In Gerbrand Bakker’s novel Ten White Geese (published in the UK as The Detour), a Dutch woman takes a short-term lease on an old cottage in rural Wales. Avoiding contact with the handful of locals, she does little but sleep, drink wine, smoke, and wander around the property.
Kaan makaan. The “Arabic Once upon a time”: perhaps this happened, perhaps it didn’t. That’s how the uncles in Joseph Geha’s novel tell their coming-to-America stories.
The Round House by Louise Erdrich Harper, 2012 321 pages (hardcover) Available: IndieBound Amazon Powells Joe, the thirteen-year-old narrator of The Round House, is like any boy. He can ride his bike for hours, sneaks a beer in the woods with his buddies, wants to impress his dad, finds his grandpa’s stories alternately fascinating
The Twelve Rooms of the Nile by Enid Shomer Simon & Schuster, 2012 449 pages (hardcover) Available Amazon Powells IndieBound Gustave Flaubert and Florence Nightingale both toured the Nile in 1850. No evidence suggests that they met during their excursions, but in The Twelve Rooms of the Nile, Enid Shomer imagines that they did.
Mary Gordon is probably the first who comes to mind when I think of women writers writing fiction about women self-identifying in relation to their children, mothers, and lovers. See her haunting Pearl, for example, or the three novellas published together as The Rest of Life, which I’m currently reading. So it’s not surprising
The Lighthouse Road by Peter Geye Unbridled, 2012 280 pages (Kindle) Available Amazon Powell’s Towering pines. Cresting swells. Ravenous men and wolves. Logging teams working the ice road and whiskey runners avoiding the shipping channel. This desperate wilderness becomes the backdrop to a biography of the immigrant experience in Peter Geye’s new novel, The
Rules of Civility: A Novel by Amor Towles Penguin, 2011 352 Pages (Paperback) Available Amazon Powell’s Take a quick-thinking, ambitious Bronte heroine, put a chilled cocktail in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and set her in a dusky Manhattan jazz bar on the eve of 1938. That’s Katey Kontent, and she’s
Alys, Always by Harriet Lane Scribner, 2012 209 pages (hardcover) Available Powells IndieBound Amazon Driving back to London from the countryside on an icy evening, Frances Thorpe comes upon a car accident. She can’t get to the driver, who calls to her saying her name is Alice and that she spun out trying to