This might be the favorite book of my summer reading season. There's still another month or so of heavy reading ahead of me, but Colum McCann's book is going to be hard to beat. It's more than a novel, it's a multifaceted, multi-voiced tale of New York City during August 1974, where each voice
relates to the others or a certain remarkable event. I can't reveal many details without taking away the astonishment aspect of this story. The wonderment is less in the content than in the magnificent telling. Evidently, the National Book Award judges felt the same way since this book won that award in 2009. It also won the 2011 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award which is also a huge honor.
I met Colum McCann in June, at a writers' conference where he spoke about his writing and research process. I sat enraptured as he spoke of living among the subterranean homeless people who live in New York City subway tunnels. This research was for another book, but when reading Let the Great World Spin, I could imagine him researching its characters as thoroughly. How else could he write convincingly in the voice of a prostitute or a radical priest?
After his talk, as he signed my book, I awkwardly attempted to chat him up, He was polite, but my questions were dumb. I was starstruck. He explained that he wrote something in Irish (we'd say Gaelic) that means...um...oh my gosh, I was so starstruck I forgot. I probably wrote the translation down somewhere. Here is a photo of that treasured autograph:
Colum McCann is from Ireland technically, although he has demonstrated that he is a citizen of the world. One of his central characters in this novel is an Irish guy who comes to the United States to visit his brother. (For this tiny bit only McCann could write from his own experience rather than his virtuosic research.) The brother is a father (a priest) who works in a nursing home but looks after a colony of prostitutes working near his home in the Bronx. That alone would be enough of a story for a typical novel, but McCann adds more fully-realized characters and stories, relates them all to each other and the spectacle of a tightrope walker who walked a wire strung between the two World Trade Center towers in 1974.
Here's something unique: McCann collaborated with musician Joe Hurley to create a song cycle based on the book. "The House that Horse Built (Let the Great World Spin)" is the result. I just now learned of it, and that Patti Smith sings on it. YES I'm going to score a copy!
You still have some summer left. There will be stormy days and super-hot days. My recommendation is to make yourself comfortable with a glass of ice-water, possibly infused with strawberries, and read this book.
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Thursday, August 1, 2019
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Arctic Dreams--Go Get a Sweater
Barry Lopez. Arctic Dreams. Vintage, 2001.
The first book in this new BookoftheMonthClub is the 1986 National Book Award Winner for Nonfiction, and thus a model for nonfiction writers like me. But I think anyone interested in nature writing, a sense of place, or simply excellent, compelling prose would appreciate this particular book. I started it years ago and got distracted. It sat on my Shelf of Shame (books I started and didn't finish) until I read it for my Master of Fine Arts program (a different kind of book of the month club!). It's the kind of book that takes a while to get into, but the tenacious reader will be rewarded with an awareness of a unique environment on our planet. Narwhals live there!
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| Firkin. "Narwhal." 25 Sept 2016. https://openclipart.org/detail/262550/narwhal |
American writer Barry Lopez informs the
reader in the book’s Prologue of three themes that guide Arctic Dreams:
- The influence of the arctic landscape on human imagination
- How a desire to put a landscape to use shapes our evaluation of it
- What does it mean to grow rich?
After reading the book,
I’d agree to the first, but the second two points got lost for me in the
complex texture of the narrative. They were addressed near the end. I was riveted
by his descriptions of the stars of this vulnerable arctic ecosystem, the 607
(!!) species of birds, and the muskoxen, polar bears, and narwhals. I’ll read
anything Barry Lopez decides to write about narwhals and wonder with him what
that single tusk is meant for and what it is like to live in a
three-dimensional acoustical space. As curious as I was about the animals my
interest came alive when Lopez began describing the historic and contemporary
people of the arctic region: Eskimos (his word), explorers, artists, historians, and
writers, and how they have survived (or not) in the brutal, unforgiving
climate. Representatives from different walks of life bring us multiple
perspectives on a place. The arctic has influenced my human imagination and I
haven’t even been there.
“I am not entirely
comfortable on the sea ice butchering walrus like this.” That sentence appears
on page 408, in the Epilogue. It’s one of the most compelling in the book at
face value, but it tells us about Lopez’s journey. He never seems like a neophyte
to the reader, but this sentence reveals that although he’s uneasy with the
walrus butchering, he is comfortable with the eskimos (and they with him) to be
present at the event. He has told us about the eskimos’ relationship with the
land and how hunting is a succinct metaphor for that relationship. In order to
hunt, the hunter goes out on the land and becomes part of the animal world.
During the walrus butchering, Lopez has become part of the eskimo world and the
animal world. Lopez does not treat this experience lightly.
Lopez ponders the theme of
‘a sense of place’ throughout the book. He admits that he loses perspective and
distance while contemplating the various kinds of Ice: icebergs, glaciers, ice
islands, tabular icebergs, nilas, gray ice, pingos, and ice shelves. Imagine
having to ask if that animal is a small one up close or a large one far away!
Lopez read many journals about the same regions, realizing through the process
that gaps in knowledge emerged eventually. Also through his careful study of
the history of exploration in the region, he notes that the earlier explorers
were simply trying to find a Northwest Passage and get through it. Later
explorers planned to ‘overwinter’ and learn what they could about the
environment. He identifies patterns in historical writings of exploration
rather than merely reporting interesting factoids. Considerable thinking about
thinking is going on in this book.
Maps, Lopez says, give
us a false sense of place. The making of maps is traditionally a contemplative
exercise. ‘Imaginary lands’ and ‘fabled landscapes’ are depicted, and sometimes
maps are used as mnemonics—here is where that person lived, here is where I saw
that deceased willet. I was inspired to draw a mnemonic map of a walk I take
often. It’s not easy to get things in the right place on gridded streets, so
imagine the difficulty of mapping a jagged coastline.
Lopez describes how
land and place work their way into the mind of a person. The place humbles the
person and he becomes part of the landscape along with the polar bears and
muskoxen. He’s like the animals, depending on the landscape for survival.
That’s the large sense of place, the Umwelt,
or ‘our place.’ I cannot comprehend the mind-expanding experience of living in
the arctic. The closest I come to that kind of dangerous beauty is watching a
huge blizzard or hurricane and then dealing with the recovery. It is awesome in
the literal sense as well as the vernacular. Nature is boss and will put me in
darkness or light as she sees fit.
On a smaller scale, one
might find an object, a tool or a building, and wonder what ideas were attached
to this artifact when it was created and used. Take this line of thought
further and imagine what thought accompanies industry in the arctic region.
Those not part of the landscape probably think “What else is it good for?” and
“It is too vast to be hurt.” The land must produce somehow or it is a waste of
real estate. We readers of Arctic Dreams
know this is not true. This immense, accident-prone ecosystem supports life
independent from what we know as far as we know. There’s no waste in that.
“I lost for long
moments my sense of time and purpose as a human being.” Lopez says this on page
404 as he contemplates the glacial landscape at Axel Heiberg Island. At times,
this was my experience while reading this book. I lost track of time and place
and achieved a clarity of the reading mind similar to the ‘flow’ in creativity.
The rich tapestry of Lopez’s National-Book-Award-winning prose knocked me out.
I’ve known this phenomenon before, but it is a rare treat to be so transformed
and transfixed.
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