The Birthday Lunch by Joan Clark

Hal and Lily McNab have been married thirty-three years and have a creek outside their bedroom window which is a tributary of the Kennebecasis, itself a tributary of the Saint John whose source is in the Appalachians and which empties into the Bay of Fundy. Hal is a virulent man and he and Lily have an active sex life. Lily’s sister Laverne has a small apartment which used to be the servant’s quarters of the house.

“After their mother died, Lily pronounced as she held her sister’s hand: “When we are grown up, Laverne, you and I will live in a little white house by the sea. There will be lupines and wild roses and a white fence.” For years Laverne held on to that dream until Hal entered the picture and the prospect of living in the little white house vanished.”

In later years, however, the two girls combined their inheritance and they and Hal purchased The Old Steadman House which had already been subdivided into apartments. Laverne moved out of her trailer, Hal and Lily took the upper apartment and a family friend, Sophie Power, moved into the lower apartment. The appeal to Laverne was to live close to her sister and have a garden of her own.

Sound ideal? Well, almost. Laverne and Hal have never been “friends”. She had been very specific about what she expected from male companions and had rejected a number of potential partners. She believed Lily deserved better than Hal had to offer and she didn’t hide her opinion. She co-signed the mortgage agreement on the understanding that the expenses for the renovations of the servant’s quarters would be shared.

The characters of Laverne and Lily and Hal are sufficiently developed early in the story for the reader to invest in each of them and to care what happens to each one. The discomfort between Laverne and Hal has a universal quality to it as does Lily’s position as person in-the-middle.

the birthday lunchThe story begins the day before school summer holidays and Laverne takes a day from work to celebrate Lily’s fifty-eighth birthday with her by making her a special lunch of asparagus and Stilton soup and Coquille St. Jacques with a bottle of wine.

As you might anticipate, Hal has also made plans for Lily’s birthday. He has booked lunch at Adair’s and planned a special birthday surprise after that. When Lily explains that Laverne has already asked her for lunch, Hal replies: “Your sister isn’t calling the shots today. After you went to bed, I telephoned her and told her I would be taking you to lunch at Adair’s.” The conversation continues and Hal puts Lily in the middle by asking her whether she wants to have lunch with Laverne or with him. One can imagine the tension and also becomes aware that in several years these three have not worked out a resolution to this relational conundrum. The reader senses trouble ahead.

Hal has to make a furniture delivery the morning of Lily’s birthday and sets off in his Chevrolet Impala to do that. The delivery is in Waterford where many years ago their daughter Claudia “pointed to a tiny house with a grass roof tucked into a hillside. “Frodo lives in that house,” she said, and was immediately corrected by he brother. “A hobbit would never live near a church,” Matthew told her. “Hobbits believe in wizards, not God.” Hal had never heard of hobbits and Lily explained that hobbits were hairy-footed little creatures who were much nicer than people.” Don’t you just love it when authors use allusions to childhood reading to illuminate their characters?

Anyway, Hal’s furniture delivery is complicated by a problem with the Chevy Impala and after checking everything he can, Hal calls his mechanic at Northrup’s Garage and learns it will be a good hour or more before someone can drive out with the tow truck.

Hal told Lily he would pick her up at 12:30 to go to Adair’s for lunch. He had called Laverne AFTER Lily had gone to bed and told Laverne “that she would have to cancel tomorrow’s lunch with Lily. My wife is having lunch with me,” he said  before hanging up the telephone. He felt ashamed and didn’t go to bed until he was sure Lily was asleep.

He tries to call Lily from Waterford but there is no answer and he is well aware that Lily must be downstairs having lunch with Laverne. His anger intensifies knowing that Laverne has defeated him once again and also because he has never once been invited to Laverne’s apartment for a meal although she eats upstairs with them on a regular basis. “Whenever he complains to Lily about the unfairness of the situation, she tells him that Laverne’s apartment is so dreary and strange it would upset him to see it.”

Hal does eventually reach Laverne’s apartment and Lily answers sensing that it must be him. “Laverne hears her say that she understands Hal’s disappointment, that he is not to worry, the delay won’t spoil her day and there is no need to apologize. Apologize? Laverne has never known her brother-in-law to apologize. ” Laverne believes Hal is deliberately keeping Lily on the phone and she hears enough to indicate that Hal is insisting Lily get a taxi to take her to an appointment and not let Laverne drive her there and back. ” Lily is annoyed. Laverne will drive me to the hospital,” she says and hangs up before Hal can get in another word. Pleased that her sister has stood her ground, Laverne savours the moment and when Lily returns to the table, she congratulates her for standing up to Hal.”

So how do you think Lily responds? Can you choose the words she might use given the fact that she is consistently loyal to Hal?

These relational dilemmas are common in many families and sometimes they get worked out and sometimes not. And sometimes we don’t pay sufficient attention because we think we have all the time in the world and then some.

There is an interesting subplot dealing with art and the Dutch Masters, in particular Pieter de Hooch’s work titled Woman and Child in an Interior which Laverne saw in the Rijkmuseum and was captivated by to the extent that she incorporated a version of it in her apartment when it was newly renovated. The insides of the front and back covers of the book are reproductions of this work and add an interesting dimension to the character of Lily’s sister Laverne.

Have you read any of Joan Clark’s novels? The Victory of Geraldine Gull? Latitudes of Melt? An Audience of Chairs?  She has written many others including two collections of short stories and several novels for young adults.

She was inducted into the Order of Canada in 2010 and received the Marian Engel Award for her body of work in 1991. She lives in Newfoundland and was raised in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick.

I have read the three titles listed above and recommend all of them. I will read Eriksdottir next.


Daydreams of Angels by Heather O’Neill

Daydreams of AngelsThis is the most entertaining collection of short stories that I can recall reading: I am not someone who gravitates towards short story collections but once I started this one I actually wanted to continue and that is very unusual. In fact, I don’t think it has ever happened to me.

In The Gypsy and the Bear when a child is telling a story to his toy soldiers about a Gypsy and a bear “who equally knew nothing about country life” and forgot to put any money in the Gypsy’s pockets so that “from the get-go” he and the bear were forced “to earn their own keep.” O’Neill seems to turn the traditional worlds of story-telling on their heads in subtle ways that sneak up on the reader and produce similarly subtle chuckles which sometimes break out into loud guffaws. For example, when they ended up renting a room on the top floor of a brothel and the Gypsy suggests he will go into town to find a schoolgirl, “the bear told the Gypsy that if he tried to leave the brothel, he would find him and he would kill him.” Not your traditional Gypsy-bear story.

In The Gospel According to Mary M, the narrator explains that she and Jesus were in Grade Six when they first met and she was the “only girl in class who had a pair of high heels, and for my birthday my mother bought me a ton of black bracelets with studs on them. Other people’s parents said I looked like a whore, and they didn’t want my whore cooties or something.”

But these stories are not just entertaining: quite frequently there are insightful observations which will make your head snap back so that you can reread what you just read. In Swan Lake for Beginners  scientists are engaged in the Nureyev Experiment to create a “bunch of Nureyevs” in order to “open shows every night in every major city in the world.” By 1961, the first lot of twelve Nureyevs were cloned. Most of them had very little interest in dance. Success continued to vary with more clones. The one thing that all the clones had in common “was the desire to defect from a place that suffocated them and impeded their civil liberties”.  Similarly, in a letter from Pooh Bear to Piglet (nicknames used by two of the protagonists in the story, The Holy Dove Parade, this observation about childhood is presented by another protagonist:  “it was generally the state of childhood – to find yourself in a home that you didn’t like and to be subjected to the random laws of ignoramuses. Parents go through their children’s psyches looking for contraband ideas that way that guards toss apart prisoners’ cells looking for items that they might have smuggled in. All children were being raised in prisons of one sort or another, according to Edward.”

“Dolls” is one of my favourite stories. It is about dolls at a rummage sale who start chatting the minute they are put together on one of the tables.  “The dolls all knew how it went. You were taken home and told you were special. You were defined by being loved. Love exposed you to lonliness. Love gave you a personality but damaged you, too.” One of the dolls, Mary, had lost her red jacket and trousers. “The worst thing is to be a naked doll. She was terrified that she would be mistaken for garbage.” It is very hard to miss the implications here.

In Where Babies Come From, a grandmother tells her grandson and granddaughter that back when she was a girl,” babies were washed up from the ocean when the tide went out. You would see their little bottoms peeking up from out of the sand, and if you dug them up quickly, they would be yours to keep.” The grandmother uses the story to explain to the children why their mother is special: she was a night baby. Night babies were found after swimming in the night ocean and they had extra hours of dreaming and she tells the children that is why their mother “weeps when she hears music she likes on the radio, and why she waters flowers in the middle of the night and is always doodling stars on the margins of her paper” and why, of course, she is a poet.  A lovely twist to the story.

The Man Without a Heart is another of my favourites: it’s about Andrea and Lionel and Michal. Lionel is an addict, Michal has an e missing from his name and Andrea is a single mother working ten hours a day in a grocery store.

The title story is a mix of ten thousand angels in Normandy and one cherub in Montreal, sex and soldiers and landing craft, fathers and daughters, dread, prayer and peace: Daydreams of Angels indeed.

This is followed by The Isles of Dr. Moreau based on tales a grandfather once told his grandchildren.  Robotic monkeys listen to and comfort weeping orphan boys and the genetic makeup of humans is combined with that of hippopotami, gorillas and parrots. One of the highlights is Grandfather’s liaison with a swan-girl. He is quick to point out to his grandchildren that they are obviously part-monkey which is demonstrated in their habit of running about the house all day like “lunatics”.

The Story of Little O (A Portrait of the Marquis de Sade as a Young Girl) is the tenth story in this collection of twenty. Once again it includes a grandfather, Joe, whom Little O was dependent upon until she was 10 when he became more dependent upon her. It seems she had been abandoned by her parents and her grandfather was on welfare. When she was eleven she “noticed that boys noticed her” and she began to feel “a magical sort of lonely feeling” when she realized some boys were in love with her. This story reminded me at times of The Girl Who Was Saturday Night.Girl Who Was Saturday Night - Copy

The tone of the stories seems to change with the title story: they remain creative and fast-paced but there are subtleties that sneak up on the reader and sometimes seem to gloss over some slightly darker tones and sometimes are laced more heavily with sadness. Or is it just reality?

The last half of the book is equally enjoyable and quirky. I think my favourite might be The Dreamlife of Toasters which takes place in 2089 and arises from “unprecedented advances in the field of bioengineering” and the invention and introduction of androids into the general population. Have you seen the robotic lawn mowers in your neighbourhood yet?

You might just want to add this title to your TBR list:  it’s on the 2015 Giller long list and it’s fun!


These Good Hands by Carol Bruneau

There are two particular sets of hands in this story in addition to the hands referred to in the epigraph:

Only in our doing can we grasp you.
Only with our hands can we illumine you.
The mind is but a visitor:
It thinks us out of our world.              
Rainer Maria Rilke

The sets of hands belong to Camille Claudel, a French sculptor and to a nurse, These Good HandsSolange Poitier who, as the story begins, is travelling to Montdevergues Asylum near Avignon on a September day in 1943.  Solange will become the chief caregiver for Camille who was committed to the asylum by her brother with her mother’s consent in 1913. “Hands” could also refer to or represent the many letters written by Camille from the asylum in an attempt to reestablish some form of contact with the outside world and/or to get someone to rescue her. She wrote many letters to her younger self as well: the only person she believed would listen to her or hear her or, perhaps, could share what she had been through.

Camille’s hands would also represent the work she had done in her earlier years: she was known to be good at hands and feet and it was believed she may have sculpted the hands and feet of the men represented in one of Rodin’s most famous works, The Burghers of Calais completed in 1889. It is said that the hands she has sculpted seem to be reaching out at times and trying to grasp something and that they appear to be reaching for a connection. Her hands it would seem have brought a living quality to the bodies she sculpts and gives a sense of an emotional life to the subjects according to some who have studied her work.

Claudel was born in 1864 in France: her father was a civil servant and her mother a housewife. She had a brother Paul and a sister Louise. Her relationship with her mother was tumultuous it would seem since she was headstrong and rebellious. She writes in her later years about how her mother “remained steadfast…in refusing to let me sculpt her.” When she did do a portrait in pastels of her mother, the latter found fault with it saying she looked too stern and her eyes were too far apart.  :”For a time Maman’s portrait hung above the vanity in her bedroom. “So this is how I look to you, my girl?” she said one night as she was brushing her hair, its darkness barely threaded with grey. “And I thought a daughter loved her mother.” Always, it seems, there was tension between them and Maman did not approve of a woman doing what Camille wanted to do and insisted upon doing regardless. She recalls how when she was very young she had “delved with both hands into muck and murk, shaping faces out of mud, to Maman’s great disgust. All I had thought of was the chance, ooh-la-la, to study with a great artist, even persuading Papa to move our family – Maman, our brother, sister, and me – to Paris.”

When, at eighteen, she and her friend first go to the atelier where Monsieur sculpts they experienced “a tenacious joy”: “Everywhere, stacked and scattered over worktables and shelves, were body parts shaped from clay or plaster-cast. Torsos, heads, arms, legs. A limbo of fragments, as if plucked from a battlefield. My friend was agog. In this purgatory of white lay paradise.”

And so Camille’s work began in earnest. She writes in one of her letters about Rodin’s hands: “His hands were those of an angel. I let myself think, that strong and graceful. Our strength and grace – call it what you want – burned into whatever we touched.”

Camille became Rodin’s mistress. Needless to say, her mother was violently opposed. Her brother cautioned her. The objections meant nothing to her: she was driven forward by her passion for her work and for Rodin himself inspite of her awareness that he had a “wife” with whom he lived and whom he had no intention of leaving. When that “wife” (Rose) visited Camille and warned her, Camille could not hear Rose for the anger that overwhelmed her.

It was a recipe for disaster and Camille is committed. Carol Bruneau’s novel about Camille’s years in the asylum is told alternately by Solange Poitier and through letters from Camille.  There are excellent sources of information on Claudel and her work on the internet, there have been movies produced but the best are only in French or will not play in North America or are very expensive it seems but there is this site where Carol Bruneau discusses the process and the book.

Whether Camille Claudel and her work is new to you or whether you are aware of it, you will enjoy meeting her in this book.

The last words go to Solange Poitier:

There’s nothing to fear, nothing that’s too painful to bear when you’re in good hands, so the midwife-sister had assured me. Yet fear had muscled in, of course, in the greyness of my lying strapped to a gurney. Never forget the pain, though;remembering it might keep you out of trouble, might even help you. It did, too,making it easier, maybe, to imagine myself being inside the skins of some patients.”


Funny Girl by Nick Hornby

Funny GirlMaybe you’ve seen a Nick Hornby movie? I saw An Education and didn’t know at the time it was a Nick Hornby script. Then I saw About A Boy and A Long Way Down. There have been others as well. The three  I’ve seen have been very impressive.

I’ve only read one of his books so far although I’ve given some as gifts based on suitability of the subject material for the reader concerned and they were well received. I read a review of Funny Girl and thought it would be a pleasant change from what I’d been reading and, after all, what’s not entertaining about Lucille Ball?

Funny Girl is about a girl named Barbara who enters the Miss Blackpool beauty pageant and wins it  and “then forgot all about moving to London, because there’d be no need. She’d be famous in her own hometown, and who could want for more? ” She could maybe try for Miss UK or think about getting married after that. There was just one small problem: when she found out that she had to be queen for a whole year she wanted nothing more to do with Miss Blackpool.

What she really wanted was “to go on television and make people laugh.” Her experience told her that Queens were not particularly funny. And the truth was that “winning Miss Blackpool didn’t even come close to scratching the itch that plagued her like chicken pox.”

“Barbara had loved Lucille Ball ever since she saw I Love Lucy for the first time: everything she felt or did came from that. The world seemed to stand still for a half an hour every Sunday, and her father knew better than to try and talk to her or even to rustle the paper while the program was on, in case she missed something. There were lots of other funny people she loved: Tony Hancock, Sergeant Bilko, Morecambe and Wise (British comic duo 1941-1984). But she couldn’t be them even if she wanted to. They were all men. They were all men. …There was nobody called Lucy or Barbara in that lot. There were no funny girls.”

Her dad says that Lucy is not funny but Barbara says “She’s the funniest woman who’s ever been on television.” Her dad replies that Barbara doesn’t laugh at her and Barbara explains that she’s seen all the shows before and “she’s too busy trying to slow it all down so she could remember it” and “she just had to concentrate harder than she’d ever concentrated on anything, and hope that some of it sank in.”

She told her dad that he made her shut up when the football results were read out but he said one of those results might change their life. Barbara couldn’t explain “without sounding batty” that one day one of Lucy’s lines was going to change her life and maybe his too. “She was so serious about watching comedy on the television that people thought she was a bit odd, so she stopped talking about it.”

Barbara left for London the week after the Miss Blackpool pageant.

“She found a bed-and-breakfast near Euston Station, paid three days lodging out of her savings, went to an employment bureau, and got a job in Derry and Toms in Kensigton High Street, on the cosmetics counter. All you had to do, it seemed, was ask for an inferior version of the life you’d had before and London would give it to you.”

“A girl called Marjorie, who worked in Ladies’ Shoes, offered her a double room in Earl’s Court, much nearer to the store, and she agreed to take it before she’d realized that Marjorie would be in the double room with her.” Worse thing was, she wasn’t able to watch Lucy because they didn’t have  television. “What had she thought was going to happen?”

Marjorie tells her she should read The Stage and study the advertisements. So every Thursday Barbara bought and read The Stage from the newspaper stall by Kensington High Street tube station. She didn’t understand very much of it but she kept at it. She tries to find someone with a television but that looks like it might mean she’d have to find a boyfriend. She resented the fact that this meant she was looking for a man like all the other girls. Marjorie suggests she try to get a couple of days working in the perfume department to meet more men. Marjorie also hands out advice about how to treat the men she might meet in the perfume department.

Barbara gets some time in the perfume department and meets Valentine Laws. “She probably would have thrown him back in (he wasn’t much of a catch), but she wanted to get on with it.” It’s just the beginning as you might expect.

There are some very interesting relationships developed inside the mainly comedic story as it develops. These include the professional relationship between two interesting male script writers, also the relationship between those writers and Barbara, the relationship between one of those writers and his wife, the relationship between Barbara and a leading male actor and also with her producer. These are cleverly developed inside the comedy shell as is the universal theme of “girl leaves home for something better; how does that work out in the end”.

If you are looking for some light entertaining reading that has no darkness to cloud your sunny days and some genuine laughs and a protagonist who changes her name from Barbara to Sophie and then plays a leading role in television and goes by the name of Barbara, give this a try. It is full of twists and turns that will keep your interest. Oh, and did you ever laugh hilariously at I Love Lucy? Then you qualify for sure as someone who will enjoy this book.

I am definitely going to try another of Nick Hornby’s books.


Guest-Posting September 7 on Buried in Print

Today I am a guest blogger on Buried in Print’s website so I invite you to Ice Maidenjoin me there for a post on Blanche Howard’s last book, The Ice Maiden, which I have added to my To Be Re-Read Regularly list.

Blanche Howard died on June 12, 2014 (see her daughter’s account of her life here) and this last book will be released today. She did some writing with Carol Shields and the letters documenting their  friendship has been published in book form and provides another inspirational experience.

Later this fall, I plan to post on Howard’s novel Penelope’s Way and also A Celibate Season which she co-wrote with Shields. I will also revisit A Memoir of Friendship reviewed here in September of 2013. Please use the link in the opening sentence to read my guest-post on The Ice Maiden (available in ebook from Bev Editions).