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The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery



Of camellias and life. 

About The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery: We are in the center of Paris, in an elegant apartment building inhabited by bourgeois families. Renée, the concierge, is witness to the lavish but vacuous lives of her numerous employers. Outwardly she conforms to every stereotype of the concierge: fat, cantankerous, addicted to television. Yet, unbeknownst to her employers, Renée is a cultured autodidact who adores art, philosophy, music, and Japanese culture. With humor and intelligence she scrutinizes the lives of the building's tenants, who for their part are barely aware of her existence.

Then there's Paloma, a twelve-year-old genius. She is the daughter of a tedious parliamentarian, a talented and startlingly lucid child who has decided to end her life on the sixteenth of June, her thirteenth birthday. Until then she will continue behaving as everyone expects her to behave: a mediocre pre-teen high on adolescent subculture, a good but not an outstanding student, an obedient if obstinate daughter.

Paloma and Renée hide both their true talents and their finest qualities from a world they suspect cannot or will not appreciate them. They discover their kindred souls when a wealthy Japanese man named Ozu arrives in the building. Only he is able to gain Paloma's trust and to see through Renée's timeworn disguise to the secret that haunts her. This is a moving, funny, triumphant novel that exalts the quiet victories of the inconspicuous among us.

My two cents

Once in a while a book comes along that is perfect in terms of timing, a book that becomes memorable because it made its way into your hands just when you are primed to receive its message. This was one of those rare books for me; I picked this up when I started my month-long blogging hiatus and without the distractions or pressures associated with blogging.

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There's Renée, a middle-aged woman hiding behind the facade of uneducated concierge. Secretly, she is the epitome of the cultured woman, loves philosophy and soaks in art, music, and film.

Then there is Paloma, a well-to-do twelve-year-old hiding behind her manga and the mediocrity expected of her adolescence. But she is wiser beyond her years, is always on the lookout for the "perfect movement," and generally understands that adult life is tedious and meaningless.

The lives of thee rich tenants where Renée and Paloma live ho-hum along. Renée and Paloma would never have been found out until ...

One day, one of the tenants dies and a unit sits empty. Enter Ozu, a rich Japanese man who buys one the unit. There is change in the air: Ozu notices that the concierge quotes a line from, wait ... Anna Karenina? And with one simple comment to Paloma, Ozu finds a conspirator in this smart young girl.

This is a story of unlikely friendships, amongst people who aren't even supposed to be friends. This story casts aside all stations in life, outside appearances and gets to the heart of who people are with their secret pains and hopes in life. This is a story that will make you want to stop, look, listen. Then mull and contemplate. And simply appreciate.

There is beauty in the very simple. There is profound in the most common. People are not who they appear to be. But all this is fleeting, as is life.

Those who love a good philosophical discussion will wax poetic with its references to Husserl. Those who love art, film, and music will enjoy each of our characters' ponderings, musings, revelings. But at the heart of it all, is an enduring, tender tale of friendship.

As I said at the start of this "review," a perfect book can come at a perfect time.

Verdict: I would never have associated a hedgehog with elegance but this is a story that needs little explanation despite its odd title. It is a story that will stay with me because of its simple yet profound messages: to never judge a book by its cover, to take time to appreciate the beauty around us and the people who touch our lives. We all need to be reminded once in a while. Thank you, Ms. Barbery.

Lemonade Revealed by Will Chluho


More lemonade please ...

About Lemonade Revealed by Will Chluho:

FICTION: A boy on a voyage to find his true father regained consciousness on an unknown island to the curious stares of three old men: a warrior, a trader, and a priest. The lost boy would later discover through a mysterious man–a skinhead with an eye tattoo on his neck–that one among the trio could be the father he’d been looking for….

NONFICTION: This “little yellow book” is a good place to reclaim such good old-fashioned gems as “faith” and “hope” under the demythologized light of human reason. It is a phenomenological examination on the possibility and probability of a divine existent vis-à-vis a real world of human frailties and frictions. Lemonade Revealed is a timely discourse in a timeless (and engaging) story.

My two cents

When I first saw this book, it reminded me of the Moleskine notebook with its clean lines, minimal design and embossing. I am such a sucker for pretty looking books. Then that title ... how intriguing! But is what's inside just as good as what I see on the outside?



Oh, definitely!

This is a tale of a young boy who is washed up on the shores of a strange island, which seems to be somewhere in Asia. He comes under the care of three of the most influential people of the island: a priest, a warrior, and a trader.

The young boy discovers he is suffering from amnesia. He goes on a quest to find out. He becomes totally befuddled by the politicking on the island, with each of his mentors alternately warning him to be careful of the other mentors. With clues from here and there, making the acquaintance of the feared skinhead who purportedly eats bats and falling in love to boot, he pieces together what happened to him and discovers his true identity.

This coming-of-age story is such a sweet, relaxing read which opens one up to further meditation and musing on identity, love, and truth.

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This is a surprise of a book! I wasn't sure what to expect when I opened up its beautiful pages. I found it a joy to read, with a story told so simply yet so profoundly.

As I can't go into too much detail because it would spoil things for first time readers, I'll say that:

  • I enjoyed discovering the identity of our shipwrecked hero -- his unusual name (yes, it's revealed at some point!), his heartbreaking back story, his love story, and his relationship with each of his mentors. 
  • This is an interesting melding of philosophy and magical elements and can I infer, time travel?
  • I loved the ambiguity of the location and the era, and the author's nod to Asia.
  • The writing, which is simple yet lyrical.
  • The fact that it is unresolved - this may irk some but I think that its lack of resolution is meant to open one up to contemplation.

Now this is pretty random, but this also made me think of:
  • Just being myself and thinking for myself -- don't think about what others tell you not to do -- they probably have vested interests and not me in mind.
  • What an impact each of us has on others, many times unbeknownst to us. 
  • Hermit crabs are such ingenious animals ... but is it simply its inherent ingenuity or something bigger than we could ever have imagined?
  • Lemonade is a great diversion. 


Verdict: I thought this was a sweet coming-of-age story but I'm sure I've only scratched the surface. I'm betting a reread will reveal more ... lemonade :) I'll drink some more, for sure!

I received a copy of this book from the publisher via TLC Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. 

Links:
Lemonade Revealed Official Website
Will Chluho's guest post BEA in New York and The Elephant Fable

Check out the rest of the tour here

Book Depository
256 pages
Publisher: Twiitaga Pte LTD (June, 2014)

This Mobius Strip of Ifs by Mathias Freese

Reflect, ruminate, feel, re-read. Repeat.

Serious synopsis of This Mobius Strip of Ifs by Mathias Freese: In this impressive and varied collection of creative essays, Mathias B. Freese jousts with American culture. A mixture of the author's reminiscences, insights, observations, and criticism, the book examines the use and misuse of psychotherapy, childhood trauma, complicated family relationships, his frustration as a teacher, and the enduring value of tenaciously writing through it all. Freese scathingly describes the conditioning society imposes upon artists and awakened souls. Whether writing about the spiritual teacher, Krishnamurti, poet and novelist, Nikos Kazantzakis, or film giants such as Orson Welles and Buster Keaton, the author skewers where he can and applauds those who refuse to compromise and conform. A psychotherapist for twenty-five years, Freese conveys a unique combination of psychodynamic thinking and Eastern philosophy while examining Existentialism, alternative education, and Jewish values.

My two cents

I have been reading this slim book of essays on and off for two months. I couldn't rush through it. It is one of those books that you read a few pages a time, ruminate upon, reread, and then potentially regroup. If you're looking for a diversion or some escape, this isn't it. If you're looking for a something with some real meat, and want to be challenged, provoked ... and you want to feel, then consider picking this up.

This Mobius Strip of Ifs
by Mathias B. Freese
At times I admit I felt a little embarrassed as I felt that the author was baring his soul, as many of the essays are so deeply personal -- from this thoughts on losing his wife, his reminisces of fatherhood, to his beliefs on how education conditions us, to religion, to his favourite movies ... and even to his skirmishes with book bloggers!

The essays are diverse as is Freese's style. He can be succinct, delivering his blows in a few quick strokes, or he can meander on a bit then make his point, if at all. The book has three main sections:
  1. "Knowledge is death" comprised of 19 essays drawing from his years as a therapist, an educator and a writer, and his thoughts on religion, on being Jewish and the Holocaust;
  2. Metaphorical Noodles comprised of 7 essays, dealing mainly with movies and books; and
  3. The Seawall comprised of 10 essays mainly about family life.
If you have read Freese's Down to a Sunless Sea, in this book he refers quite a bit to some of the short stories, lending a bit more insight on those short stories. (I also highly recommend you check these stories out!)

Whatever the essay, he is uncompromising on his thoughts and beliefs that have taken him a lifetime to ruminate upon and to verbalize through his writings. What strikes me most is that he obviously does not write to please the reader, he writes to please himself. He could definitely piss people off. (and warning: don't expect politically correct language - he calls it what it is!) But then, that is what is so good about this book!

You become Freese's reader, student, confidant. He obviously doesn't need you to agree, but he does want to provoke you. 

As I was reading this, I started remembering conversations with my grandfather where he would say what he wanted to about a life lived. A simple man of few words, the truths that he revealed in those talks still remain with me. Yes, expect some warm fuzzies.

And as quickly as I started to warm up to Freese, he turned devil's advocate and transformed into one of my former professors -- someone who challenged me to challenge my beliefs -- making me uncomfortable at the least, even angry, or sheepish as the case may be. On some occasions I agree,  on others, it not an agreement without a fight. Other times, it's just a total rejection.

You'll feel like you've picked Freese's mind after having finished this! He'll get some reaction from you, I can assure you!
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The essays that most resonated with me dealt mainly with Freese's family life.
Self-examination about his life and growing old in "At 67":
"I don't feel, or I don't believe, that my core self is any different than it was at forty. Inside I am still me, narrow here, expansive there, emotionally stingy for that, largesse for that. I am still impatient with others, aging has not moderated that. I ask myself here, what is it I want from aging? Does it provide solace or sorrow, or should I experience some kind of generativity which Erik Erikson spoke of, the capacity for giving one's wisdom, the whole ball of wax and human lint we accrete from a lifetime's living?" - p. 8

I felt immensely sad when he talks about his daughter, her battle with Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome ("About Caryn"),  and how he lost her to suicide and ("I Had a Daughter Once").
Coming from a family of educators, I also found the essays on being an educator fascinating. "Teachers Have No Chance to Give Their Best" examines what the education has done to dull, rather than sharpen minds, to encourage conformism rather than vision. I found myself nodding to many of his points and am passing it along.
"The essay On Reading Christopher Hitchens's God is Not Great" struck a chord in me. Freese subtitles this "How Religion Poisons Everything" and looks into some very touchy territory (you have been warned):

"Hitchens repeatedly makes the telling comment --and obvious one, at that -- that all religions are man-made. Once you creep into that, see its merit, you then can see that religion is the cause of crusades, jihads, circumcision, resurrection, the three Magi, the Virgin Mary, Mohammad fling away on his horse, the Conquistadores, ghettoes, and forevermore. I once had a conversation with a close friend who I connected to because he was open and fairly liberal. We spoke about religion. I felt free to do that with him. I asked if he believed in ghouls. No response required. he chuckled. I went on, How about vampires? Witches? Flying carpets? Dragons? Ghosts? Finally, he asked me to get to the point. I did. And yet I told him, you believe in a preacher about 2,000 years ago who is a conflation of myths and never existed, actually rose and was resurrected [..]"
 
And lastly, if you're a book blogger (read: me), "At Personal Posturings: Yahoos as Bloggers" may be of interest as Freese as an author tells it like it is. It made me laugh out loud. But it also made me realize that book bloggers and authors do a very strange little dance and regardless, are simply human. You'll get nice bloggers and some not-so-nice bloggers ... and vice versa.

These thoughts spring from a mere first reading. I am sure that I will be rereading the essays once again and will find some more nuggets in there -- because this is one of those books which you can read and re-read and come out with even more great finds.

Verdict: A challenging, provoking, and entertaining read that will get you thinking and examining your beliefs. An immensely satisfying read if you decide to stop and ruminate. What comes to mind is the old adage: An unexamined life is not worth living. I envy Mathias Freese as he is obviously living and living well. 

First line: I was casually informed a year after the fact by the editor of Grafitti that my short story "Herbie" published in that magazine was listed in Martha Foley's The Best American Short Stories of 1975 under "Distinctive Short Stories of 1974."

Last line: I advocate you rummage for yourself after forty years.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

The Orange Girl by Jostein Gaarder


Cheers to oranges that can't stay in the bag, the Hubble telescope, and our parents ending up together!

Synopsis of The Orange Girl by Jostein GaarderAt fifteen, Georg comes upon a letter written to him by his dying father, to be read when he comes of age. Their two voices make a fascinating dialogue as Georg comes to know the father he can barely remember, then is challenged by him to answer some profound questions. The central mystery of The Orange Girl is the story of an elusive young woman for whom Georg’s father searches in Oslo and Seville—and whom Georg finally realizes is his mother. A thought-provoking fairy-tale romance imbued with the sense of awe and wonder that is Jostein Gaarder’s hallmark.

Norwegian author Jostein Gaarder, whose novel Sophie’s World was a best-seller in 40 countries, is also the author of The Ringmaster’s Daughter, Maya, The Solitaire Mystery, and The Christmas Mystery.

My thoughts

Ever since I finished The Solitaire Mystery, a book which I absolutely and completely adore, I was on the look-out for this much-raved about The Orange Girl. As the fates would have it, the library never had it on its shelves. Until my last visit.

The book in one sentence: In a letter to his son, a young man, the now-dead father sheds light and much to ruminate on on the mystery of life, of love, and of living life despite the inevitability of mortality.

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I am now officially in love with Gaarder. This book deserves a place on my shelf of keepers. It is something I would recommend for my mother to read, as well as my daughter when she grows up a bit.

A dead father's letter finally makes it into the hands of his now-15-year-old son, Georg, after 11 long years of being hidden and unread. This touching letter of a dead father to his son, is on living, on falling in love, and in keeping a sense of wonder about one's self in even the most mundane. It starts out as a mystery to be unravelled of an Orange Girl (a girl who his father meets in his youth, yes, carrying a bag of oranges) ... you wonder who she is .. until you realize that this actually is the re-telling of the boy's parent's love story. It is so lovingly told, with the father's story slowly melded with the son's own story. It poses some very real even intimate, and hard to answer, philosophical questions about living.

This got me all sentimental and thinking about my own love story, my parents' love story, and even of my grandparents'. These are stories, nay, legacies, that need to told and retold to our children and grandchildren. I remember the many times I've sat with my grandparents and how they'd start on with stories of the past. I used to find it annoying as a young child, dismissing it as adult blabber (how uncool). But when I too started my own family and my grandparents were getting older, I listened quite intently even writing down key things just so I had some documentation of their lives together.

I love how Georg realizes just how human his parents are. We all grow up viewing our parents as infallible and overly idealized. But with time comes wisdom, and human is as human does.

The Hubble Telescope? Where does this come in? I think that it is a simple allegory that despite all the technological advances in this world, no one can ever know or see everything. That little bit of mystery in life makes for much more interesting living.

First line: My dad died eleven years ago.

Last line: Lucky you!

Verdict: A beautiful love story to be savoured and re-read over and over again. I'm going to get my own copy, and I'm now ready for The Orange Girl (the movie) and  Sophie's World!



The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff


Summary of The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff: The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff is a perfect introduction to the ideas of Taoism as illustrated by an unaware Taoist, Winnie the Pooh. Using Winnie the pooh books, Benjamin Hoff shows the practical application of the taoist philosophy. reveling answers to difficult concepts like, 'doing without doing' and the 'uncarved block'.

My take

"Lots of people talk to animals," said Pooh.
"Not that many listen though."
"That's the problem."

Interesting insights. I have always loved Pooh bear so a philosophical slant of Pooh lends to interesting reading! I knew that Pooh was more than a children's character, he always had a certain wisdom about him which makes him endearing to both kids and adults.

Read more: The Tao of Pooh website


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