Masterpiece
*****
Excellent
**** 1/2
Very good
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Good
**** 1/2
Just okay
***
Not for me
**
Definitely not for me
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The View from Castle Rock

viewcastlerockThis was my first book by Alice Munro, who was recently named as the 2009 Man Booker International Prize winner.  This book of stories is a personal, though fictional, history of her family’s emigration from Scotland and their settlement in Canada.  It was on the NYT Notable Book list in 2007.

Munro illustrated the struggles of her ancestor immigrants very well.  Though I am of German ancestry, I know many of my great-grandparents had many of the same challenges when they settled in Nebraska from Germany. (I would soooo love to read a fictionalized account of their story!)

I enjoyed this book very much, but some may find it a little slow and boring in parts.  I’m very interested in family histories of immigration, so I appreciated both the stories and Munro’s writing.  I have to wonder, though, were all European immigrants a little hard and cold?  Perhaps just the act of survival took all their energy.

I am now curious to read more of Munro’s work for the Canadian Challenge III.  If you have any you strongly recommend, please let me know.

2006, 349 pp.

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Veronika Decides to Die

veronika1.JPGThis is my second book by Paulo Coelho, the first being The Alchemist, which I loved. I love Coelho’s writing, and I’ll definitely be reading even more of his works.

Someone in my family is going to shoot me for this (you know who you are), but I really loved this book. Very similar to The Alchemist, it’s about finding out who you are, what you want to do, and then doing it. Veronika is a 24 year-old Slovenian who has decided to commit suicide, but she fails and is sent to a mental institution. While there, along with her fellow “crazies,” she discovers that maybe she isn’t so crazy after all.

Look at me; I was beginning to enjoy the sun again, the mountains, even life’s problems, I was beginning to accept that the meaninglessness of life was no one’s fault but mine. I wanted to see the main square in Ljubljana again, to feel hatred and love, despair and tedium–all those simple, foolish things that make up everyday life, but that give pleasure to your existence. If one day I could get out of here, I would allow myself to be crazy. Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don’t know they’re crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to.

Apparently Coelho wrote this in part as a reflection upon his own experience in his youth when his parents sent him to a mental institution. All because he wanted to be an artist. Whoa. He does say that later they very much regretted what they had done, and I believe he wrote this book only after they had both died.

Caution: I could have done without the e*plicit *ex situation. I would have rated this a ’5′ otherwise.

1998, 210 pp.
Rating: 4.5

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