Circling the Sun: A Novel By Paula
McLain
I love Paula McLain’s writing, but her
female characters have no backbone when it comes to men! In her 2014 best
seller, The Paris Wife, McLain writes hypnotically about the halcyon
days of 1920’s Paris and endless cocktails and repartee with the likes of F.
Scott Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein. Then she nearly ruins it all by weaving in
the nauseating and never ending infidelities of a rakish Ernest Hemingway
against his wife, Hadley Richardson, a little mouse who thinks it’s all really
her fault because she’s not worthy.
Now in Circling the Sun,
she takes much of her story from one of the most robust and charismatic female
characters of the twentieth century, Beryl Markham (pictured), and
interspersed with writing so cinematic that you can smell the rain creeping
across the African bush, turns Markham into a woman (Beryl Clutterbuck) whose
taste in men relentlessly veers towards abuse, and the betrayal of other
women. It’s like finding a pubic hair
halfway into the best lemon panna cotta you’ve ever tasted.
OK, now that I’ve got that off my
chest, I recommend you read Circling the Sun because it is about a woman
who (when she’s not chasing after some good-for-nothing) lives life on her own
terms, as a race-horse trainer, farmer and pilot at a time when women didn’t do
these things. I also recommend you read it because the setting (colonial
Africa) is exotic and brilliant, and because the story is riddled with
intoxicating and seductive passages like these;
Before Kenya was Kenya, when it
was millions of years old and yet still somehow new, the name belonged only to
our most magnificent mountain. You could see it from our farm in Njoro, in the
British East African Protectorate -- hard edged at the far end of a stretching
golden plain, its crown glazed with ice that never completely melted.
…the beautiful thrashing we do
when we live.
Have you ever seen stars like
this? You can’t have. They don’t make them like this anywhere in the world.
The Wright Brothers by David McCullough
David McCullough (pictured) does history better than anyone I
know. It’s as if he has a portal into the past like no one else, and a unique
and enviable capacity to meld bits and pieces of history together in compelling
humanistic stories, bringing it all to life as few can. Some of my favorites
include The Great Bridge: The Epic Story of the Building of the Brooklyn
Bridge, The Path Between the Seas: The Creation of the Panama Canal, 1870-1914,
and the topic of this review, The Wright Brothers.
Who knew that a 26 second flight that basically
consisted of a very large kite, could start something that would change the
world forever. But Orville and Wilbur Wright never thought for a minute they
were just flying a kite. They knew they would eventually get on that kite and
ride it like a glider, and later, add the power of a motor.
There are three things about this book I will never
forget. First, neither brother had a college degree. They were not engineers or
aviation experts; they were not even scientists in the strict sense. They built
and sold bicycles. But what set them apart and made them famous was a seemingly
crazy dream, implacable curiosity, and their willingness to research and learn
and to try and fail as many times as it took to succeed. I cannot help but draw
a parallel between the Wrights and Elon Musk, one of
the most tenacious inventors of my generation, who too refuses to listen to
naysayers.
The second thing that stuck with me was the story
of competition between France, England and the United States for the rights to
reproduce the Wright brother’s “flying machines” for military purposes in World
War I. Although the Wright brothers patriotically wanted their airplane to
benefit the American military, the American military, unlike the French and
British, was not that interested. In fact they came very close to selling their
patent to the French government.
And finally, on a sad note, instead of living their
later lives in wealth and comfort as a result of their fabulously valuable
invention, the Wright brothers went to their graves fighting a continuous legal
battle over various patent and claim disputes.
In between these three outstanding moments in the Wright
brother’s history is a very detailed view into the lives they lived, the
arduous experimentations they pursued in their belief in the reality of manned
flight, and a satisfying story about two brothers who worked shoulder to
shoulder to achieve a world-changing dream.
Broken Monsters By Lauren Beukes
Broken Monsters starts off at a good pace and a
titillating storyline. The bodies of a young boy and a deer are discovered in a
tunnel in the growing degradation of Detroit.
What makes this scenario super creepy is the boy and the deer are
stitched together – the front half a boy, the back half a deer – code named
“Bambi”. Detroit police, who thought they’d seen it all, are shaken, not
stirred. But Detective Gabriella Versado charges head first into the case,
determined to find out what is going on before the situation escalates into a
full-on community panic. Meanwhile, her teen daughter and her best friend are
recklessly baiting then exposing pedophiles online.
As if the story needed any further “saucing”
there’s a sort of morality play on the 21st century
dismantling of Detroit, to the point that it’s becomes a disaster tourism
magnet, attracting documentarians, including one particularly annoying reporter
who’s a little to enthusiastic for his own good. Add to that a Detroit underground art scene
just weird enough to hint at the psychosis behind the killings and you’ve got a
pretty unconventional “who dun it” going on.
Unfortunately, some authors can’t seem to see the
line in the sand between psychological thriller and sci-fi, or can’t figure out
how to write a plausible ending to a good psychological thriller, so they just
default into a whacked out creature solution that may appease some, but not
this gal. Sure enough, much to my disappointment, author Beukes (pictured) does exactly
that, undoubtedly thrilling lovers of illogical, amorphous, gooey villains born
out of someone’s vivid imagination. If you can groove on that tripe, I mean
theme, you’ll love this book. Otherwise, just don’t read past page 400.
I Am Pilgrim: A Thriller By Terry Hayes
Years ago, tiring of the formulaic sequels of le Carré, Ludlum
and Clancy, I sort of stopped reading spy thrillers. So when I saw the I Am
Pilgrim recommendation, I was more than a little skeptical. But I wasn’t 20
pages into this book before I stopped and said out loud to no one,
“Who is this guy”?” Meaning, I was already so impressed with the book that I
had to stop reading and go research the author, Terry Hayes (pictured). Originally a
journalist, then a screenwriter, Hayes has an abundance of screenwriting
credits under his belt for the Mad Max series, Dead Calm, Vertical Limit, and
several dozen other movies and TV mini-series’. It was the fact that this was
Hayes first novel that persuaded me to take as chance, and I’m sure glad I
did.
I Am Pilgrim begins when the protagonist of
the story, a retired yet youngish CIA operative, is called to a low-rent hotel
room in Manhattan, one day after 9/11, because the macabre murder scene looks
suspiciously like a scenario of “how to get away with it” described in a book
the operative penned under a pseudonym. The murder scene involves lesbian sex,
drugs, a dead woman whose face and fingerprints are burned off in a bathtub
full of acid, and the number to a phone booth in Turkey written down on a piece
of paper salvaged from the drainpipes. And then it gets complicated.
The case leads to an unlikely jihadist with a
resolve that is both appalling and engrossing, and a race against a ticking
clock to save America from an annihilation that would make 9/11 look like
child’s play.
I Am Pilgrim moves at an amazing pace,
hopping all over the world, chasing deceptively unrelated clues, and a plot
placing the protagonist and antagonist worlds apart, but methodically moving
towards each other as each exciting piece of the mystery unfolds. I can pretty
much guarantee you’ll enjoy I Am Pilgrim.
One of the better
books about autism if you are new to the topic, or want to know much more about
autism than anyone within a hundred-mile radius. 
This is a rollicking fun and well written
history of the 1970-80s horror movies period and the players and the
fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants trajectory that really ended up being hugely
successful, changing the genre forever – exit Frankenstein, enter Freddy Kruger.
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