections on my list for next year. Good read. Thanks Jonathan for getting through your writing block.

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Melt-in-your-mouth Short Bread Cookies: Gluten-free

 

I don’t usually cook with butter because my stomach can’t handle it or at least it can’t handle a lot of it. But who can resist the fabulous taste of fresh butter cookies. Not me. Here goes:

1/2 cup cornstarch
1/2 cup icing sugar
1 cup rice flour
3/4 cup butter

Directions:
Sift cornstarch, sugar and rice flour together. Add butter.
Mix dough with hands until soft dough forms. Refrigerate one hour. Shape dough into 1-inch balls and place about 1-1/4 inches apart on greased cookie sheet; flatten with lightly floured fork. Bake at 300 degrees for 20-25 minutes or until edges are lightly browned.
Variations:
Form balls as above. Roll in finely crushed corn flakes or crushed nuts. Press top of ball with thumb. Add a dab of jelly.
Mix in 2 tablespoons finely chopped peel and/or 2 tablespoons finely chopped nuts. Flatten with lightly floured fork.

I got the original recipe right here.

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Vij’s Black Chickpea Pakora’s – vegetarian, gluten-free and fabulous

I’ve had pakora’s before but I’ve never had fresh pakora’s and wow, are they ever delicious. I got this recipe from Vij’s At Home, Relax Honey cookbook.

The original recipe calls for 1 cup of dried black chickpeas which you soak in 3 cups of water for 6 to 10 hours. Then add 4 more cups of water, bring to a boil in a medium pot and let simmer for 40 to 50 minutes. I couldn’t find black chick peas so I used one can of regular chickpeas. I’m told that freshly cooked is a thousand times better but anyways…these were still fabulous.

My slightly amended version goes like this:

1 can chickpeas strained and rinsed
1 large cooked and peeled Russet potato
1 cup chickpea flour
1 medium onion finely chopped
3 tbsp finely chopped ginger
1 tbsp salt
1 tbsp cayenne pepper
2 tbsp ground coriander
2 tbsp ground cumin
2 cups finely chopped cilantro
1 cup cooking oil for deep frying

Place chickpeas in a blender or food processor and grind to a grainy paste. Add 1 or 2 tbsp of water if the mixture is too dry (and it will be so I ended up adding a bit more than that) and grind to a grainy paste. Set aside.

Mash the potato. Do not add any more liquid to mash the potato. In a large bowl, combine ground chickpeas, mashed potato, chickpea flour, onion, ginger, salt, cayenne, coriander, cumin and cilantro until well mixed.

Scoop 1 Tbsp or more of the chickpea batter into your hands and roll it between your palms to make a thin patty 21/2 to 2 inches wide and 1/2 inch thick. Whatever you you, don’t make these too big which I did with the first few I tried. They tend to fall apart and become unmanageable. Place on a large baking sheet until you have 50 to 60 fritters.

To deep-fry fritters, pre-heat a deep fryer to high. Using a slotted spoon, drop fritters into the deep fryer, making sure not to crowd them. Cook for 1 1/2 minutes or until crispy. Using the slotted spoon remove them to the baking sheet.

To pan-fry heat 4 t 6 tbsp oil in a heavy bottomed pan on high for one minute. Add fritters and cook on one side for 2 minutes, turn and cook on the other side for 2 minutes. Remove them from the pan and place on cookie sheet. Let cool and dig in! I ate these with Cilantro Chutney and a Tomato and Onion chutney. Fabulous. They’re great cold the next day too.

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Blueberry Muffins using Kamut or gluten-free flour

For the longest time  I made these muffins using gluten-free flour mix either Bob’s Redmill or a home blend. But since discovering I can tolerate kamut I’ve been making them using kamut flour. Either way they are delicious. If you’re going the gluten-free route your gluten eating friends will not be able to tell the difference, these muffins are THAT good. The original recipe calls for a streusel topping which I never do but you can find it at this fabulous gluten-free blog right here.

Blueberry Muffins
Makes 12 muffins

2 cups gluten-free flour mix or 2 cups kamut (or wheat flour)
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
¾ teaspoon xanthan gum (I leave this in when using kamut because it contains less gluten than regular baking flour)
¼ teaspoon salt
¼ – ½ teaspoon nutmeg (to taste)
1 ½ cups unsweetened fresh blueberries (I used frozen, undefrosted)
½ cup milk (I used vanilla soy milk but you could also use almond or regular milk)
½ cup canola oil
2 large eggs
½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Position rack in center of oven. Spray muffin pan with cooking spray.
Mix flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, xanthan gum, salt, and nutmeg in large mixing bowl. Add blueberries; stir to coat evenly.
Combine milk and oil in small bowl; remove 1 tablespoon of combined liquid and discard it. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Add liquids to blueberry mixture and stir until just blended.
Fill muffin pans 2/3 full. Bake 18 – 25 minutes until lightly golden. Remove muffins from pan and serve immediately or cool on a rack.

Thanks to http://iamglutenfree.blogspot.com for this great recipe.

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Conversations with my mother: How Grief is Like a Super Nova

Apt. 301 371 Lakeshore Road West

Today is December 1st 2010. Today is also the day that a new person will be moving into Apt.301 371 Lakeshore Road West, my mother’s apartment. It feels weird to think that 40 years of living have drawn to a close in that little apartment. It’s where I grew up and it’s where my mother found her peace. It’s like the mecca of our family. The fulcrum, the centre. It’s where I can lie on the green leather couch that fits me perfectly and relaxes me. It’s where I watch Dancing with the Stars with mom, it’s where we have a glass of wine, where we laugh and have serious life talks and nothing talks. It’s where we irritate each other, where we laugh and where we cry. For all of us that apartment represents something different but for me it’s what I have always called home. Home is where my mother is. It’s where we watched over each other as we grew up and it’s where I watched my mother grow older. You never know when you start a journey where or when it’s going to end. Life offers no end point until you’re living it.

Grief I’ve decided works in weird ways. Each stage you pass through is like a super nova. It creeps up on you. You’ll never call it a stage or recognize it as a stage but suddenly it grabs you like a wall of fire, like a shooting star, like a super nova. It holds you tight and you feel loss like you’ve never felt it before in your life. And shock and more shock and sadness, anger, grief, and the endless shock that runs like a single narrative through these luminescent balls of fire. And then all of a sudden you feel normal and you find yourself laughing spontaneously, your guilt is unchecked until it comes back to remind you that you’ve lost your centre, your mother, your home.

Those moments of normality are so incongruent with the emotional trajectory of grief and loss.First you can”t believe that the world is marching on. Doesn’t everyone know you’ve just lost your mother? And then it becomes less of that and more your own embrace of normality that makes you feel a bit like a traitor. Don’t you know you just lost mom?

The hardest journey is from being able to embrace real life flesh and blood that you can hold and hug to having nothing but a few things and a lifetime of memories. The memory of a home, of all my mom’s special things, her clothes, the way she had this just so. It feels cruel to dispense with these things that meant so much to someone and now mean so much to me. Dismantling a home feels like dismantling a life.  Is this really all that’s left of this home? Just these things? I know that my mom is so much more than just things.

Today is the close of one chapter in the life of Apt 301 and the beginning of another one. Life without Rosie has truly begun. Finding my way home now is no longer getting on an airplane and making my way to Rosie at Apt 301. The crazy explosions of emotion that have engulfed me these last few months are subsiding and when I think of my mom I think of a spark, a star,  a super nova and I’ll find my way back through the lifetime of great memories she has given me. I love you mom.

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Lone Rider Reub -Riverside North Vancouver

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Brief Interviews with Hideous Men: David Foster Wallace Book Review

I’ve been wanting to read David Foster Wallace for a long time and finally read Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. I’m not going to lie. This isn’t an easy read and there were times when I wanted to throw the book across the room. This is no ordinary collection of stories and reviewing David Foster Wallace is intimidating in itself. He has an impressive intellect and a virtuoso command of language. And truthfully, that’s what keeps you going. Just when you think you’ve had enough of his linguistic experimentations or his penchant for pursuing the darkest corners of human nature with mathematical precision, you find yourself picking up the book (from wherever you’ve thrown it) and reading on. Continue reading

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A woman of a certain age needs purple boots and good wine

I’ve decided that I’m going to start embracing nicer things in life.  Maybe it’s part of the overall grieving process but life really is short and it feels good to eat great food, drink good wine and own an outrageous pair of expensive purple boots. I’ve always been a bit of a scrimper and a saver (still am) and I’ve never been averse to partaking in a glass of boxed wine here and there (okay regularly) but I was inspired by the Whole Foods Online Wine Tasting and have decided to expand my wine universe.

For no other reason than the label caught my eye and the description below the wine described it as having a full bodied taste with hints of blackberry and chocolate with a dash of vanilla. $22.95 for Seven Oaks 2008 J. Lohr Paso Robles Cabernet Sauvignon. Now that’s expensive for a cheapskate like me. But as part of my new life credo I bit the bullet and brought it home to enjoy along with  Diane Clement’s macaroni gratin we made last night.

Now there is no question that I’m a wine rookie. So what did my unseasoned taste buds tell me? Ohmigod. It was exactly as described. Will I drink it again? Absolutely. Next will be Valley of the Moon Syrah. Thanks life for treating me so well.

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