Today, when I told my husband I was finishing up two books this month, he asked, “Is one of them War and Peace?”
I love Tolstoy so much that it is a family joke. But, no, I haven’t been reading it.
I just finished Maureen Howard’s The Rags of Time, a kind of woman’s Ulysses, and the last in Howard’s quartet of novels on the seasons. And there are a few references to War and Peace.
Howard’s double, Mimi, an 80-year-old writer who reflects on American history, personal history, and the design of Central Park, recalls reading War and Peace as a girl one summer in her parents’ bedroom in Bridgeport, Connecticut. ( N.B. This episode is also in Howard’s memoir, Facts of Life.) And near the end of Rags, her husband picks up Mimi’s copy of War and Peace and reads the notes on her rereading .
“She had read to page 733 in War and Peace, marking the confrontation between Napoleon and the Russian emissary as they moved ahead to their bloody war. Girlish!!! in the margin next to the description of the emperor. . . a white waistcoat so long that it covered his round stomach, white doeskin breeches fitting tightly over the fat thighs of his stumpy legs, and Hessian boots. His snuff box, his cologne! Her notes, trailing down the side of the page, remarked upon the brilliant maneuvers of the scene, the slippery give-take of diplomacy, the rough talk of plain take. He presumed she’d read the love story, though this time round, her second chance, notes in the margin revealed how closely she observed the lush setting of the Tsar’s palace, the slippery make-nice that preceded war. Revise, reread, work ahead right up to the end. He must tell her brother, who maintained that when she took up her post with the fat library book each long Summer day, then slept on a cot in his room–that she snored.”
The Rags of Time is a twenty-first century classic, in my view, but it is generally underappreciated (especially at Goodreads). I wonder if women’s experimentations with literary form are still less acceptable than men’s.
I admit thaf I had not heard of Howard. There may be sexism effecting the popularity of authors, especially in this genre. I generally like experimental writing. I also am trying to read more contemporary books so I should give this a try.
She is so good. It was published in 2009. Is that contemporary enough?:)
Sounds like I must read Maureen Howard! Thanks for this interesting post, Kat.
Howard is an excellent chronicler of 21st-century America, weaving together bitter memories of the war in Iraq, a writer’s exploration of Central Park, and continued stories of characters in Howard’s other books, which include their sadness and rage about the war. But there is more Joyce than Tolstoy so don’t expect too much W&P: I found that fascinating, though.
I’ll definitely remember her name, thanks!
This sounds amazing and right up my street. I see a mention on GR (those comments do suggest that the wrong readers were aiming to read this kind of work) that it’s the last volume in a quartet. Being obsessed with reading order, where should one begin, I wonder?
Yes, I think some of them liked the first three in this quartet and were baflled by this one! it’s probably best to start with the first one. The first three volumes are a breeze; it’s only with this one that she goes experimental, and since she does write about characters from the earlier books, I can just imagine that “what the heck?” feeling!