It is a beautiful weekend, characterized by melting snowmen and snow-women. Alas, I have a touch of the flu. Between napping and meds, I haven’t left the house. Not surprisingly, I’m too sick to concentrate on Lucy Ellman’s never-ending novel, Ducks, Newburyport, which surely would have elevated me to the rank of a reigning intellectual had coughing allowed me to concentrate. Instead, I have a stack of mysteries. I thoroughly enjoyed the following.
Do you like historical mysteries? You’ll enjoy Tasha Alexander’s In the Shadow of Vesuvius, the latest in her beautifully-written Lady Emily series. Set in the ruins of Pompeii, it alternates stories in two timelines: Lady Emily’s investigation of a murder in Pompeii in 1902, and a woman poet’s experiences and frustrations in 79 A.D..
I love Alexander’s slightly verbose, old-fashioned prose, which makes the narrator, Lady Emily, an utterly believeable Englishwoman of the Edwardian age. She is an amateur sleuth and a cosmopolitan traveler, and when her dear friend Ivy invites her to visit an archaeological site in Pompeii, Lady Emily persuades her husband, Colin Hargreaves, a British secret agent, to accompany her.
Alexander has done her homework–the bibliography is three pages long–and you will learn as much as you will from a documentary. The novel opens with the three main characters exploring a triclinium (an ancient dining room), where they stumble upon the corpse of a man, cleverly concealed in one of the plaster casts of the bodies which were found in layers of hardened pumice and ash. The murder victim turns out to be a journalist for The New York Times, who specialized in cultural pieces. Who would want to murder him? One of the archaeologists, a surprising number of whom had shady backgrounds? One of the guides? Or someone else?
What I really love is Alexander’s writing. The narrator, Lady Emily, reveals the character of her dearest friend in two sentences. “Ivy, who who since we were children had tried to provide a tempering influence on my more iconoclastic impulses, was not prone to interrupting anyone. From the earliest days of our acquaintance, I had observed her effortlessly perfect manners, but had never managed to emulate them.”
I also enjoyed the story of the (fictitious) Roman woman poet, Quinta Flavia Kassandra, who has grown up a slave and the close companion of her master’s daughter, Lepida. Kassandra loves all things Roman, especially Virgil, and she is writing an epic as a tribute. When she and her father are freed, he opens a bookstore, and she works as a copyist (of scrolls) when she is not writing poetry. But she misinterprets attentions from Lepida’s fiance (then husband), who suddenly becomes very interested in her poetry. The story finally connects to Lady Emily’s mystery in the final pages, when, in a way, the 20th-century woman and the ancient woman save each other.
DO YOU KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE? I am horrified to learn that some members of the Latino community (surely not all!) have harassed Jeanine Cummins, author of American Dirt, to the point where she had to cancel her book tour. There were protests and threats against Cummins and the bookstore owners. As Ron Charles of The Washington Post put it, “Threats against the author of ‘American Dirt’ threaten us all.”
Cummins’s issue-oriented page-turner, now an Oprah book, is far from my favorite (you can read my post here) but it certainly increased my compassion for Mexican migrants. Cummins describes the journey of two middle-class Mexicans, a bookstore owner and her eight-year-old son, who flee from Acapulco to cross the borders of the U.S. after sixteen of their realtives are killed by a cartel.
Why has there been such a rumpus in the Latino community? They insist a white woman shouldn’t have been allowed to write it (why?), and that the seven-figure contract should have gone to a Mexican-American. Wait a minute: Cummins, an experienced writer, writes a fast-paced novel which takes the side of the Mexican-Americans, and they protest? Of course there are talented Mexican-American writers, but Cummins wrote the book. And sales of her book could help the publishers fund more literary novels, some by Latino writers who might not write best-sellers.
Tragically, these writers do not seem to know who their friends are. Yes, Cummins is their friend! I do not doubt that American Dirt will raise the consciousness of many Americans, as it raised mine. I had never thought much about illegal immigrants, but now I feel I have a better understanding of why they should be protected.
I must say, I find these attacks on free speech, whether from the right or the left, terrifying. And don’t they all seem to originate on Twitter?
4 thoughts on “Weekend Reading with the Flu: A Wonderful Historical Mystery & Musings on Who Your Friends Are”
I hope you are feeling better today, are you caucusing this year? This whole Affair over the Cummins novel is confusing at best. What is one “allowed” to write now? would Melville have been dissuaded from writing Moby Dick because he was not a whale? Although indeed it will be noted Melville was a white male and so was Moby Dick just not the same species. At least as much we ‘assume’ about the gender of the white whale. How far can we take this?
Gina, you are so funny! Really, laughing is the best thing we can do I do think the publishers should stand strong, though: Never apologize, never explain!
John Wayne, she wore a yellow ribbon? I so agree. It’s a sign of weakness. Either you believe in your vision or you don’t.
O tempora, o mores!