The Read Down Continues: Alice Hoffman

Okay all my lovelies!!

Like sooo 2021. Not even past the free trial and I’m almost ready to return it. Ugh. I mean, not that my spidey sense hasn’t been twinkling for months that things had the potential to go wildly off track, but I’m one of those people who isn’t used to bad things happening. I’m just not. I’m privileged. Unprecedented times.

I wish for healing and love for 2021 and us all to get back to working on the best possible version of themselves. This includes me who has to make an author platform this year and when it is finished I would love any of my followers to check it out when it’s ready. Already a plug. I already feel shameless.

So, okay. Read down continues. I spent the end of last year in a blur of Alice Hoffman books. I collected a lot of her early pre magical realism, the stuff before the spinoffs of Practical Magic that are so popular right now.

I want to start off this series of posts by stating that no matter how I felt about any particular book of hers, I deeply respect her work. She’s talented and she’s amazing with the way she has built a career as an author. I like seeing how she changes and experiments as her writing career goes on. She’s part of our fabric as a culture. She’s amazing no matter what.

Also these are in no particular order. It’s the order in which I felt like reading them.

Fortune’s Daughter, Alice Hoffman

An unlikely friendship forms between Rae, a deserted, pregnant girlfriend and a fortune teller, Lila, struggling with the old trauma of being forced to give up a baby for adoption in Southern California during the game changing earthquake season.  

Somehow this story was just what I needed, even though I was taking a break from the heaviness of another novel and this had its own heaviness, just different. Readers on Goodreads complain that this one is not as dazzling and magical as some of her more recent stuff, but it still has magic to it.  More subtle magic, times where you aren’t sure what’s based in reality.  Rae and Lila were both terribly emotionally deserted by their families of origin and are only trying to make it in a world where a woman could only just recently have a credit card in her own name. Lila is ambivalent at best about her psychic abilities and more interested in healing the heartache of her past that she can only barely seem to put words to. The reading pulls them together but only because it’s the only person since Rae left home that she’s tried to connect to, not because Lila reads tea leaves.  And Rae grows up when she becomes pregnant and her selfish boyfriend chases the next big break instead of staying home to make a family for her.  She realizes who she is and that she likes that person and her freedom once she gets a taste of it. Maybe it doesn’t have the razzle dazzle of her later stuff but her writing is so beautiful and true that I don’t need to be astounded to keep coming back to her books.  

Also the cover of my kindle edition of this book is way better. I don’t like these random covers that are similar across all her early stuff with like stock images. Mine has a teacup on it. So much more fitting.

I do agree with other reviewers that it was hard for it to end as abruptly as it did, and I won’t say at what point.  I don’t know how she got away with ending it right at a new beginning, but maybe if she went into the new beginning there would not have been a better place to end it.

The Probable Future, Alice Hoffman

Each woman in the Sparrow family is gifted with a psychic ability on her thirteenth birthday.  As one would expect, they are gifts accompanied by burdens.  The most recent Sparrow girl, Stella, can see how people will die, and when she presses her father to tell the police about a murder she has seen, he spins into suspicion for murder that changes everything for the Sparrow women, bringing back together a family that has been distanced from one another way too long.  And bringing a true love together that was long overdue.

All right, so that plot summary is super reductive.  As with any Hoffman novel, the setting of a small New England town with its history of witch persecution is a character in and of itself, as well as ill fated relationships with males and ice cold relations between mothers and daughters.  A family gift/curse that has molded each woman in her own way. The origin story of a girl who comes out of the trees and becomes the object of suspicion because for a woman she is entirely too powerful.  And some nice magical realism in there, as any reader of mine knows I love a subtle but present magic.  So many people and stories and layers.

I had more frustrations with the plot of this one than I did for Fortune’s Daughter.  I wasn’t sure how Stella really ended up estranged from her mother when her mother Jenny gave her all the attention that Jenny didn’t get from her mother, Elinor.  I understand how Jenny ended up taking off with her classic ne’er do well charmed boyfriend, but I don’t understand why Stella, with all the attention in the world from Jenny, ended up with the same angry coldness and the same attraction to negative guys as her mother did.  I’m less sympathetic to her resentful nature, even though at thirteen, it’s more acceptable than if she was older. She acts like a spoiled brat with how she treats her mother. I don’t understand Stella’s ability to relate to her friend Juliet, who has been truly abandoned and neglected, as fun as Juliet is. And Stella’s father Will is truly awful and gets off lightly with every crappy self centered thing he does.  He puts his family in danger and ends up smelling like roses with some inexplicable turnaround.  Like, he gets with another woman who he doesn’t deserve and is just like oh I’m going to quit drinking now because this one woman who doesn’t really know me believes in me.  After I’ve spent my whole life exploiting people and not dealing with my demons.  I can’t.  Maybe I’ve known too many men like that.

Characterization aside, this novel has all the artful writing, beauty and complexity that always draw me back to her novels.

So at least the next two Sundays will be Alice Hoffman books, maybe a third Sunday. I’m glad I did read up some books to have time to be building my author empire for releasing my book this year. So much research involved. Every self pub author I follow has done so much work. But it’s always work, whether it’s researching agents and then begging for consideration from them or publishers or if it’s just setting it all up myself or coming up with the money for someone else to do it. Sometimes I just want to leave the damn thing on my google drive and let that be that.

Stay tuned for more Alice Hoffman goodness this month.

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Review: The Starless Sea

I admit it’s difficult to focus on posting today, as much as I want to share my thoughts about The Starless Sea. I have been trying to be more conscious of my screen time and that’s all been blown to bits this week with election coverage and stress about the outcomes of either side claiming victory. Debunking conspiracies, keeping hope, still being a therapist and a mom, making progress on my reading and other personal projects.

I let my kid have a friend over today to have a break from all the stress talk going on between his parents.

Somehow I have ended up reading two involved portal books this November, which I didn’t expect, because agents looking for manuscripts have mostly said no portal fiction. But since neither of those books are debut novels, apparently you can write about slipping through magical doors all that you want. Do I sound jealous? Because I so am.

But I digress.

The Starless Sea, Erin Morgenstern

Zachary Ezra Rawlins, and yes, all three names are used copiously, is a graduate student who finds a book in the library about his life. Intrigued and creeped out but also with the distinct sense he is meant for something different, he embarks upon an adventure into a bizarre parallel world and assumes a role in a story he was always meant to assume. Labyrinths, symbolism, folktales that all eventually weave together and characters with unclear motives flank the shores of the starless sea.

November is a good time to read Morgenstern, first of all because she is a NaNo winner with The Night Circus, and because November/late fall, before it really starts to snow, holds a thin veil magic for me. I loved this time as a kid without understanding why and as an adult there’s a certain magic to it. Adulthood needs magic. Needs infinite possibilities. Both of her books now are a perfect foreground to a magical, anything’s possible time of the year. I also love that this is the time of year that Harry Potter movies make their way back to TV. Thanksgiving weekend I usually tune in and hit The Half Blood Prince.

It’s lucky I set the expectation at the beginning of this post that I’m struggling to focus today.

That said, I think this book is for people with certain book tastes. It is a more literary, atmospheric book for someone who just loves stories for the sake of stories. The smaller stories that weave together kept my interest going when at times it flagged a little bit, when Zachary was really in the bowels of this strange world I didn’t yet have a framework for understanding. My brain got impatient at times, but if I read this book at a time where I had more brain bandwidth I may have felt differently. I cannot promise that if you loved The Night Circus that you will love this too. But if atmospheric stories for the sake of stories and maybe some wish fulfillment for those of us who have always wanted to be spirited to another dimension are for you, or maybe for you, it’s worth picking up. And remembering that even when it gets weird, there is resolution in the end that pulls it together.

I had this pipe dream that I was going to have a second intense portal book (because isn’t early November kinda about portals?) ready for you today, and I’m like, 60% through, but this week has been too emotional to plough through like 250 more pages of a book that needs my attention. But Morgenstern easily deserves her own post, as she is my November magic twice over. I look forward to more of her magic.

More books I missed this month before the Christmas reads.

And I’d love for this country to come together again, once I am done with my petty anger. Yes, I must acknowledge my petty anger. I tell my kids to do it all the time.

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