#TuesdayBookBlog ‘The Dutch House’ by Ann Patchett @ParnassusBooks1 #BookReview #Audiobook by @TomHanks

The Dutch House: A Novel by [Patchett, Ann]

I am ashamed to say that this is the first novel I’ve read by Anne Patchett, and I’m so glad I read it. I was so impressed that I read her most famous novel Commonwealth, straight after, and I enjoyed it even more, but more about that another week.

The Dutch House (from the blurb).

Set over the course of five decades, The Dutch House is a dark fairy tale about two smart people who cannot overcome their past. The story is told by Danny, as he and his older sister, the brilliantly acerbic and self-assured Maeve, are exiled from the house where they grew up by their stepmother. The two wealthy siblings are thrown back into the poverty their parents had escaped from and find that all they have to count on is one another. It is this unshakeable bond between them that both saves their lives and thwarts their futures.


Ann Patchett

ANN PATCHETT is the author of seven novels and has been the recipient of numerous awards and fellowships, including England’s Orange Prize, the PEN/Faulkner Award, the American Bookseller’s Association’s Most Engaging Author Award, and the Women’s National Book Association’s Award. Her books have been both New York Times Notable Books and New York Times bestsellers. Her work has been translated into more than thirty languages.

In November, 2011, she opened Parnassus Books in Nashville, Tennessee, with her business partner Karen Hayes.  She has since become a spokesperson for independent booksellers, championing books and bookstores. In 2012 she was named by Time magazine as one of the 100 Most Influential People in the World.


My Review

The Dutch House is such an emotional novel that I had to wipe away some tears as I listened to the last lines.

It’s hard to describe the beauty of the story and the smoothness of the prose, in a novel where nothing exceptional happens and yet so many extraordinary things take place over three generations.

Danny, the narrator, is an honest and endearing character. We first meet him as a child trying to understand the world and the contradictory adults in his family. As he grows up, he becomes a generous and reliable narrator who tells every character’s story with insight and empathy.

Danny chronicles a tragedy about dysfunctional families, including deficient parenting and the destructive power of jealousy leading to cruelty bordering on abuse, and yet it’s also an uplifting tale of love, forgiveness, and goodness.

Nothing is repaired, because the past can’t be changed, and yet everything works out, because life’s like that; it’s a cycle, so, in a way, we are always going back and revisiting the past, occasionally, as in this case, with some improvement.

A warning, the beginning is slow, but it’s well worth persevering, and if you can, listen to Tom Hanks magnificent reading. Unforgettable.

A must read for anyone who enjoys family sagas set in 20th century USA, and for those who believe in the healing power of forgiveness.


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#TuesdayBookBlog ‘My Life as a Rat’ by @JoyceCarolOates #BookReview

My Life as a Rat: A Novel by [Oates, Joyce Carol]

I’m a bit behind with my reviews. I’ll be catching up gradually. Today, I’m starting with the last book I’ve read, which is My Life as a Rat by Joyce Carol Oates.

I am ashamed to admit that although I have read some of her poems and posted about one of them here, I had never read any novels by this author. Then a few weeks ago, I read an interview with the author about her new novel, in the Guardian, and my interest was peaked, but when I read the reviews on Goodreads and Amazon, I was almost put off. I say almost, because I’m an avid reader, reviewer and writer, and I know how subjective most reviews are.

Some of the negative terms which appeared were, too long, repetitive, slow, disappointed, disorganised, violence, abuse, disturbing. That made me realise it would not be an easy book to read, but I decided I was up for the challenge.

I started reading the book on my Scribd subscription last Friday, and I couldn’t stop until I finished it on Sunday night. It’s hard to introduce other readers to such a brilliant book in a few hundred words, but I’m going to do my best.

Joyce Carol Oates

My Life as a Rat is a heart-rending novel which deals with topics such as, abuse, domestic violence, ignorance, racism and gender inequality.

It presents these topics honestly and brutally, so much so that some people may feel uncomfortable, or even disgusted. Well this isn’t a light romance, this is a raw and harrowing view of a segment of the population. Extrapolating Violet’s town, family and life to every woman in the world would be absurd, even though Violet is not the only girl who has lived or lives so close to so many ignorant and/or evil people.

In spite of everything Violet experiences, I find the novel hopeful because the reader is led to believe there is an implicit answer to the senseless violence, lack of love, gender inequality, racism and ignorance, and that’s Violet’s attitude to adversity: learn the lesson, get up and move on! That is to say she persevers, she tries to do the right thing, she actively searches for a better education, she wishes to accept her responsibility in events, forgive herself and others and repair whatever she can, and especially, she never loses the ability to keep reaching for her dreams.

Violet is a wonderful character who never gives up, she’s bigger than the events she overcomes, because she’s able to move on, keep loving and forgiving, and I think she stands a good chance of finding happiness, perhaps, one day…

A must read for anyone who wants to understand what’s wrong with our society and how we can find ways to heal and be reconciled.


Rereading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Rebecca is the second novel which turned me into an avid reader, and contributed to build the writer I am. Three protagonists; a plain nameless heroine, always in enigmatic, deceased Rebecca’s shadow, and an ambiguous hero, Max, who is both an ideal lover and a short-tempered, disturbed husband, make up the novel. However, there is a fourth character: Manderlay, the house where the three weave an intense and unforgettable story, which inevitably reminds us of Jane Eyre, the first book which made me the reader and writer I am.


Manderlay burning down

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderlay again…‘ are the unforgettable first lines to this spellbinding, classic novel, which draws us into the narrative right from the first word. The narrator is revisiting her home after its complete devastation, yet ‘Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.‘ It reminds me of Jane Eyre’s desperate return to Thornfield Hall, searching for her beloved Rochester, after hearing him call her in her across the moors. Jane was shocked to find ‘a blackened ruin.’ Later she saw the empty shell, ‘wandering round the shattered walls and through the devastated interior’. Manderlay and Thornfield both burnt down so that the second Mrs. Rochester and the second Mrs. de Winter could start again with their beloved, Edward and Max, respectively. Both fires burnt down the memories and physical representations of their husbands’ first wives: Bertha and Rebecca… But that will be the subject of another, literary entry. The rest of this post must be devoted to Rebecca.

The novel is told as a flashback. The nameless heroine and her husband, Max, are living in Europe, traveling from hotel to hotel, harboring memories of a beautiful home called Manderley. They are recovering from a great trauma which occurred as a result of the burning of Manderlay. Max’s wife, then tells the story of how they met in Monte Carlo, where she was working as a travel companion to a rich and snobbish lady. She describes herself in this way, ‘I can see myself now, memory spanning the years like a bridge, with straight, bobbed hair and youthful, unpowdered face, dressed in an ill-fitting coat and skirt and a jumper of my own creation, trailing in the wake of Mrs. Van Hopper like a shy, uneasy colt.’ Max unexpectedly proposed and her life changed completely.

When she arrived to Manderlay after their European honeymoon, she met the sinister Mrs. Danvers, housekeeper and Rebecca’s standard-bearer, ‘Someone advanced from the sea of faces, someone tall and gaunt, dressed in deep black, whose prominent cheek-bones and great, hollow eyes gave her a skull’s face, parchment-white, set on a skeleton’s frame.‘ She was there to remind her that she would never feel at home in Manderlay, because she would never be good enough. Or perhaps Mrs. Danvers is there to claim vengeance for Rebecca’s cold-blooded murder…?

The story takes another unexpected turn when the wreckage of Rebecca’s sailboat is found with Rebecca’s dead body in the hold. As a result, Max tells his wife that he didn’t love Rebecca, whom he describes as a malevolent person who had secret lovers, including her cousin, Jack Favell, ‘Our marriage was a farce from the very first. She was vicious, damnable, rotten through and through. We never loved each other, never had one moment of happiness together.’ On the night of her death, Maxim had demanded a divorce, and she had refused telling him she was pregnant with Favell’s child. As a result he tells his present wife, ‘I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove. I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.’ This shocking confession is well-received by his wife, who is relieved that it means that there is still hope for their marriage.

Luckily, and due to his influence in local society, the coroner delivers a report of suicide, rather than murder, and his friend, the local magistrate, Colonel Julyan, rules her death as suicide because he discovers that Rebecca was dying of cancer. Max and his young bride conveniently convince themselves that Rebecca had provoked Max into killing her, because she wanted to die, and was unable to commit suicide herself.

We have a flawed hero and a collaborating heroine, who both destroy the first wife whom they consider an obstacle to their happiness and peace of mind. But Rebecca has a bittersweet ending. I believe Du Maurier is convinced that they have both behaved illicitly, and although they will not pay for their crime legally, they will pay for it morally by never finding happiness together.

As so often happens with great works of art, a rereading between the lines reveals another, unwritten story. Rebecca’s real story: the story of the ailing woman who was killed by her murderous husband, whose ghost will not allow him to be happy. The reader senses Max and the narrator will never find peace or enjoy a happy marriage after what has happened. They are both too flawed. Similarly, Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester will not find peace after their treatment of Bertha Mason, whose presence will haunt them right into the 21st century and my novel All Hallows at Eyre Hall.

The power of this novel is the narrator’s ability to purposefully manipulate readers and convince them that Rebecca’s murder was justified, and that the murderers where innocent. In the same way that readers are convinced that Edward Rochester was a ‘good’ husband to the ‘wicked’ and ‘insane’ Bertha Mason. Readers see Max and Rochester in the eyes of women in love with them, but I am convinced both writers knew they were manipulating readers, while telling another story: Rebecca and Bertha’s implicit story.
Finally, it is not always that a film pays a just tribute to a novel, fortunately. this is the case with Rebecca. Hitchcock’s film is magnificent and brings accross faithfully, the tormented characters, and the surprising climax. Brilliantly directed and superbly interpreted. I never tire of watching it.