I discovered Leeana Tankersley when she wrote a lovely post for the “Voice of Doubt” series on Jason Boyett’s O Me of Little Faith blog. Her memoir, Found Art, is about the spiritual lessons learned during her first year of marriage, which was spent in Bahrain while her Navy SEAL husband was deployed there in the early stages of the Iraq war.
Tankersley writes beautifully about how a girl from a conservative Christian background in the US finds her faith deepened as she is immersed in a foreign culture. She is inspired by the Muslim call to prayer and by the faith of Muslims she meets, and hours of unaccustomed solitude without recourse to her usual busyness and productivity force her to explore the contemplative side of her own spirituality — which also means confronting her own unhappiest memories and deepest pain.
I really enjoyed this book, and if I have a quibble with it, it’s that I wanted more. Not that I wanted the story to go on longer, necessarily, but that there were places where I thought subjects were lightly touched on that could have been explored in more depth. Tankersley has a real gift for writing about specific sensory details, yet there are places in the book (her description of her first quarrel with her husband comes to mind as an example) where she resorts to generalities instead of painting the scene vividly with detail. In this age of tell-all confessional memoirs, I understand a writer’s desire to keep certain aspects of her life private, but there were places in this where as a reader I felt a door had been closed, leaving me on the other side when I wanted to get closer to the experience.
Despite this (which may not even be a flaw, simply a matter of personal taste) I definitely recommend Found Art to any reader who enjoys memoirs with a spiritual flavour that also provide a glimpse into life in another culture.
After the surprising success of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (which I read last year and enjoyed quite a bit) there have been several more of these unlikely marriages of literary classics with zombies, vampires, etc inserted into the original text (the latest I’ve seen, but not read, is a vampire version of Wuthering Heights, which probably explains a lot about Heathcliff). Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters had some amusing moments, but I didn’t find it as genuinely fresh and fun as PP&Z.
The title really tells you everything you need to know, and the picture of Austen’s England ravaged by every imaginable kind of sea-monster and vicious ocean creature (with pirates thrown in for good measure) does provide a few chuckles. But overall, my main feeling during this book was the desire to go back and reread Sense and Sensibility without all the interpolations. Maybe the classic/monster mash-up is the kind of idea that really only works well once.
Sarah’s Key is a Holocaust novel with a powerful premise: during a round-up of Jewish families in Paris, a little girl locks her younger brother in a closet in their home to protect him, assuring him she will be back soon to let him out. Of course, she is unable to keep this promise, as her family is taken to a local detention area before parents and children are separated and shipped off to concentration camps. Despite her increasingly terrifying circumstances, Sarah remains determined to get back to Paris and free her brother, though it’s obvious to the reader that her quest can only end tragically.
Interspersed with Sarah’s story is the modern-day story of Julia Jarmond, an American journalist living in France. She is assigned to write about the 60th anniversary of the roundup in which Sarah and her family were taken from their home — an anniversary that she finds many of the French people she interviews, including her husband and his family, are reluctant to talk about.
I may have mentioned before that Lisa Samson is sort of a heroine of mine, not just because she’s one of the few writers of “Christian fiction” whose work I genuinely admire and enjoy, but also because, in novels like Quaker Summer and nonfiction like Justice in the Burbs (co-authored with her husband Will), she confronts the issues of social justice that get far too little attention in many corners of North American Christianity.
And she confronts those issues with a refreshing honesty. Samson and her family have made radical lifestyle changes in response to the call to serve the poor; they moved from a comfortable surbaban life into an inner-city circle of Christians living together in intentional community and service. Lisa Samson is always upfront about how challenging this move was for her, and the struggles she’s had with her middle-class Christian guilt when confronted with the overwhelming needs of the world and their challenges to her comfortable lifestyle.
Like the last novel I reviewed, A Soft Place to Land, Robin Antalek’s The Summer We Fell Apart is a novel about siblings in crisis, spanning the years from adolescence to adulthood as the characters come to terms with the traumas of their past.
Amy, George, Kate and Finn are children of a theatre couple who are far more absorbed in themselves and their struggling careers than in the four children they have produced. Their father experienced some success as a playwright early in his career and spends the rest of his life alternately mourning the loss of that success and trying to recapture it. Their mother Marilyn constantly reinvents herself as an actress but achieves cult-status fame only accidentally, later in life, with roles in a series of slasher horror flicks and their associated video-game spinoffs.
During the years their four children are growing up, the Haas parents are far more interested in their own problems and their disintegrating marriage than in parenting, so Amy, George, Finn and Kate are more or less left to raise themselves – with varying degrees of success. Continue reading
In Susan Rebecca White’s A Soft Place to Land, two sisters growing up in an upper-middle-class Atlanta family are shattered when their parents die in a plane crash. But the death is only the first loss. Since Ruthie and Julia are, in fact, half sisters, Julia being the child of their mother’s brief first marriage, the custody arrangement in their parents’ wills forces them to be separated. Julia goes to her birth father and his wife in a small southeastern town, while Ruthie ends up in San Francisco with an aunt and uncle.
The sisters, though four years apart in age, are very close, and not having each other to help them through the trauma of their parents’ deaths is devastating. Ruthie, who is about twelve when her mother and father die, seems to fare better; she comes to love her aunt and uncle and their lives in San Francisco, to the extent that years later, when she ends up back in Atlanta, she feels like an outsider.
The 19th wife is two stories in one – or perhaps more. It’s a novel about polygamy, encompassing a historical fiction about Ann Eliza Young, one of the many wives of LDS church founder Brigham Young, as well as a contemporary story about a woman in a modern-day polygamous community who is accused of killing her husband.
The Ann Eliza Young story is true, though author Ebershoff has embellished her story (as told in her own memoir), fleshing it out with details and bringing in not just Ann Eliza’s voice but that of her father, her brother, Brigham Young, and a modern-day Mormon scholar studying Ann Eliza’s story in an attempt to grapple with the role of polygamy in early LDS history.
The contemporary story is narrated by a young man named Jordan who was kicked out of a polygamous sect as a teenager, and who is now trying to clear his mother of the charge of murdering his father. Jordan is an engaging narrator the reader can’t help sympathizing with: his mother is a bit more complicated, as a woman who is clearly victimized by yet also completely supportive of the polygamous sect in which she lives. While this part of the story is fiction, the world in which Jordan grew up does exist in many polygamous communities in the US today, and the depiction of that world in the pages of this novel is nothing short of chilling.